He shrugs, an ungainly movement that throws him off balance again. “He’s a fucking moron.”
“Yeah he is, but he’s also the fucking groom. People are gonna notice if he’s out here giving you a reason for your next rhinoplasty instead of in there pretending to feel up his new wife.”
Carlo slings an arm around my neck. “That’s a big word, Nicky. Rhinoplasty.”
“Can you stop being a dick for two seconds so I can drag your ass back in there?”
“Why drag my ass back in there when you could drag it back to your room like a caveman and have it all to yourself?” He means it, too, that heavy-lidded gaze backing up his invitation.
“Because my room’s a few mansions down,” I tell him. “And I need to be here for Luca.”
“Mm. My room’s in this one. Guessyougot all the privacy andIgot stuck with the all-night party, huh? You should totally come fuck me in my room. Help me sleep, you know?”
“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble sleeping.”
“I’m not as drunk as my father thinks I am—or as much as I wanted Gatti to think. Harder to hit a drunk guy shooting his mouth off, right?” He stands up then, shrugs off the drink like it’s just another coat to get rid of. “Come on, you know we’ll end up there.” He presses in close and runs a hand over the front of my pants. “Mm. We could go up right now.”
It’s tempting. Real tempting. I just about bite through my tongue trying to stop it telling himyes, and push his hand away from my crotch. “I can’t right now,” I say instead. “We have a meeting after this wedding finally wraps up.”
He rolls his eyes. “It’s always business.”
“Lucky for you it is,” I retort. “Gives you lawyers plenty of hours to bill as a result, eh?” The first few times we hooked up, all Carlo talked about was how many billable hours he’d have to make up. By the third time, though, I fucked him thoroughly enough that work was the last thing on his mind.
He smirks again, leaning back against the rail, and I have to fight my instinct to grab him off there, keep him safe. “Youcertainly need all the help you can get to stay out of trouble, don’t you, Nicky?”
He’s not wrong. I’ve been taking heat lately, since the Feds picked up their surveillance on me. But I don’t like him laying it out like that. “I’ll ask for a different lawyer next time. Let you get your beauty sleep.”
“Don’t be like that.” He pouts, honest to Godpouts, and I can’t help laughing. He laughs, too. “Come on, come up to my room later. No one’ll see. I have the whole floor to myself, the only bedroom there.”
“They stuck you in the single man’s closet, huh?”
“Sure, if the closet has a king size bed and silk sheets I really want to fuck on. Plus no unwanted attention—Vitali cleared it himself.”
Vitali’s been running around all weekend with his bug detectors. He’s been enjoying himself. With a sigh, I give in. “I’ll come up later,” I tell him. “Text me directions. Can you stay outta trouble ’til I get there?”
“Can’t promise nothin’, babe.”
I step close to him. I’m not sure what’s come over me, unless it’s the thought that he might try to tempt someone else to come to bed with him right now. “Tell you what. You go on up there now and undress. Get your ass ready for me. Play with yourself, edge it for a while.”
“Boring.” He pouts again, but this time I grab him and kiss it off his face.
“Not boring,” I tell him. “Because I’ll think about you doing that the whole time I’m in this meeting, and when I get up there, I’ll be crazy for you, fuck you just the way you like it. Hm?”
His eyes go all unfocused, and it’s not from the tequila.
“You better be quick,” he says, pulling away from me. He turns at the door to look at me. “I’m not in the mood to wait.”
Chapter Five
Carlo
Iwouldn’t call myselfsubmissive, but from time to time I do like being told what to do in bed. Not by justanyman, and in fact, I don’t mind ordering someone around if that’s what they prefer. But Nick Fontana can get it, and frequently does when it comes to me. As I’m going up to my room, I add up all the times we’ve hooked up, and it’s more than I thought.
Plus tonight I also like the idea of how pissed my father would be if he knew I was fucking a Morelli a couple of floors above this farce of a wedding feast.
So I go to my room, text the directions to Nick, and get ready for him like a good little boy. I take my time prepping, have a long, hot bath, and play with myself enough to make me nice and relaxed. By the time Nick comes up I’m sober as a judge, and I’m more than ready for him. I left the door unlocked since I’m the only guest on this floor, and when I hear the knock, I stay right where I am, naked on the bed, lazily stroking myself, and just shout, “Come in!”
The door swings open to reveal Nick Fontana in all his frowning glory, his brows heavy and hunger in his eyes.
