A laugh erupts from my mouth. Oh my God. Who the hell is this guy? I’m not laughing two seconds later when his fingers find their way to my clit, and he skillfully rubs me in time with the thrusts of his cock.
I shatter explosively without warning. Stars burst behind my eyelids as waves of bliss crash into me, over and over, and I’m vaguely conscious of him roaring behind me when he finds his own release.
I am momentarily stunned. Incapable of moving. Frozen in time as my body slowly comes down from a heavenly high. The pounding on the door snaps me out of it, and I push him away as he slides out of my body. I instantly miss the feel of him inside me and the warmth of his body pressed against my back, but I lock those feelings up tight and shove them aside to comprehend later.
Lowering my dress down over my hips, I fix it back into place and brush knotted strands of hair away from my face as he disposes of the condom and gets dressed. Snatching my panties from the floor, I shove them in the trash and grab my cell phone. “Thanks for the fuck.” I stretch up to kiss him one last time, lingering for longer than I should.
“We should swap numbers.”
I shake my head. “That wouldn’t be a good idea.”
I turn to leave, but he grabs me, reeling me into his arms as his lips descend. He kisses me passionately while Renzo hammers on the door.
No man has ever made love to my mouth the way this man is.
I don’t know how some woman hasn’t slapped a ring on him yet because he is completely addictive in a way that wouldn’t be healthy for me.
We break apart at the same time, staring deep into one another’s eyes, and for a teeny, tiny second, I allow myself to dream.
The dream disappears into a puff of thin air as I shuck out of his hold. “Goodbye.” I hold my shoulders back and my head up as I stride toward the door, refusing to look at him again.
“What a shame you are already married,” he says.
Stalling with my hand curled around the door handle, I look over my shoulder at him, arching a brow as my curiosity is piqued.
“If you were single, I would marry the fuck out of you.”
Prologue Two
Catarina
“Do you want to talk about it?” Renzo asks two and a half hours later when we exit Philadelphia International Airport. I’m grateful to have left the snow back in Maine. Though I’m less sure about leaving the hot stranger behind without exchanging numbers.
Which is reckless and uncharacteristic for me.
Ihavedone the right thing.
Even if it doesn’t feel like it.
Turning away from the dreary view out the window of the car, I look my underboss in the eye. “Why would I want to talk about it?”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and that’s the only indication he is feeling something about what went down in the bathroom. “You seem melancholy.”
“I’m not,” I coldly reply, turning my head and staring at the back of the driver’s head. Renzo is the only other man who has made me orgasm during sex, and he’s the very last person I would discuss this with. “I’m just thinking of what’s to come,” I lie.
“Are you changing your mind?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You know me better than that. I haven’t worked my ass off to get to this moment only to chicken out at the last minute.” I rest my head back against the leather headrest, briefly closing my eyes. “I have counted every second of the eleven years I have been married to that insufferable pig. I have minimal seconds left in me.”
I am not worried about the twosoldatiin the car hearing this conversation—Ezio, my driver, and Ricardo, my personal bodyguard—for both men are loyal to me. Ninety percent of the Contifamigliais loyal to me now. The ten percent who remain loyal to my useless disgusting husband are not long for this earth.
“You’ve got this.” Renzo reassures me, loyalty and determination shining in his eyes.
Reaching along the back seat, I squeeze his hand. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
He tilts his head to one side, squeezing my fingers in return. “It has been my greatest honor to watch you grow into the woman you are today. As it is my great honor to serve at your side.”
Retracting my hand, I settle it on my lap. “You saved me from myself.” I peer straight into his eyes so he can see it’s no lie. I don’t often indulge emotion or sentiment, but we are on the cusp of great change, and I’m feeling oddly emotional after my bathroom encounter. “I’m not sure I thanked you properly.”
