A heavy sigh trickles down the line. “If this can’t be resolved, you will need to come back and fix it.”
“Resolve it then,” I say through gritted teeth before I hang up.
“Problem?” Fiero asks when I climb into the chopper beside him.
“Maybe.” I strap myself in as the pilot starts the engine. “I might need to return to Berlin at some point.”
“Let me know if I can do anything to help,” he says as we lift into the sky, heading for the city.
* * *
“Where did you learn to shoot?” I ask Catarina after we exit the shooting range through the side door. She’s a damn fine shooter with a sharp eye, steady trigger finger, and precise aim.
“My father taught me when I was a teenager,” she supplies, foisting her duffel bag over her shoulder.
Without asking, I swipe the bag from her hand, throwing it over my shoulder with my own duffel. She slams to a halt, planting her hands on her hips, and glares at me. Her snug black pants and fitted top mold to her body like a glove, highlighting every dip and curve. I’ve had to adjust the semi in my pants the entire hour we were training because seeing my sexy woman command a weapon like she was born to do it is a serious turn-on.
“Give that back,” she demands.
“Nope.” With my free hand, I grab her arm and drag her into my body, crashing my lips down on hers before she can deny me. I devour her mouth, like every time I kiss her, because I can’t seem to do gentle or go slow with her. I’d blame my blue balls, but it’s just her—I have an insatiable lust for Catarina that has been years in the making.
After a couple of minutes of frantic kissing, with both of us battling for ultimate control, she rips her mouth from mine and shoves my shoulders. “Ugh. Get off me.” She rubs furiously at her swollen lips, like they have betrayed her. The thing is, she can protest all she likes, but she loves it as much as I do when I kiss her. I chuckle, and that only angers her more. “You can’t keep kissing me to avoid an argument,” she states, reaching for her bag.
I grab the strap, holding it firmly as she tugs on it, her face growing redder by the second. “Why the hell not?” Leaning down, I nip at her earlobe and swat her ass.
She yelps and moves to slap me, but I hold her wrist, using it to haul her back in close. “Stop fighting me,mia amata.”
“Stop being so…so…chivalrous!”
I burst out laughing at the look of indignation on her face. Only Catarina would try to chastise me for being a gentleman. “Baby, there is never a dull moment with you.” Dropping our bags on the ground, I band my arms around her back and kiss the hell out of her, loving how quickly she melts into my arms. I don’t know why she won’t just give in. We both know it’s going to happen, and she wants it as much as me. Her body language gives her away every time. It’s frustrating she’s still resisting our chemistry despite promising to giveusa try. To be fair, she has been polite and easy to live with, but it’s not real. It goes against her true nature to be less than blunt, and I want that side of her.
I want her to stop pretending, and this is the only way I can think of to force her to drop the act.
“You drive me insane,” she says when I finally stop kissing her. Her hands land on my chest, and I love the feel of her body flush against mine.
“You love it,” I counter, letting my gaze roam over her enticing form. “And I love you in that outfit. Makes me want to bend you over the back seat of the car and fuck you so hard you feel me between your legs for days.”
Air filters from her parted lips, and a red flush creeps up her neck as she stares at me. Electricity crackles in the air as we remain in our embrace, just peering at one another. My heart is thumping steadily against my chest wall the longer we stare at each other, and I want to scoop her up, carry her to my bed, and worship her like the queen she is all night long.
Catarina pulls back, looking away, but not before I spot the indecision and confusion in her eyes. I wait her out, instinctively knowing she needs a minute. When she lifts her chin, her mask is back in place, and she’s in control. She clears her throat. “Have you heard anything from the Irish or the Mexicans?”
“I have noticed you do that a lot,” I say, reaching down to grab our bags with one hand while I snag her hand with my other. “Deflect emotional stuff with talk of work.”
“Just answer the question, Massimo,” she says, and my dick swells painfully behind my zipper.
I will never tire of hearing her say my name. I can’t wait until I have her screaming it at the top of her lungs as I destroy her cunt, over and over, while I fuck her into next week.
“Tomorrow is the deadline we gave them,” she continues, oblivious to the torment I’m in. “If we’re going to war, we need to know now.”
“Always so eager for bloodshed,” I tease as we step up to her SUV.
“It’s been a while, and I’m itching to kill a few assholes.” She looks up at me through hooded eyes. “Careful or I might shoot you.”
I emit a low chuckle as I pop the trunk and toss our bags in. Threatening me is nothing new, and it cranks my arousal to dizzy heights like you wouldn’t believe.
Ezio gets out from behind the wheel, opening the back door for his donna while I blatantly drool over my wife’s shapely ass as she climbs inside. Visions of driving my cock in and out of her ass flood my mind’s eye, and I’m leaking precum as I hop up beside her. Having a permanent boner around my wife is a regular occurrence and a constant reminder I need to get laid before I lose my mind.
Stretching across the leather seat, I whisper in her ear as she buckles her belt. “I know other ways you can channel that aggression.” I rub the bulge in my pants, and she wets her lips as she pointedly stares at my hard dick. “While I understand you have concerns when it comes to anal sex, I promise, if you let me claim that sexy ass, I will show you just how good it can be with the right man,” I purr into her ear, igniting the sexual chemistry even further. I won’t be the only one suffering in sexual hell.
