“Hmm.”
“Do you want to go out and grab a bite later?” She kissed my neck. “Maybe catch a street performance?”
I want to fuck you right here, right now, in plain view, even though there are dozens of joggers and tourists under our balcony.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“I want to try that place down the street. And maybe we could take a long walk afterward.” Her hand trailed down my abs and cupped my cock. “The weather’s so nice.”
“Sounds perfect.” I ran a hand down her back and grabbed her ass. “Let’s work up your appetite in the meantime.”
She rolled on top of me, lips fusing with mine. A rush of heat coursed through me. I could never have enough of this woman. Never. And though children were an option, I hoped she didn’t want them soon. I wasn’t nearly done having her to myself. Not even close.
My phone buzzed with an incoming call on the small table next to us. I let it go to voicemail. It rang again immediately. This time, I scowled at it.
“Who is it?” Her mouth feathered across my six-pack. She was kissing a path down my body, going south, to the place that begged for her attention.
“Enzo,” I growled.
“Answer him.”
“Nah.” I spread my legs open to give her more room to settle right where I wanted her. “He can wait.”
She sat back on her knees and laughed. “It’s your brother. It might be important.”
“The only pressing matter in my life right now is getting you out of this ridiculous bikini and into my bed.” I hooked my index finger into the string of her red bikini top, pulling, then releasing it teasingly to brush against her skin.
My wife shot me a chiding look. “Achilles.”
“What?”
“Answer your poor brother.”
I made a show of sliding my finger over the screen of my still-ringing phone. I pushed the speaker button. Anything Enzo had to say could be said in front of my wife.
“The fuck do you want?”
“Hey…” Enzo’s voice sounded strained and hoarse. Like it suffered from many cigarettes and not enough sleep. Not his usual perky self. I sat up on the sunbed, alert. He always greeted me with a stupid, frat-boyish “yo.”
“What’s going on?”
“Are you sitting down?”
“Do I look like the fainting kind?” I ground out.
Enzo didn’t laugh. Shit. Enzoalwayslaughed. That couldn’t be good.
“It’s Dad,” he said.
“What about him?”
“He’s dead.”
I said nothing.
“He was found unresponsive this morning in his bed.”
I said nothing.
