“I can’t go back to New York.”
I nodded nervously. “Yes. I understand. Logan told me about Emilia. You have to stay for your family.” I shrugged. “I left Brighton.”
“What?”
“I gave it to Fletcher but on my terms because I’m the one blackmailing him now. And I also found out I wasn’t drunk.” Elation tickled me every time I grasp that fact.
“I know.”
“I decided to go back to writing.”
“You’ll be amazing at it.”
“Thanks. Okay, since you can’t work at Brighton anymore,” I shoved a hand in my jacket pocket and got a piece of paper with my scribbling on it, “I talked to my friends, and I got you a couple of interviews here in Chicago. They’re not in publishing but in sales. You’re a great salesman, especially women’s clothing, so…”
I gave him the piece of paper, the hammering in my chest unstoppable. “Your sisters wanted me to meet your mother, but…I should go.”
As I stepped toward the door, he grabbed my shoulders, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Fabio, I know everything I’ve done makes you believe I never saw you for who you really are, but I see you. I see you beyond the glitter. The beautiful person you are in and out.”
His hands slid inside my jacket, taking it off.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Taking your jacket.” He tossed it on the bed. Then he took my glasses off.
“Okay. What else are you going to take?”
His palm parted between my legs, slid up and pushed down my panties. I stifled a yelp. “Are you crazy? We’re at your parents’ house. Your sisters are probably eavesdropping outside.”
He tugged hard at the edge of my panties, ripping them off. Then he lifted them to his nose, and his eyes rolled back. My chest heaved as a heavy shiver hit between my legs. My breasts rose and fell in his magic bra, and he stared. Licking a lip, he put my panties in the pocket of his jeans.
“Anything else you’re taking?” I rasped.
“Yeah.” His thumb dipped in my wetness and pressed against my clit.
My mouth opened and shut like an idiot as I trembled under his touch. “What are you…taking…from there?”
He moved closer, fanning me with his sweet breath. Then he lowered his mouth to mine, devouring me in a kiss. “Your breath. I’m taking your breath away like you’re taking mine.”
He dipped more fingers inside me, fluttering them with expert speed while circling my clit and doing acts of sorcery with his mouth on mine. I felt like a slut, getting nasty with a boy at his parents’ house where his family was in. I came hard and fast, my moans and gasps muffled by his wild kiss.
When I was able to breathe again, he removed his fingers and licked them one by one.
“You’re a naughty boy.”
“I don’t want to shave my head and dance naked on the street, telling people to call me Sally.”
I blinked, and nodded, and then when I couldn’t interpret that in any way, I let out a chopped out laugh. “Your point being?”
“I was gonna go back to kill Fletcher and kidnap you here. But being the ballbuster you are, you solved everything on your own and ruined my chances at being your savior and making you fall for me.”
I bit my lip on a giggle. “I’m…sorry?”
“Not enough. Stay in Chicago with me.”
I thought he’d never ask. “Stop watching Abella Danger.”
I’d never seen Fabio blush before. “If you stay, I won’t have to.”
