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Her knee slid off the table, but she remained bent over for a moment while she tried to regulate her breathing. I leaned into her, scattering kisses along her back to her shoulder.

“That was one of the most fantastic sexual experiences of my life, kitten. Thank you for making me feel so good. Did I make you feel good?”

“Oh my god, yes, yes, yes, Daddy,” she purred in a sultry tone, her lashes curling to gaze at me out the corner of her eye. “I loved every moment. Thank you.”

I pulled her up and turned her around, cupping her cheeks. Squatting just a bit, I covered her mouth with a gentle kiss, our tongues mingling.

“Mm, you make me so happy, kitten,” I whispered, hugging her to my chest. “I hope I satisfy your needs like you do mine.”

“Yes, Daddy, you do. I love being your secret kitten.”

We both tensed and I leaned away, our eyes staring at one another. The silent wedge in the air, we were both thinking of Milo. He was my best friend, my closest confidant, and the one person who had always been there for me since the beginning of both our lives. And I was fucking his fiancée behind his back.

I had slept with his women in the past, but whenever that happened, it was to test their loyalty. Once I’d bagged them, he’d dump them, and that was it.

I was sleeping with Chastity on a regular. We were practically involved. I gave her a necklace to claim her as mine.

But she could never truly be mine. Not with that pink band with the large stone on her finger. She would always be Milo’s first.

Milo had his faults, one being incapable of being monogamous, but he definitely loved this woman. I knew she was different for him. I knew that even before I started melting toward her energy. She was the one for him.

She was the one for me, too. I loved her just as much, but I could never admit that. Not to her, not to anyone. It would get us both killed.

I was so conflicted. On one hand, I was riddled with guilt and shame for betraying my best friend. On the other, how could I stay away from her when I loved her as much as I did? Every waking moment of my days were tormented, afraid my oldest, closest friend would discover I was betraying him, afraid I would accidentally confess my love to Chastity, afraid this whole secret would get discovered and we’d both pay the price of our indiscretions with our lives.

I writhed inside with jealousy every time I thought about Milo and Chastity together, but I also was glad that he was so goddamn happy. I’d never seen him this fucking happy.

I was glad for my friend, but hated him, at the same time, and it was tearing me up inside. This was one big, ugly mess, and there really was no good outcome in store. In my gut, I knew, no matter what, things were going to end badly.

Heaving a sigh, I put distance between us and gathered her clothes, setting them on the table.

“Time to go, kitten.”

We dressed in silence, stealing fleeting glimpses at one another every few seconds. Clothed, she cleaned the table while I cleaned the floor. Putting the furniture back where it was supposed to be while she tossed all the rags in the bin, we left the room without speaking another word to one another.

She locked the main entrance and we strolled to the elevator. When the doors closed and we started the descend, I pulled her to my chest, scattering kisses all over her face, parting right as the doors swished open.

We strolled out the building and across the street to the garage, still cloaked in quietness. It was time I found someone to have a baby with. I needed to hurry up, have a son, hand him off to Frank, and just disappear. There was only so far an affair could go before being discovered, and I would not sacrifice Chastity.

I would sacrifice myself.

Chapter 15

Milo Pampinella

She was sitting at her vanity, her head tilted, the brush combing through her waves, with a far off look in her chocolate eyes. Wearing just her robe with the sash loose, the material draped off one shoulder, swooping low on a round, full breast, her stomach visible to her deep belly button.

Strolling up behind, I gently pushed her hair to the side and dropped a kiss to the exposed shoulder, flicking my tongue to taste her skin. Her arm fell to her lap, a moan purring. Making my way to her ear, I felt the necklace and sat up.

“What’s this?”

“Hm?” Her lashes lifted slightly to gaze at me in the mirror.

“Where’d you get this?”

The tip of her index finger circled the diamonds of the pendant, a lazy smile on her face. “I just thought it was pretty, so I bought it.”

“It’s cute. Kind of basic. You want me to get you something a little more extravagant?”