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“You . . . shouldn’t . . .” Even as she protests, her hips move, desperately humping my hand. “Oh my God . . .”
We both flinch at how loudly that came out, not that it stops me. Not even the voice raised in concern keeps me from fucking June with my fingers. “Are you okay in there? Do you need help?” she calls out.
“Don’t worry about it,” Theo tells her while June writhes between me and the wall. “She always gets really excited when she finds a great dress.”
“I’m fine,” June squeals.
“Are you going to come for me?” I whisper in her ear before grazing the lobe with my teeth until she shudders. “Are you going to come like a good girl?”
With her teeth sunk into her lips, she nods frantically, closing her eyes. “Yes . . . yes!” she breathes.
“You’ve got to be quiet,” I remind her, pumping my fingers in and out while circling her swollen clit with my thumb. “We don’t want anybody else to hear. What would they think? Dressed like this, in public, with my fingers deep in your cunt.”
Her mouth falls open so she can take a shaky breath. She is so entirely mine, melted against me, and there is nothing more exquisite than watching her give in to what her body needs.
“I feel you getting closer.” A tiny squeak sounds in her throat as she nods, tightening around my fingers. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come.”
She has no choice but to bury her face in my neck and stifle what she can’t hold back once the wave breaks and her juices gush with every pulse of her muscles. I growl, satisfied. “That’s right. Come for me. This is what you always wanted, isn’t it? Experiencing all your naughty fantasies. Being fucked against the wall, having people hear your dirty moans.”
She releases a deep breath, falling back against the wall, her body heaving against mine as she comes down from her high. She doesn’t need to answer my question. I know I’m right. And somehow I wound up being the man to make her fantasies come true.
Fantasy time is over for now. “Would you please get the fuck out of there?” Theo whispers from the other side of the curtain. “I can only keep them out for so long.”
“You go.” June pulls herself together quicker than I would expect, standing straight and tall before lowering the zipper hidden in the side of the dress. “Let me get out of this thing.”
The scathing look Theo gives me speaks a thousand words. “You remind me of Dad right now,” I mutter, checking my reflection in the mirror.
After straightening my shirt, I readjust my still semihard cock in my slacks.
“A hell of a lot of good that does me. You never listened to him either.” He steps up behind me, speaking low. “What do you think you are doing, squirt?”
“Do you want all the details?”
“Don’t be a smart-ass,” he warns in a soft voice. “I didn’t come all this way to end up dead because you’ve lost your mind over some girl.”
“Nobody has lost their mind.”
“How do you plan on getting into the ball?”
“I’m not sure yet, but we have days to—”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You don’t even have an invitation to get through the front door, and you know they’ll be checking. We need to figure this shit out.”
“Well?” I turn to him, scowling at his superior attitude. “Any great ideas, since you have all the answers?”
“Now that you mention it, there is an idea I mulled over during my drive.”
Right away I can tell this isn’t a good thing. “I’m all ears.”
His nostrils flare in a deep breath before his eyes close. “I could call Sophia.”
“Sophia? As in Sophia Terrentino?” This keeps getting better.
“She isn’t a Terrentino anymore.” There’s a sour twist to his mouth when he adds, “I looked her up. She’s married to Derek Castillo.”
“So that went through, did it?” The last I remember, her engagement to the oldest son of another Mafia family was announced not long before Theo made his exit. “Tell me she doesn’t know you’re still alive. Tell me Matteo’s daughter—”
“No, of course she doesn’t,” he snaps before looking around to make sure we’re not attracting too much attention. “As far as she’s concerned, I’m dead.”
