I run my thumb along my lower lip, still tasting her cum on my tongue. My eyes roll closed at the memory of her thrusting her hips into my face while I licked up every last drop. The delicate sound of her moans and how it grows louder as her pleasure crests. It was incredible, the confidence she showed in knowing what she wants by fucking my face like it was the last living thing she’d ever do. The way she slid back and forth on my tongue, gripping my hair, forcing me closer, deeper. Her thighs trembled as she climaxed, her pussy gushing as pleasure ripped from her core. She’s nothing short of amazing, and among the trillion cells in my body, there’s not a single one that wants any other woman but my wife. Leandra is all I want. I have to have her all the damn time. I could have her a million times over and over, and it would still not be enough.
I love her to the point of madness. I would spill blood for her, kill and maim for her. What I feel for her is just too damn powerful…which is why everything is so fucked up.
My phone vibrates on my desk, my lawyer’s name flashing on the screen.
I answer, “Is it taken care of?…I don’t give a fuck how much red tape is around this potential epic shit-storm, you need to stop this,” I bark into the phone’s receiver. “I don’t care how you do it. Just get it done. And do not call me again until you do.” I hang up, toss my phone on my desk, and squeeze my fingers on the bridge of my nose. “Fuck!”
“Problems in paradise?” Nicoli strolls in, looking like he just got home from a vacation. My twin brother never lets anything rattle his cage, always acting calm, cool, and collected. It fucking annoys the shit out of me some days…and that someday is today.
I lean back in my chair, tapping an impatient finger on the armrest. “I’m buried up to my eyeballs in shit right now.”
“You got things sorted with Leandra?”
I look out the window. “I’m not sure.”
“How can you not be sure? You either have shit sorted, or you don’t.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Ah, yes. It is.”
“For you, everything is simple.” I pull a hand through my hair. “Too fucking simple.”
He cocks his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinizes me. “Have you ever considered that maybe you overcomplicate everything?”
I snort. “What? Am I supposed to take everything in stride like you?”
“Maybe.”
“Someone needs to take shit seriously around here. And since none of you assholes want to step up, I’m the fucker who has to.”
“Bullshit.” He grins at me. “You have to because you’re the firstborn Del Rossa. God, best decision I ever made.”
“What decision?”
“Letting you go out the birth canal first.”
I try not to laugh, but looking at Nicoli makes it impossible not to.
“Asshole,” I mutter.
“Seriously, though.” He lights a cigarette, inhales deeply, then lets the smoke trickle out the side of his mouth for a bit before blowing it out in a plume. “Will you be able to sort shit out with Leandra?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“She still pissed at you for locking her up?”
“No.” I get up, round my desk, and lean against the edge at the front, crossing my arms. “In fact, it seems like she might have gotten over it.”
“What?” He looks at me pointedly. “She’s over it?”
I shrug. “I think so. She, um,” I rub my temple, “she wants tofixthings.”
Nicoli’s eyes narrow, suspicion clinging to his top lip. “Don’t trust it.”
“What?”
“It’s a trap.”