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  He plays with the taut peak, flicks his tongue across the top and nips me with his teeth. The response is instant and my hips buck against him once more. Before I can wiggle into the right spot, his hand comes down on my butt, slapping me gently. The water makes the sting and the sound more intense even though his touch was light.

  My breath catches in my throat when Sean looks up at me. His eyes are midnight blue and those lashes are so dark. His hair is dripping, hanging in his eyes as he watches me. “I want you so much. You have no idea.”

  I wiggle my hips against him and smirk. “I think I may have a little bit of an idea.”

  Sean offers a lopsided smile. “Never call it little.”

  “No, little Sean?”

  I think he’s going to answer, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs the bottle of soap he had made for me and opens the stopper. He pulls me forward, out of the stream of water, before tipping the bottle on its side. The pink colored soap drips out and lands on my chest. Sean eyes me with a wicked smirk as he does it, drizzling the entire contents of the bottle on my chest, across my breasts, and on my stomach. When he finishes, he sets the jar down on the shelf behind me. Then he presses his body to mine.

  “Oh God.” I gasp, as the suds make our bodies slicker.

  Sean rubs his chest to mine, moving up and down against me, making every inch of me slick. Sean stops after a few moments and grabs a padded mat. He tosses it on the floor. “Kneel.”

  I don’t ask what he wants, I just do it, expecting that my reward will be that hard length of his in my mouth. It makes me wetter just thinking about Sean pulling my hair as he buries himself in my mouth. As he stands in front of me, he takes that gorgeously hard part of him and touches it to my cheek. I lift my hands to take hold and pull him into my mouth, but Sean scolds me.

  “No. Hands down until I say so.”

  I nod, dropping my hands to my sides once more. I bite my bottom lip as my gaze fixates on him. It’s right in front of me and I really, really want it now. I want to savor his warmth and the way he tastes. But that’s not what Sean has in mind, because he steps closer to me again, and caresses my face with his hardness. He starts on one cheek and slowly pulls it across, passing over my closed lips quickly, and then slowing as he reaches the other side of my face. He repeats the movement, watching me tremble.

  “Please let me suck you,” I moan the words, watching him and wanting him to let me.

  “Not yet.”

  I moan again, but stop quickly because he uses that second to brush the tip across the seam of my lips. I open for him and he pushes inside quickly. I only get to wrap my tongue around him for a moment before he pulls out. We both moan loudly, and gasp for air.

  The room continues to fill with steam as water pours down Sean’s back. His breathing is heavy and rapid, like mine. When he leans in toward my mouth again, I part my lips, but that’s not where he’s going. Sean leans against the wall, which puts his dick about a foot lower—right in front of my girls. He holds them, pressing them together and then slips his firm length in between. His thumbs play with my nipples as he rocks his hips into my cleavage.

  The familiar sensation is building within me. It feels like my veins are filled with lust and I have to have him now. I can’t...oh god. It feels good. Before I know what happens, he’s fucking my cleavage as I watch. My moans become high pitched, wanting more. The spot between my legs is begging for attention as it throbs, becoming wetter and wetter.

  “Beg me, baby.”

  I can’t help it. I want him so much that I have no pride at all. I plead with him, “I want you. Fuck me, please. Come on me, come in me. I need you, Sean. Baby, please. I want to taste you and suck you. Feed it to me?” I wiggle against him, making the boob fuck better. He groans and reaches out for the wall, as if he’s unable to stand like that any longer.

  “Where do you want me to come?”

  A sexy grin spreads across my lips. “Like this. Do exactly what you’re doing, and at the last second lift it to my lips and come in my mouth. I want to taste you so badly.”

  “I will, but only if you play too.” I don’t follow his meaning. “Put your fingers where I can’t reach. Touch yourself and come with me.” Our eyes are locked, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. I’m loved. This isn’t fucking—it’s scary and wonderful at the same time.

  It’s as if he can read my mind. “I love you, Avery. Please do that for me. I want to see your face when you shatter.”

  I answer by putting my hand at the V between my legs and press my fingers against that sensitive spot. As I start to rub, Sean takes my breasts and resumes slipping between them.

  Sean groans with pleasure, which only makes my hand move faster. We’re both on edge, ready to lose it. His hips are bucking into me and the frantic pace of his movements lets me know how close he is. My fingers rub against that spot between my legs and then slip inside. We’re both moving together, thrusting and moaning, getting higher and higher.

  I call out his name, and dig my nails into his ass. He gasps and thrusts a few more times, before pulling out from between my breasts. His hot, hard length goes straight between my lips. He straightens and grabs hold of my hair as he pushes into my mouth. Sean makes the sexiest sounds as my mouth fills with his sweet come. I suck, swallowing it, wanting to taste it forever. My fingers frantically move between my legs as he pushes in deeper, and I feel the hot liquid drip down my throat. My hips buck into my hand as he does it and I find my release. My hands lift as I hold onto him, guiding him to remain at my lips and to continue pumping into me. I hold the strong curve of his butt in my hands as I suck and swallow. My tongue slides along his shaft as he pulls out and pushes in. Sean cries out as he finishes and his grip on me loosens.

  He immediately pulls away, mortified. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

  On my knees, I look up at him. “There's nothing to be sorry for. I loved it.”

  Sean hesitates. “I’ve never fucked your face that hard before. Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Leaning in close, I press a kiss against the V in his legs, right in the perfect place. “I’m more than okay. I wanted it. I wanted you. I love you.”

  He takes my hands and lifts me, pulling me against his chest. “I love you too. I hope you feel like letting me show you how much.”

  I smile against his warm skin. “I’d like that.”

  CHAPTER 10

  After the shower, Sean takes me to his bed, carrying me like a bride across the room. He loves me slowly and softly until we are both sated again. Then we lie tangled together, skin on skin, on top of Sean’s posh bedding. It feels like raw silk beneath my fingers. Caressing the bedspread, I slide my hand over the surface, feeling the small bumps of the natural threads beneath my finger. We’re both tired and exhausted, not able to move, but not willing to sleep. This day, this week, has been unimaginable. Add to it this night, and I would’ve never thought this could happen, not in a million years. I’m in Sean Ferro’s bed in the Ferro mansion, being cradled in his arms.

  Sean’s breath is warm in my ear. He’s been silent for a while now. The sun has set and night has fallen. His room is absolutely still. There’s no noise from trains or cars or highways. It’s just him and me, his breath in my breath.

  I wonder if he’s contemplating what we’re going to do next or if he’s sated and ready to sleep. It isn’t until he talks that I know. Tucking a curl behind my ear, he whispers, “Why do you always come back to me?”

  I can’t help it, my lips tighten up. “Why do you always feel like you have to push me away?”

  I feel Sean smile behind me, as his cheek presses to my neck. “You didn’t answer my question, Miss Smith”

  “Ditto, Mr. Jones.” Shifting, I snuggle my back into his front, and Sean holds me tighter. “I'm thinking that these may be questions that we’ll never have answers to. Am I supposed to stop asking? I feel like I should know, but I don’t. This doesn’t even feel real. This thing between us feels lik
e love and it scares me to death. Sometimes I want to run, but being without you—I just can’t do that. Maybe love is as fragile as a snowflake, but we both know I like the cold.” The memory makes me smile. It brings me back to the day in the snow, sledding with Sean. That was like today, like right now. It’s surreal because I thought I’d never see that man again. I’m still not sure if things will stay the same once we leave this bed, actually I’m terrified of it ending.

  Sean runs his fingers over my curves, down my side and over my hip where he rests his hands “Yes, we know that for sure. We also know that no matter what I do, you come back. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, I feel like you must’ve done something horrible to deserve me—”

  Turning back, I look at him. “Stop it. You keep saying things like that, you keep acting like you’re beyond saving, but you are not. I know what’s real and what’s fake. I know you’re afraid the same way I am, but is it better to be alone? I had thought so, but building up all these walls and becoming numb doesn’t keep you from feeling. I still feel every bit of remorse, every pang of pain, and every bit of guilt. I thought walls would save me from that, I thought pushing people away and making myself numb was the only way I could endure, but I was wrong. Those walls, those barricades I built to keep people out—they worked. They kept people out, but they also locked me inside with all my agony. I know what that feels like, and I know you do too.”

  Sean presses his lips to my temple slowly and softly. His strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly. My heart beats faster and faster as the moments pass. He says nothing. I don’t know if I’ve guessed wrong, if only I feel that way and he doesn’t, or if he’s regretting this intimacy with me—but Sean's silence is unnerving. I could speak and break it, I could pass over it like the comments meant nothing, like they were meant in jest, but they weren’t.

  When I feel his lips part, I have no idea what he is going to say. “I don’t like admitting this part but I made a mistake, Avery. Some mistakes can’t be undone. I’ve been festering in anguish and blaming myself for Amanda, for losing everything that was important to me, for not being there for Peter, for bailing on Jon. I’ve lost them, Avery. And the thing is, I can’t bear to lose you too. Whenever that thought surfaces I raise my guard and push you away. It’s the only way I knew how to survive. No one’s come back, except you. I’ve never broken a promise to my mother before. I know it seems like a strange thing to say in the middle of a conversation when the most beautiful woman in the world is lying naked next to me, but I swore you’d be gone and here you are.”

  “So, how are you going to get rid of me? Because the box thing didn’t work.” I smile and shiver at the same time. Sean notices and rubs my arms chasing the chill away.

  “Well, I planned on arranging your marriage to someone I can’t stand to make sure we didn’t see too much of each other and to satisfy my mother, but the main reason I was doing it was to keep you safe.” Sean’s grip around my waist tightens. “Trystan's staff, his security team, is older than mine and less likely to have been tampered with by any of the Ferro’s. Unlike our security team that’s obviously been tampered with. That guy Bob, that mountain of a man that Trystan always has around, I know he can watch out for both of you in a way that I can’t. It seemed to me that his lifestyle would suit you better and that you would be better protected. As it is, I’m having to go back through all the employees that we’ve had to see which ones were tainted, and speculate who ruined them. My pilot for example, no one should have been able to corrupt him, but someone did. You’re safer with Trystan.”

  This part frightens me. He’s serious when he says these things, when he thinks he can marry me off as if that would solve everything. “I’m not marrying Trystan. If there’s a wedding, there’s only one man I want to marry and he’s behind me, holding me tight. Besides the man gunning for me is dead. You have the papers they want, so the power vacuum is gone. You won and we can be together. I’m not totally naïve Sean, I know what this means, what you are going to do. I’ve made decisions that I thought I would never make, and I did things that I thought I would never do, and all in the name of survival. If this is what you need to do to survive, I’m with you, and by your side.”

  I feel Sean move his jaw before he finally speaks. “You don’t know what you’re agreeing to, you don’t know what you’re offering. There are things that I can’t say within these walls, but would make your blood run cold. I’ve come back covered in blood, I’ve done things that I can’t confess, things that weigh heavily on my heart—things that have destroyed my soul. That’s not the life I want for you, but that is my life, this is my life, and there’s no way out.” Sean kisses the back of my neck before he pushes away.

  He swings his feet over the side of the mattress and stands up before walking over to one of the massive windows. He stands there for a moment and then pulls back the drapes. Sean stares through the glass at the moonlight and the tall cypress trees that line the front drive. The reflecting pools in the gardens outside make his face glow softly.

  As I watch him, I wonder what he’s done and why he thinks he can’t be redeemed. I roll on my side and prop my head up with my hand, looking at him, I ask, “What if we did it together? What if we took over Campone's investments together? I can keep you from falling off the cliff and you can do the same for me. It would protect your brothers, and shove your mother out of the middle. I don’t think we can take all of his endeavors,” I smile, confessing that I don’t know exactly what Campone was running, unless you consider bribery, drugs, prostitution and that sort of thing as properties in normal investments, “and make them into something good. I can’t stand Miss Black, but if I hadn't found that job, I would’ve been homeless. I had no other options. Sean, prostitution is legal in some states, and there’s a reason for it. It’s one of the oldest businesses in the world, right?” Did I just say that? Sean turns slowly, dropping the draperies. I wink at him.

  Sean presses his lips together forming a tight seam. His blue eyes drop to the carpet as he walks over to the bed and sits down on the side. His gaze lowers to my hand, which he lifts, taking it in his own, and presses it to his lips. “If only it were that simple. This is blood money, Avery. The entire company runs on fear and is fueled by blood. There is no good in it, there’s only power. That’s why my mother wants it so badly. If she can own everything that Campone had, then she will be unstoppable. Wealth, power, dirty secrets. In short, she’ll own every wealthy family in New York. That legacy will be passed on to Jon, and I can’t let that happen. I failed them once, I am not doing it again. That’s why I need to get there first. I don’t want Peter, Jon—or hell—even Hallie, dragged back here. The only way to make sure that doesn’t happen is if I’m the point man.”

  “I understand what you’re saying, and I’m saying you don’t have to do it alone.”

  “This is a slippery slope, Avery. I can’t let you step onto it.”

  I laugh at that. Leaning closely, I place a finger on his cheek, saying, “Don’t give me the morality speech, not from you. Besides, I don’t believe that crap. People can choose to be good and people can choose to be bad. Good people can do bad things and bad people can do good things. No one is intrinsically anything. Besides, from what you just said, you want to make sure you’re the one with the power to save your brothers and the people they care about. That doesn’t sound bad to me.” I touch his shoulder, leaving my hand there, feeling the strong, firm muscles beneath my grip.

  He is so tense and so worried about me. Sean glances at me out of the corner of his eye as if he’s acknowledging that I’m right, albeit reluctantly. I give him a lopsided smile in return and say, “Love can make you do all sorts of crazy things. Some are earth shattering while others seem mundane. The thing is, you and I found each other, and a love like we have is rare, like fairytale territory.”

  “So does that make you Cinderella?” Sean smiles at me, revealing that dimple.

  The comparison
makes me laugh. “Are you saying Cinderella was a hooker? Because I know she got with the prince a little fast, but I thought it was because of the pumpkin coach. Unless that was like slang for some kind of STD. In which case she gave it to the Prince. And let’s face it, Prince Charming was a wuss. He didn’t do anything except bring a bunch of girls one shoe. Who the hell wants one shoe?” The thought makes me laugh, as the comparison becomes clear in my mind. “Holy shit, did you say your mom is like the evil stepmother?”

  Sean starts laughing. It’s way too late and we’re way too tired, because I’m sure this wasn’t a funny joke but for some reason it makes both of us laugh hysterically. “I don’t think anybody would deny it.”

  “Then let’s steal her happily ever after. Fuck everyone else. Break the glass slipper, I know you can. My Prince Charming has pumpkin-sized balls.” I can barely get the words out without laughing, partly because it’s true, and partly because it’s a really good visualization for Sean Ferro. Apparently he thinks so too because he leans into me giggling—giggling. The man is giggling.

  “That makes Jon and Pete the ugly stepsisters.” That deep booming laugh comes from deep within him. It’s a rare sound that I absolutely love to hear.

  “So you see why I like you the best. You’re the prettiest.” We start laughing again because somehow in the scenario he’s become the Cinderella and I’ve become big balled Prince Charming. God, I’m so tired, but we can’t stop laughing.

  Sean reaches for my ankle and lifts my foot to his mouth, kissing the pad of my toe lightly. Suddenly, nothing’s funny. I gasp as he does it, having no clue that it would make me feel this way.

  Sean’s lips twist into a wicked smile. “Really? You have a toe thing?”

  “I do not.” I sound very dignified until he slips one of my toes between his lips and all the air is sucked from my body in a luscious breath. His tongue flicks against my skin and I nearly scream with excitement. Hands clutching the sheets, I sit upright and try to pull my foot away. “No, no, no!”