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She shrugged. “Fine. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Good.” My fingers found the edge of the towel. With a quick jerk, it fell from Maeve’s body.

She stared up at me in surprise. “Even after those times on the plane?”

“I told you I’m insatiable when it comes to you.” At her hesitation, I frowned. “But if you’re sore or not feeling it, we don’t have to.”

“No, it’s nothing like that. I was just a little surprised. All the other times I thought it was because we’d been separated.” A pleased smile curved on her pouty lips. “I didn’t realize how desirable I was to you.”

“Oh,Tesoro,you have no fucking idea.”

“One round and then you better take me somewhere nice. I don’t want to think I’m just around for sex.”

“That could never be. You mean too much to me, and I love you too much.”

She reached between us to take my cock in her hands. “Then you can have me.”

“My pleasure,” I replied with a wicked grin.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Maeve

After Rafe bent me over the railing of his penthousebalcony and took me hard and fast, I needed another shower. Even though it was dark outside, we’d run the risk of being seen by his neighbors.

Of course, that part made it even hotter.

Once we were cleaned up, I put on a slinky green dress I’d thrown in my luggage at the last minute. Since dating Rafe, it seemed like my entire wardrobe had turned emerald since he was such a fan of me in green. When I came out of the bathroom, Rafe did a double take at the sight of me.

I grinned as I glanced down at myself. “Like it?”

He wolf-whistled. “It’s pure sin.”

“That fits since it reminded me of the dress Michelle Pfieffer wore inScarface.”

Rafe threw his head back with a laugh. “You knowScarface, but you don’t know Tony Soprano?”

“The boys were kinda obsessed with that movie growing up. I saw it when I was way too young.” With a grin, I said, “I think theSopranoswas outlawed in the house since it dealt with Italians.”

“Ah, so you guys could watch movies about Cuban drug lords but not Italian mafia families?”

“Exactly.”

He grinned. “And look how far you’ve come–in love with an Italian mobster.”

“I’m sure my father would be so proud,” I mused.

Rafe’s expression darkened. “What I would give to be able to resurrect that bastard and torture him for weeks.”

“I wish you could as well.”

Leaning over, Rafe bestowed a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Let’s leave the ghosts of the past where they belong and go eat.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

After a decadent six course dinner at Jean-Georges in Central Park, we started to go for a night-cap at Inferno. But as soon aswe got in the SUV, the day caught up with me, and I fell asleep with my head against Rafe’s shoulder.

When I woke up, he was carrying me out of the car into the building. “You could have woken me up,” I protested drowsily.

“I like you in my arms,” he replied as we swept into the elevator. Milos followed behind us.

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