Page 72 of Devil's Deal

“You’re so concerned about my safety and willing to…to…to kill for me, but you haven’t really committed to us.”

His jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?”

“No,” I said stubbornly. Then I told him exactly why I felt that way.

Romeo sighed, sounding exasperated. “We need privacy. Harlow might come back.” He went over to the wall behind my desk and stuck his hand up under the picture on the wall, which then opened. He held out a hand. “Come on.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to go in there.”

He frowned. “This is part of your hotel, Cory. You need to see how cool it is. Don’t worry. I can lead you up to the belfry without us passing the room Huey camped out in.”

“Do I have to?”

He came back, clutched my hand in his, and tugged me into the dark tunnel. True to his word, we didn’t go anywhere near where Huey had taken me, and since he was walking like a speed racer, we reached the access to the belfry in record time. As much as I hated to admit it, the tunnels were creepy in a cool way. Since I’d studied the heck out of Mac’s blueprints, I could visualize this space utilized in a much better, less creepy way.

He pointed to the bed. “Go stretch out, boy.”

I wanted to argue, but I also wondered what he had to say for himself, so I lay down. He whipped off his shirt and lay down facing me. “I love you.”

“What?” That wasn’t what I expected him to say.

He reached his hand up and cupped my cheek. “I love you, Cory Letterman. I think I started falling for you the first time we talked on the treadmills. Once I knew you were a boy, forget about it.”

“You really love me?” I asked.

He smirked. “I’m associating with a crime Family I’d had every intention of avoiding for the rest of my life for you. I’m staying in one place, spilling my name to people who have no business knowing it, and spending every spare second searching for your nephew or helping your employees with things. I think it’s safe to say that I love you.”

“But your stuff?—”

“Is in transit. I hired movers to pack up my storage unit and drive it here. I had some delicate things in there, so I had to find someone to go clear out anything troublesome first. I’m not your average Joe, sweet boy. I can’t have just anyone pawing through my stuff.”

“It’s on its way here? Really?” I’d have been embarrassed by how excited I sounded if I wasn’t so desperate to know that this was it. That he was staying.

He pressed his lips to mine. “Not here, here. I rented space in the same storage as you.”

“You did?”

He chuckled. “Yes. Now, am I forgiven?”

I moved closer, slipping one of my legs between his. “Ab-so-lute-ly. I can’t believe you did that.”

“Well?”

“Well, what?” I asked, going in for a kiss. He was committed and staying with me.

“Do you love me?”

I blinked rapidly. “Is that a for real question?”

Both eyebrows rose toward his hairline. “Daddy, I’m so in love with you, and I feel like the luckiest boy that you came to my hotel and?—”

He cut me off, his lips on mine, and rolled me to my back. He made quick work of both our clothes. “Tell me again,” he said, hovering over me.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. Then I pushed him back and stretched out on top of him. Straddling him, I sat up, watching with amusement as his cock thickened. “You like me.” I pointed down.

He reached over, running his finger lightly up my dick. “It looks like you like me, too.”

Here was the thing about Romeo. He enjoyed taking his time with me. Prepping me slowly, branding me with his marks. Sometimes though, a big confession of love or not, a boy just wanted to fuck. Reaching over, I grabbed the lube that I’d stocked up on and slathered some on my fingers.

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