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As if reading my mind, Nicco reaches around with his hand and slides his finger up my slit.

“Oh, fuck,yes, Nicco.Yes,” I cry out.

He finds my clit a second later and strums it with his finger, and that’s when I know I’ve reached my limit. My stomach contracts, and my toes curl on the wet stone floor while I let out a feral moan.

Nicco keeps working my clit while I ride out my high. I know he’s about to come because he increases his movements. The pounding of our flesh keeps him going until he lets out a guttural groan from deep inside his chest.

He slows his thrusts before stopping them as he comes down from his high. With his cock still buried deep inside me, we take a moment to catch our breaths.

“Holy fucking shit, Isabella,” he says while slowly pulling out of me.

“I know.” It’s all Icansay. The feeling whenever Nicco and I are with each other is unlike any other feeling. It’s raw. Powerful. All consuming. I can’t get enough of it. And now… I never have to.

63

ISABELLA

Life has been amazing since Teo found out about me and Nicco. I had all that anxiety surrounding my brothers finding out about us for no reason. Well, for the most part no reason. Enzo nearly breaking his neck and Teo pulling a gun on him will always be inscribed in my brain, but I’m just thankful my brothers are more understanding than I gave them credit for.

“What are your plans for tomorrow?” Nicco asks from next to me at the table in his dining room.

Now that it’s okay for us to be seen in public together, you would think we’d venture out and do more things, but since we came out to my brothers, we’ve spent most of our time in his penthouse, unable to get enough of each other.

“Ihaveto go into the boutique tomorrow. Liana brought me on to help her, and this past week I’ve been there maybe a handful of hours. She’s going to end up replacing me at this point.”

Nicco chuckles. “You mean, I can’t convince you to go back to bed with me?” His tone is playful but oh so seductive.

This man.

“Well, that depends,” I say, perching my elbow on the edge of the table and resting my chin in my hand. I bat my eyelashes at him, and he leans in closer so our faces nearly touch. It’s intimate and so natural with him.

“Depends on what?” he murmurs.

“What exactly would you do to convince me?”

“Well,” he says, “I know it’d have to be somethingveryenticing. Something so damn irresistible that you can’t say no to.”

The alluring tone of his voice has my mind racing with possibilities and my cheeks heating.

Nicco looks back and forth between my eyes before a smirk forms on his face. “Maybe something like making you your favorite gelato.”

I nearly choke on my own spit. “I’m sorry, what?”

With a chuckle, he says, “I might have learned a thing or two while living in Sicily.”

“You justlearnedhow to make gelato for fun?”

“Of course not for fun. I did it because I know it’s your favorite. Plus, there was a lovely woman there that made the best gelato I’ve ever had. I knew I had to learn so I could make it for you one day.” Nicco sits back in his seat with a grin on his face and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“A lovely woman?” I say, raising a brow at him. Jealousy penetrates my body at the thought of Nicco letting a woman teach him how to cook, even if it is one of my favorite foods ever.

“Don’t worry, she was at least fifty years older than me.”

I let out an annoyed scoff and swat Nicco on the arm, which he responds to by laughing. “You ass,” I say, shaking my head while a laugh of my own bubbles up through my lips.

Nicco leans forward again and takes my hand in his, tracing circles in my palm. “I told you there was never anyone else except you, my sweet Isabella.”

I look at him and abashedly say, “I know, and I believe you. But for a second, I thought you might’ve gotten close with someone else in Sicily. I can only imagine how lonely it was being there on your own without your friends.”

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