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I plunge deeper and deeper, sparks firing in my groin as my cock erupts with a vengeance, hot cum spurting out the tip, slipping down the sides of my shaft. I grip it tight, blinded by the sparks of light exploding behind my eyes. My labored pants eventually turn into shallow breaths, and it’s not long before my vision clears and the irritation of not knowing my next move dissipates into the thick fog around me.

Torres’s message begs for a response.

And I know exactly how I want to reply.

CHAPTER9

SERGIO

I’d hoped a good night’s sleep would rid me of the demon otherwise known as Jaelyn Torres.

And it might’ve worked if I hadn’t woken up twice to whack it to her in those X-rated porno fantasies fucking with my head. After the last time, I ran straight into the bathroom and dunked myself under an ice-cold stream of water in the shower, the only thing that could give me some peace from the erotic curse she’d put on my body.

It worked for a little while, until my body temperature skyrocketed yet again at breakfast.

“Are you sweating?” Bruno asks as I walk up to our regular table in the coffee shop. He stuffs a forkful of pancakes into his mouth as I slide into a chair next to him.

“I just came from the gym,” I lie.

“You didn’t shower?”

I shrug. “You the hygiene police or something?”

He smirks. “I don’t give a shit what you smell like, Serge. I ain’t fucking you. Just don’t sweat in my espresso, yeah?”

I let out a sigh and dab my napkin against my forehead. I’m damn close to overheating here. This is ridiculous! How in the hell?

“Did you see Enrico this morning?” he asks me.

“Yeah, but he was sleeping. I didn’t want to wake him. The Doc came by to check on him and is hanging around until I get back.” I avert my eyes, knowing exactly what question he’s going to ask next.

“Where are you going?”

It’s the only one I don’t want to answer.

It’s also the one I don’t want him to guess the answer to.

“I have a meeting.”

“With?” He lifts an eyebrow at me.

“With a guy about a place.” I take a large gulp of coffee and swallow hard, the searing liquid scorching a path down my throat where it sloshes around in my empty stomach.

“Oh, is that supposed to be a riddle or something?” Bruno snickers, shaking his head. “Or code for you’re gonna get laid?”

He had to say it, didn’t he?

I clutch the tablecloth in my hand, my heart hammering in my chest. “This isn’t about sex,” I hiss, almost like I’m trying to convince myself that it isn’t. I hope Bruno believes me more than I believe myself.

Bruno’s eyebrows fly upward. “Sore subject? You going through a dry spell now?”

He has no idea.

“Look, sometimes I like to take meetings to find out if there are opportunities for us. I don’t need to hand over my calendar so you can see where I am at any given hour of the day!”

“Jesus, cuz,” Bruno says, holding up his hands. “I just wondered if you were gonna take the shit show from last night to the table like you guys agreed last night.”

My lips stretch into a tight line. “You mean like Matteo and Heaven agreed.”

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