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“I’ll save it for when you get home.” Her lips brush against mine, and she whispers, “Maybe you’ll get to watch me with them some more.”
And there goes the last of my brain cells.
She laughs and kisses me quickly before pulling herself from my stunned body. “I’ll be ready to go in five,” she says, quickly kissing Seb on the top of the head before walking out of the office. All four of us unashamedly stare at her ass as she walks away. “Looks good, doesn’t it?” she calls.
“Did she say to you what I think she said?”
I’m still frozen in shock as Seb chuckles and says, “Yeah, I think she did.” Standing, he grabs his laptop and pats me on the back. “All right, well, have fun rebooting Lorenzo over here; I’ll see you guys at home.” Leaning across the desk, he kisses Luca. “Bye, Baby.”
“See you soon, Mio Re.”
Seb pats me on the cheek and speaks softly, “Maybe I’ll get a head start before the three of you get home.”
That breaks me out of my trance, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Sebastian raises his brows, and his blue eyes darken. “Wanna try that again?”
Fuck, if my dick wasn’t hard before, it definitely is now. “Probably should, but I don’t think I will.”
And just like Joe did mere moments ago, he whispers against my lips, “Hmmm, I’ll deal with you later.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Without a kiss, he gently slaps the side of my face and walks down the hall toward Joe’s office.
“Tuck your boner away, Amico. We have a meeting to get to.”
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Dante
“We are not putting that on the website,” Luca snaps.
“Come on. It would be a fucking gold mine. You—”
“Guys,” I interrupt their bickering and barge into the conference room. “I need to speak to both of you. Now.”
Luca and Enzo share a look of concern before excusing themselves. “Excuse us,” Luca says to the group. They make their way over to me and quietly close the conference room door behind them. They each instantly read the panic in my demeanor, and their expressions harden. “What’s going on?”
“We have to go. Right now.”
I start moving down the hall without even waiting to see if they’re following. Once I stop at the elevator, they catch up to me. Enzo grabs my arm and asks, “D, what’s going on?”
I hold out the manila envelope in my hand. “Clara just dropped this off at your desk before she left. Told me to give it to you. Said a courier service dropped it off at the front desk.”
Luca looks at the envelope that reads “Luca Vittori” in familiar handwriting and then back up to me. One glance at the writing on the front, and I know he knows who it’s from. He snatches it out of my hand and rips it open.
The elevator door opens. “Open it on the way down,” I demand.
The three of us climb in, and I hit the button for the parking garage. The elevator slowly approaches, and every second that passes, my patience grows weaker and my rage grows stronger. Because I can feel it. I feel it in my gut that something is wrong.
Luca pulls out the envelope’s contents and lets the manila envelope land on the elevator floor. “What is it?” Enzo asks anxiously.
The contents shake in Luca’s hand, and when he looks up, I know my gut is right. “They’re photos.”
“Ph—photos of what, Luca?” If the wobble in Enzo’s voice isn’t an indication of his rising panic, the paleness of his face and clenched fists are.
“Of Sebastian and Josephine… when they were leaving the office… ten minutes ago.”
