Page 93 of Ruthless Secrets
“Marco!”
“Well done, baby, that’s it. That’s my girl.”
Clara clings to me as her pussy pulses around my cock, taking every last drop I have. When she eventually falls limp against me and we’re both gasping for breath, I slide my cock free and pick her up in my arms.
She rests her head against my chest. “That was amazing.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You’re amazing.”
Her eyes flutter closed as she smiles.
I carry her inside and lay her gently down on the bed and take off her shoes. As I’m about to drape the comforter over the top of her, Clara reaches for me and the next thing I know, we’re both taking off our clothes and entangling ourselves in each other once more.
It doesn’t take long for Clara to fall asleep in my arms after I’ve made her climax for the third time.
She looks so peaceful, with her golden hair splayed out on the pillow behind her and the hint of a smile on her lips.
A buzzing noise sounds nearby, and I silently curse at whoever is calling me at this time.
I reluctantly slide my arm out from beneath Clara and go in search of my pants.
When I eventually find them and hunt around in the pockets for my phone, I swallow a groan when I see who’s calling me at almost two in the morning.
I quickly pull on my boxers before taking the call out on the balcony so I don’t wake Clara.
“What is it, Andre?”
“Why are you whispering?”
“Why are you calling?”
“I’ve had Enzo trailing Alfonzo for the past week. And he’s just informed me that he spotted him meeting with Tommaso.”
“Fuck. So, they’re working together?”
“Yes, which means we need to act now. Arrange a meeting with Cillian, and I can only hope that owing him a favor doesn’t come back around to bite us on the ass.”
“Me too.” I look back over at Clara’s sleeping form.
Chapter Twenty-One
CLARA
If takingit slow with Marco means romantic dinners out on the patio followed by mind-blowing sex on a balcony, then I am here for it.
His bedsheets feel incredible against my bare skin, and I let out a quiet moan as I stretch out my limbs.
I’m suitable sore between my thighs after last night, but just the thought of Marco has an ache building between them once more.
This man makes me completely insatiable, but it’s his own fault. Maybe if he wasn’t so good at giving me pleasure I wouldn’t crave it so much.
“Marco.” I reach across the bed in search of his warm body. Instead, I find it empty and cold. “Marco?”
I peel my eyes open and sit up, wrapping the sheet around my chest and squinting as the sun streams in through the french doors, warming my skin.
He’s not here.
Before I have a chance to ruminate over where he could have gone, Zoe starts crying on the monitor.
