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Remi gasps as I push my cum back inside her with my middle finger. “Four. I meant four.”
“Do I need to fuck you again?” I growl, removing my finger.
“No!” She giggles as I scoop her up in my arms bridal style.
Walking her into deeper water, I say, “Don’t tell me ‘not too deep;’ we both know how you like it nice and deep.”
“Oh my God. You did not just say that.” Her cheeks heat.
I chuckle, kissing her on the top of the head. “Look at you feeling at ease in the water.”
“But that’s only because you’re holding me. Don’t let go,” she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed.
Never.
Chapter Thirty-One
Remi
“This feels illegal,” I say, taking a bite of pancakes with sticky syrup in Angelo’s bed. Thank heavens my cervix can handle the man, and that pancakes aren’t ruined. “Have you ever eaten in your bedroom before?”
“Ourbedroom, and yes. Your pussy last night,” he says, turning the page of his newspaper while sipping an espresso.
My cheeks flaming, I say, “I’ve never met a man so formal who has such a filthy mouth.”
“We both know damn well you like it,” he says, not looking up from his paper.
Unable to argue, I take another bite of pancakes. That’s when I notice it. “Is that a picture of Mr. Bennett?”
“Oh? Yes, it’s his obituary,” Angelo says nonchalantly, turning the page.
“How did he die?” I ask, barely above a whisper.
“Painfully.” He locks eyes with me over the paper. “Or so I would imagine. Alligator attack.”
I gup. “Were you really going to feed me to that gator?”
“No, because I knew you were going to tell me what I wanted to know.”
“What if I didn’t?” I press.
“All water under the bridge.”
“Let’s have you dangling out of a yacht with a gator and see if you feel the same way,” I say, disgruntled.
“If that’s what you wish, I’ll have the captain ready the boat.”
“It’s a yacht, not a boat, and no, that’s not what I wish!” I huff.
He folds his paper, placing his espresso cup down before grabbing my throat and pulling me inches from his face.
I yelp in surprise.
“Glad we got that sorted.” He presses his coffee-flavored lips to my sticky ones.
The house phone rings, and he releases me to answer it. “Yes?” Whatever’s being said, he responds with, “Send them in.”
Hanging up, he tells me, “Our costumes are being delivered. I’ll send in Al to help you get situated.”
