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My body was on fire. I couldn’t concentrate. All I knew right now was that James was here, he was alive… and I loved and hated him in equal measure.
“F*ck me,” I demanded, turning my face to his, smashing our mouths together.
The kiss was punishing. James’s tongue did not ask to enter my mouth—it demanded. As our tongues battled for dominance, James undid his belt.
When we broke for air, James tied my wrists with his belt over my head. I leaned up and bit his lower lip, almost drawing blood.
James growled and shoved my shirt and bra up, his teeth descending to my nipples.
I cried out as he worried about the sensitive buds between his teeth.
Milk beaded on one of my nipples, and James lapped it up with the flat of his tongue. “You taste good,” he murmured with a wicked smile. “Everywhere.”
I shivered at the predatory look in his eyes. I relished it. “Do what you want, but don’t rip my clothes. We have to go back out there and face the others.”
“Got it. Clothes ripping later,” James teased. Then all teasing faded from his expression, and he took my pants and panties off with one firm yank.
“Who says there’s going to be a later?” I countered, spreading my legs wide as he undid his pants. His large c*ck sprang free, making my mouth water.
James slid two fingers into me, pumping them roughly before he added a third.
I cried out, lifting my hips to meet his hand. I needed this. I needed HIM so badly. “James, F*CK, James, F*CK ME!”
James withdrew his fingers and placed the head of his hard c*ck at my entrance. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I said, almost desperately.
James leaned down so he was nose-to-nose with me. “Tell me you love me.”
It wasn’t fair. I hiccuped a sob. He didn’t deserve to hear the words, and he knew it.
But then, this was the father of my child, my James who had come back from the dead.
“I-I love you,” I whispered.
James groaned and fused his lips to mine, thrusting his c*ck in to the hilt with one sure motion.
His thrusts were strong, possessive. I lowered my bound arms over the back of his neck, hanging on for dear life as James f*cked me hard and fast. I was going to be sore when this was over, and it was going to be so delicious.
I wrapped my legs around Jame’s waist, but even that wasn’t enough for him. He gripped my hips and forced himself deeper, deeper, and deeper still with every downstroke.
“James,” I whimpered as he moved his thumb in to massage my cl*t. I arched my back, my breasts rubbing against his shirt, leaving wet marks of milk that mixed with his sweat.
Then I broke apart, an explosive orgasm rolling over me. I bit down on James’s shoulder so I wouldn’t scream and possibly rouse the troops outside.
James groaned again, spilling his hot seed inside me. The way it went on and on indicated to me that he’d also been going without sex for some time.
It was, of course, at this moment that I realized I wasn’t on depo and James hadn’t worn a condom. “Oh, f*ck.”
As he was undoing my wrists, James looked down at me, hearing my concern. “What is it, beautiful?”
“We didn’t use protection!” I hissed, staring down at the c*ck that was still embedded in me as James sat up.
“Oh.” James looked down at our connected bodies. “Well, we’ll just have to remember next time.”
I scowled. “What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?”
James grinned and rolled his hips, making me go almost cross-eyed with lust. “Just a feeling,” he said innocently.
I sighed and put my hands over my face. James was right. After having him, I was going to want him again, and again. Like chocolate.
I was well and truly f*cked.
Becca.
Italy was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. History radiated off of every building, the Roman statuary and architecture were exquisite, and the weather was beautiful. From the moment we touched down at the Aeroporto di Firenze-Peretola, when I hadn’t been helping Layla mind the children, I’d been glued to my window, staring out at the Tuscan city of Florence.
We took several dark sedans. I was again sitting next to Layla in the back seat of one, a child each in our arms. James was the front passenger, and Tony drove again.
My father and stepmother were in another car.
The windows on all the sedans were heavily tinted, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate the view from my side of the glass.
“Having fun?” James asked from the front seat.
I realized then he’d been glancing back from time to time, always seeing me pressing my face to the window like a kid outside a candy shop. “It’s okay,” I said indifferently.
James chuckled at my answer. Both of us knew I was completely engrossed.
Next to me, Layla was also taking in the sights. However, an air of sadness and worry had settled around her like a shroud of fog.
We’d heard nothing from Neal since that fateful call in New Zealand where he’d confirmed Allegra was in trouble, and he was going after her.
It felt almost… wrong… to be this enthralled by a new place while my friends were in the middle of a catastrophe.
As though reading my mind, James said, “I will let you know if and when I hear from Neal.”
I nodded, and Layla choked back a sob.
I put my hand over Layla’s. “Don’t worry. If anyone can get her back, it’s Neal.”
“I know,” Layla sniffled. “It’s just so stupid. If it hadn’t been for that necklace…”
“They would have found another way,” James interrupted. “They might have even come close enough to threaten the children. If she was going to be taken, trust me, it was best the way it happened.”
My eyes flew to the back of James’s headrest, scowling. “People are dead, James!”
“Yes. But you’re alive,” James pointed out.
I sighed. It was true. I was alive, and so were Layla, the children, my father, and my stepmother. All things considered, that was a pretty good headcount.
We headed out of Florence proper and a little into the countryside, passing several widespread mega villas. The cars then turned down a drive and made their way through the gates of a tall, thick, whitish wall.
I didn’t need to look to know the guards at the top of the wall and just inside the gate were armed.