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Mansueto let out a croaky laugh then patted my shoulder. “Cassio’s a lucky
man.”
He turned around and limped back toward the black limousine with his
bodyguards.
“Everything okay?” Elia inquired.
“Yeah.” I hoped I’d convinced Mansueto.
Cassio worked late and I fell asleep beside Daniele. When I woke past midnight,
I followed the trickle of light downstairs and into the cigar lounge.
Cassio sat in his armchair in front of the fireplace, a tumbler with whisky in
his hand, his brows drawn together as he stared into the flames. His jacket and
tie were thrown hazardously over the second chair. He was still in his vest, but
the top buttons of his shirt were undone and so were his cuffs. He rubbed his
stubble with his palm, looking as if he’d been set up like that for an aftershave or
whisky commercial.
“You’re brooding,” I said as I stepped into the room.
“I’m not.”
I locked the door. Cassio’s eyebrows rose as I strode toward him. “Yes, you
are. You keep worrying too much.”
He shook his head. “There’s too much to worry about.”
“Talk to me about it.”
I stopped in front of him. He looked weary and tired. He was working too
much, worrying too much. “It’s business, Giulia.”
“Is it because of my brother?”
“It’s part of it. Luca’s stirred up a lot of shit with his brutal attacks these last
few months. It’s only a matter of time before the Bratva and the bikers will
retaliate. But you shouldn’t worry about it. You can’t do anything about it.”
“I can make you feel better.”
He shook his head but stopped when I knelt down between his legs. He
breathed out as he set the glass down on the table. Smiling up at him, I pulled
down his zipper and massaged him through his boxers until he was hot and hard
under my palm. Cassio’s breathing had deepened and desire swam in his eyes. I
freed his cock from his boxers and took only the tip into my mouth. My gaze
found the glass on the side table. I reached for it and slipped the ice cube into my
mouth. Cassio watched with parted lips, his chest heaving. I sucked the ice for a
couple of seconds before I let it slide back into the glass, then I closed my now
cold lips around Cassio’s tip again.
“Oh fuck,” he rasped, his head falling back. After a moment, he tilted it back
down so he could watch me through half-closed eyes.