Beni lifted one shoulder, winking as he stepped into her office, slamming the door behind him. He didn’t even glance over his shoulder as he did it. “Making time, August, that’s all.”
“Time for what?”
“Us.”
He said it like it should be obvious.
Maybe it was.
She was still a little stuck on staring at him, drinking all of him in because it was the first time she had laid eyes on him in two weeks. Sure, they chatted at night when he called from a number she didn’t recognize. Those ten-minute phone calls weren’t nearly enough to satisfy the need she had for her husband, though. Not that she ever told him that.
August didn’t want to make Beni feel like there had to be a choice between them and his work. After all, he never did that to her.
“So just to fill you in,” Beni said as he grabbed the handle on the shades for her office window, twisting them to shut out the view from the outside. “I only have a couple of hours in Chicago. Nobody is even supposed to know we’re here before we head out again. I managed to get away while I had the chance ... and here I am.”
His gaze was back on her.
Hot.
Determined.
Wanting.
August recognized the lust reflecting in her husband’s stare. She didn’t need to be told what he was feeling or needing when he moved toward her. She could sense it in every one of his steps, in the way he reached for her when he was close enough, and how it soaked from his aura to hers the moment he had her in his arms.
His lips locked over hers, those hands of his sure and knowing as they skimmed over her braids and down her back. The flick of his tongue against the seam of her mouth had her parting her lips for him before he could even ask for it.
Then again, maybe that was him asking.
She had more questions.
When would his business trip be over? How long would they get together before one of them had to run off again for something else? Was life ever going to slow down?
But his kiss silenced her.
It ripped away those thoughts and instead, replaced them with a hunger that was never too far from her mind whenever she was close to this man. The same way the ache started up between her thighs couldn’t be abated even when he lifted her to the desk.
“Open up,” he growled against her lips.
August grinned but did as he said, widening her thighs for him to step in between. Before she could even blink, he had her skirt yanked higher, wrinkling the silk fabric. And without a single care, too.
Not that she minded.
Beni was already working apart his belt.
His impatience had her laughing.
“You came here today just to get laid, didn’t you?” she asked.
He grabbed her chin, tipping her head back so that she was forced to stare up into his eyes. Leaning in, he placed one sweet kiss to her lips, and then another. “You fucking know it, babe. Been missing you—and this—for weeks. Now shut up and let me fuck you while I have the chance.”
She didn’t blame him.
Not one bit.
The second his hands were between her thighs, pulling her panties down her legs, August knew this was the best way to end her workday. It certainly wasn’t how she expected it to end, but that was just fine too.
Once he had her panties discarded to somewhere—the floor, the desk, did it matter?—he was back between her legs. He kissed her while his fingers worked her into a wet, breathless mess. It took so very little for him to work her up and get her crazy.
Beni knew her body. Like an instrument made just for him.
He had her singing his name in mere minutes, catching every single one of her breathy moans with his kiss to muffle the sound while his thumb toyed with her clit, and his fingers filled her full. A stroke, then a twist of his digits, another circle of his thumb and ... God, she was going to fall apart.
Right there on her desk. Spread open for him. Definitely not her usual workday.
“There ... right there,” August gasped, her orgasm coming on fast as Beni smirked knowingly against her mouth. “Don’t you dare stop—”
“Wouldn’t ever,” he murmured. “Give it to me. Come for me. I want it.”
She did.
Entirely lost to him.
She barely felt the loss of his hand between her thighs before he was fitting himself at her hot, wet slit. His grasp was back on her chin, but now a little lower. He held her head back to watch him while he took her. One inch at a time until she was full of him, trembling, and trying to hold onto the edge of her desk for any support.
She found none.
He fucked her like that, too. Fucked her crazy and wild. In her office with the door closed, hiding all her sounds so that no one knew what was happening just beyond the shut blinds. He always had to make things fun ... even sex.
It was kind of perfect.
She truly did love this man.
30.
Beni
“BENI?”
The call of his name followed the click of a closing door. He didn’t answer his wife’s call, still hoping he might be able to surprise her even if she always seemed to know whenever he was near.
“I gotta let you go. August’s back,” he told his twin.
On the phone call, Bene laughed. “Yeah, better let you go, then. Wouldn’t want to hear what’s about to come next, huh?”
“Fuck you, man.”
Bene’s laughter still rang in Beni’s ear long after he hung up the call and discarded the phone to the bedside table. He still called his brother once a day—or more if he had time. Otherwise, if he didn’t make time to call his twin, then Bene sure as hell did. The asshole could blow up a phone like any clingy female. Not that he dared tell his brother that.
But his trips to Toronto had become more and more sporadic over the years as business picked up, and the mafia took higher priority in his life. He truly understood all those warnings from his father. Gian tried to make them all recognize and respect the sacrifices of made men.
Yes, they had wealth.
Privilege.
They were feared.
Adored, too.
But they also sacrificed more than anyone knew to be these men. Not that anyone cared to hear their complaints because at the end of the day, did it matter when they were only criminals?
Yeah, Beni finally got it.
He’d tell his dad that but then Gian would get into one of his I told you so attitudes and nobody needed that. Especially not him. Besides, he figured this was one of those lessons that really didn’t need more discussion after it was learned. It just ... was.
“Beni, are you home?” his wife asked the quiet house, her footsteps echoing up the stairwell.
He resisted the urge to answer August back if only because now she was closer to finding him anyway. Not that he intended to hide but when he got back from the business trip, he headed straight to their bedroom to empty his bag. But the bed looked really fucking good, he dared to sit on it, and the next thing he knew, he was on his back, arms behind his head, and staring up at the ceiling.
Ready for a nap.
Almost.
There was something about his bed. The bed he shared with his wife.
And their home. They bought the place in Melrose a little over a year earlier. Sure, they were fine living in the penthouse apartment, but he couldn’t deny there was something appealing about the whole house thing. A house with a yard, a little fence all the way around the property, and the way August lit up when he suggested they start looking at properties.