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crazy,” he mutters into my mouth. “Since the day you kissed me in your living room.”
    I pull my head back to look him in the eye and he’s wearing a barely noticeable grin. “It is you.”
    He nods. “Don’t stop,” he says, grabbing my hips as he grinds into me. “I’ve been dreaming about you for ten years. Don’t stop now.”
    I rise slowly then come down even slower. Savoring the delicious friction. The way his thick cock stretches me and fills me like no one else.
    “Marco,” I whisper in his ear and his cock jumps inside me. “Fuck me, Marco. Make me come.”
    My pussy is pulsing with my need for him when he roughly throws me onto my back across the seat. He pushes my shirt and bra up and takes my breast into his mouth. His tongue flicks my nipple and his soft moans get me wetter by the second.
    “Oh, Marco.”
    He kisses a hot trail down my belly, pausing when his face is between my legs. I’m aching, pulsing for his mouth. Ready to shove his face into me. When he licks me so softly I’m certain I’m imagining it.
    “Please. Make me come,” I beg.
    “Say my name.” He licks me again, leaving me utterly unsatisfied. “Say my fucking name!”
    “Marco,” I breathe.
    “Like you mean it.”
    “Marco!” I cry. “Please, Marco. Don’t stop.”
    His lips and his tongue are hot on me, drinking my juices, sucking my flesh, devouring my aching clit as if I were a succulent last meal. He tortures me in this fashion. Practically tearing at my flesh one moment, then lovingly licking and soothing me the next.
    I can’t believe this is happening, I think to myself as my body convulses violently. I can’t believe I’m having the most intense orgasm of my life with Marco Leone.
    He doesn’t give me any time to recover from this orgasm. He climbs on top of me and thrusts into me, so hard I scream. Everything about him is electric. His skin against mine. The look in his eyes. His kiss.
    His kiss is the one thing I’ve never forgotten about him. I’ve dreamed about it for years. And now I know that I’ll do anything not to lose it again. Anything.

16

    Once we’re dressed, and we’ve caught our breath, we enter the garage. I’m pleased to find a long table and four chairs where we can sit this time. My legs are like jelly right now.
    “Have a seat,” Knox says, motioning to the chairs.
    I gladly take a seat in the metal chair nearest me. “So, are you going to tell me everything now?”
    He sits down across from me and I can sense something has shifted. The animalistic hunger and the tenderness I saw in the car is gone. His gaze is hard and calculating. A mask of coolness.
    “I think I’ve shared more than enough with you, Rebecca. I think it’s time for you to start being honest with me.”
    “But I already told you everything.”
    “You didn’t tell me everything.”
    “I told you everything I know about Frank Mainella!”
    “You didn’t tell me about August Simmons.”
    My stomach clenches at the mention of his name. “What about August?”
    “Don’t play coy with me, Rebecca. Tell me what you know about August’s family.”
    “What? I … I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    Then it dawns on me. Is this what I would have found in the file Charlie gave me, if I had taken the time to read it?
    “I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I insist. “Please, you have to believe me. All I’ve ever known about August is that he comes from money. I’ve only met his mother twice when she visited Manhattan to have lunch with us. They live in Connecticut. I know nothing about them.”
    I reach across the table for his hand and he sits back so he’s out of my reach. “Why should I believe you?”
    “Because I’m telling the truth.”
    “How do I know you’re telling the truth? Prove it.”
    The door to the corridor clicks and I whip my head around to see August enter. “Yeah, Becky. Prove it.”

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