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Fuck.

Fuck.

This must be what heaven feels like.

My thighs quiver on either side of him and I can’t catch my breath.

But I wouldn’t change anything.

Belatedly, I open my eyes and look down at him.

He rewards me with an easy smile and rubs his hand up and down my side. “That was so fucking perfect, menace.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“Why not? It felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yes.” I nod, shifting against him and trying not to let my eyes roll back at the heightened friction. My panties and the rough denim of his pants are a recipe for desire. I feel greedy. So needy again.Already.

But Adonis’ voice comes out rich and reassuring. “Take what you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

And I believe him.

Chapter 38

Means to an End

ADONIS

“Nice to know you’re alive, Donny. I’ve been calling you for two weeks.” My dad is dressed in casual clothes for once and it makes my steps stutter as I approach him in my otherwise empty lobby.

“Been busy, sorry.” I look him up and down. “You in a crisis or something? You and mom going through it?”

Humor is missing from his laugh as he inclines his head to study me. “Glad to see you in good spirits after causing chaos at yet another Society event.”

“That’s what you came to say?”

He widens his stance and crosses his arms over his chest. “No, I came to apologize.”

“For what?”

“What Marcellus and his son did to that girl was sick. I didn’t know that when you took her. But you giving me the silent treatment didn’t make it better.” He turns to look out of the lobby window, shaking his head. “I get that youwanna be her hero, but being trigger happy at Society events ain’t helping, son. You giving me more messes to clean up.”

“I’ll cover it. How much is it?”

He snickers. “Not everything is about money, Adonis. This is about appearances and the way you acting got people second-guessing if your temper is going to fuck up deals we already have on the table.”

My business is separate from my father’s. Always has been. I remind him of that, and he shakes his head.

“You know this shit is all connected. How many people have I sent from the club straight to your client list?”

Officially, Antoine Samson owns most of the nightlife in Wildwood. Four clubs, three lounges and a cigar bar in the Highlands. Unofficially, he cleans money for The Society and has for as long as I can remember.

It goes without saying that his clientele on both ends is perfect for the business I run.

He runs a hand over his mustache. “When people stop taking me serious, that’s when we have problems, son.”

“This don’t sound like an apology, Pops.”