Page 72 of Traitor
“Mmmm, to what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked.
I dropped my cardboard box at my feet and stepped right over it.
Teo chuckled. “I just received word from the banker that the seven million cleared about an hour ago.”
He handed me a glass of wine and I took it. “Sounds like we have seven million reasons to celebrate, then.”
He clinked his glass against mine. “That, we do.”
We took a sip in unison before I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows gazing out over the city.
“How goes the usurping?” I asked.
He walked up and stood beside me. “Well, since you took over your mother’s firm briefly, I was able to get a pretty beautiful lawyer to sign over deeds and title work to all of Ronnie and Lorenzo’s properties.”
I nodded slowly. “Sounds like she was a pretty big help.”
He grinned down at me. “The best kind of help.”
I peeked up at him through my eyelashes. “How much of their properties did you take over and how much did you liquidate?”
He drained the last of his wine. “I liquidated the estate as well as Lorenzo’s oddly-formulated home.”
“Thank fuck,” I murmured.
“But, for now, I’m keeping everything else.”
I almost choked. “What?”
He took my glass from me and gripped my chin, pulling my gaze to his. “For now, I’m keeping everything. I’m the only family that has that kind of a hold on the island, and I intend to keep it that way. I oversee every port now, every dock, every fishing expedition, and seventy-five percent of all the storage units on that island. Business is booming because of the influx of cash from the liquidation and tourism is up two-hundred percent, according to the mayor.”
I giggled. “Sounds like you’re doing that island some good.”
He nodded. “The kind of good that island deserves for giving us what we’ve got.”
I placed my hand against his chest, eyeballing my massive engagement ring. “So, do we have a date yet?”
He ran his fingers through my hair. “How does next summer sound?”
“Mmmm, do we have to wait so long, though?”
He fisted my hair. “On your knees.”
I quickly did as he asked and watched as his pants tented. “Maybe we could do it in the spring?”
He unbuckled his pants. “A spring wedding? That might be nice. It’ll be a little brisker than normal on the beach, but nothing we can’t handle.”
I groaned as he pulled his cock out and stroked it for me.
“Or, if you have the patience to wait until fall, we could have the best of both words,” Teo said as his cock began to leak. “We could have the ocean, the ripe vineyards, and the trees turning colors off in the distance.”
I kissed the tip of his dick. “If I have to wait that long, can you promise me that we’ll go somewhere for a honeymoon?”
He bounced his cock against my lips. “Two weeks, guaranteed, in Bora Bora with nothing but sunshine, crystal clear waters, endless amounts of food and alcohol, and not a speck of work in sight.”
I licked his precum off the tip. “You have to work through the summer, don’t you?”
He sighed. “So much fucking traveling, don’t make me plan a wedding then, too.”
