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the first book "The Heir's Secrets [Mafia Games XI]". Itali

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hese,

mes' sake. I didn't want to say goodbye to him yet. But I

ssing me till I had to convince him to go back inside his car. I could feel Alessio a

. Their sworn duty was to stay close in case any unexpected company approached Miles or his car. Now that Miles and I wer

en't talking much during the drive to the airport with him behind the wheel, I didn't imagine it would lead to this. The t

ustratingly in equal measure. I'd always thought I wasn't the romantic or sensual type, and back whe

it hap

al intimacy now that I just didn't care for anything else. I kissed the side of his face

nto his lap. I was practically straddling him in the backseat, but we were still fully

g my skin. He liked being rough sometimes but I didn't mind. If this was him being careful, I'd tell hi

ht this might be the last time we'd get to be this intimate. That

ar? Two? I just di

ped my hair away from my shoulders to ge

of annoyance, as if he couldn't be bothered to pause what he was doing to me. He hugge

while my knees were pressing hard against the backseat cush

e him of his mental and physical anguish. But should I f

o me this time and no longer pushing me away. He was seeking my help and attention, allowing h

nute. "What were you saying?" He licked my s

ed. I was concentrating on the softness and

y skin. I couldn't explain the pleasure I felt from his sweet, gentle kis

n the lips. But he didn't. Instead he just gave me a quick smooch on my cheek

e dimness. Maybe he changed his mind? I wished otherwise. Or perhaps he thoug

g of jealousy. Yeah. Just plain old envy. I knew for a fact he'd been sleepi

on. He just didn't see me that way, and part of me knew I should just b

y as I might, I couldn't help but imagine Miles being intimate wi

me, I glanced at him and wat

him now? I swore

fully, the lampposts around the airport parking lot kept the

's up?" I buttoned up my blouse and watched his reticence. It was like we

ok his head weakly, as if annoyed by the mere thought.

but I appreciated his straightforwardness all the same. "You feel better now?" I mutter

l of regret. Or maybe self-loathing. He could be having negative

didn't mind. "Hey." I sat still beside him

t did he really want to say? That we shouldn't be intimate because I

again," I said in a hushed voice,

miss

me this again? I leaned closer

ng him, he eventually turned to

ant guilt trip made me feel like crap again. I didn't want to leave him this soon, but we both k

." Miles leaned in to

this time. It made me want to kiss him back, but my guilt was eating up my courage again. "I'll

quiet laugh. "I'll be busy, anyway." He sighed out

d me to focus on my goals. Build up my career in the medical field. His work would also keep h

the best for me, and he was only making sure I kept my priorities straig

y at his promise, knowing well he was only trying to alleviate the emotional struggle I was

iles sighed. He

his brows and forehead furrowed. What was he thinking of? Was he still upset by what happened

tared at our entwined hands on my lap. "I'

mbled, curious and

him to stop working with the mobs." He scoffed and slightly shook

him a hug. I kissed his cheek and felt some relief

e. Then he gave me a quick kiss on t

d drugs. It's damaging you

ouching. After we exchanged awkward smiles, he looked out t