Chapter 72: Chapter 72

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Ramona said it was a top secret operation. His best guys would be on it. He had disconnected and had not listened to his voicemail all day. When Isabelle arrived at Ryan and Mic's house, he was present. He had been pursuing her because he thought she would approach me.

After how I treated him, he had spent the day going all out and maybe endangering himself and his boys in order to offer me what I most desired in this world.

God, oh God.

He raised his head and cast a downward glance at me.

He was still muttering, "Woulda struck a deal with the devil to get my wife and daughter back," and I stopped breathing. "Nothing I can do about that as I don't have that chance. But you brightened up my life again after I shut the door on you, darling, so I'm not going to let it slide."

God, oh God.

He kept talking. "Melinda is already your true mother. If you want something to be legal, contact a lawyer. However, I can assure you that it is already there; all you have to do is accept it. Thus, I'm unable to give it to you since you already own it."

Once more, tears sting my eyes.

I said, falcone - as my arms tensed.

Falcone continued to talk. I don't know Ryan, so I assume he wouldn't want my interfering in his affairs, but if you want me to speak with him about putting a ring on his woman's finger, I'll do it.

I asked you to stop talking.

He refused.

:e'll visit Tiffany's tomorrow so you may choose anything you want."

I tightened my grip and put a leg over his.

"Falcone, stop talking."

His hand slid up the satin to cup my breast as his face got closer.

“Does that fix what I cut up inside you?” he whispered. “Or do you wanna give me a new list?”

It didn’t but only because he’d already fixed it when he forgave me.

One of my hands slid up, over his hair, cupping the back of his head to pull him down as I lifted and turned my head so my lips were at his ear.

“Yes, baby, you fixed it but prepare to be freaked,” I whispered back and he started to turn his head but I quickly kept talking before I lost my courage. “I’m falling in love with you, Yago.”

I held my breath as his body went into a frozen state and he stopped spinning.

Perhaps it was a bit much too soon. We had reconciled, and we were back to being just the two of us.

And perhaps I shouldn't have referred to him as Yago. I didn't intend to do that; it just sort of popped out. Perhaps I thought Yago would be just as nice as the man I was holding at the time.

A man by the name of Falcone, though, might be just as charming, I had learnt.

Then, with me on top of him, he abruptly turned to his back, and at the same time, Mic's nightgown was pushed up, taken off, and thrown away. At that point, I was on my back, and his mouth was resting on mine.

Since it was in the way, remove it completely. It was sexy in Mic's nightgown.

I had just enough time to recognize that he didn't object at all that I called him Yago, nor did he think it was premature of me to say as much, based on what he was doing to me with his lips and the movements of his hands. My ability to think then vanished.

After he kissed me, his mouth went to my neck, his hand, which was cupping my breast, became fingers rolling my nipple and I gasped.

Then I planted my foot in the bed and tried to roll him to his back, an effort that failed.

“I want you on your back,” I said in his ear.

“Not done,” he muttered against my neck then his tongue glided across my throat.

I shivered.

“Falcone, I only got one lick in last night. That isn’t fair.”

At my words his fingers at my nipple squeezed and I gasped again as my hips bucked and his head came up.

Then he rolled to his back, me on top again, but both his hands went to the sides of my head and he held it over his.

“Your mouth can have me, babe, but you aren’t bringin’ it home. I’m comin’ inside you, get me?”

“’Kay,” I agreed instantly, I got more dimples before he brought my mouth down to his and kissed me again, hard and long and beautiful. I let him then his mouth released mine and I used it on him, all over him, taking my time and enjoying it until I got to the prize.

There I took more time and enjoyed that too, though it was safe to say, not as much as Falcone.

But, as agreed, I didn’t bring it home. As usual, Falcone did and he did it connected to me.

And, as usual, it was unbelievably good.