James.
I slept nestled into my favorite places—my face nestled in Becca's neck, my hand nestled around one of her breasts, my c*ck nestled between her legs. It was bliss, and it was a necessary reprieve from the Alessandro debacle. I couldn't imagine losing that little boy any more than Becca could.
If it came down to it, and it looked as though it would, I was going to talk with Tony about kidnapping. It was an insane move, but this was an insane situation.
Speaking of Tony, my cell phone rang on the bedside table. It was Tony's ring, and one of the very few that could bypass the silent mode.
Becca stirred, but I kissed the back of her neck as I gently pulled out of her and smoothed the hair away from her cheek. “I'll be right back, baby," I murmured, then went to grab my phone while covering……
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