His hands slid down to her hips, urging her to move. Her face was utterly still. Her body was as well. She hadn’t suspected that he was doing anything so dangerous. As if it wasn’t dangerous enough to be the head of a crime family, but to deal in both sides of the fence, he was making himself a major target if anyone found out.

“Baby, you have to move.” He lifted her, let her body slide down. The feeling was unbelievable and he thrust up to meet her.

She complied, more, he thought, because she was used to giving him whatever he wanted than because her body needed to move. She was stunned by his news. He didn’t know if that was a bad thing or a good thing.

“I plan to set up Alonzo as head of the Arnotto family,” Elijah went on. “He’ll be another ally and one we can trust. I can help him learn the ropes. We’ll try to legitimize what we can of the businesses. I figure you will run the winery and show the world that you and I and Alonzo are friends and business partners.”

“Elijah.” She whispered his name again and the sound went straight through his body. To his heart. Reached his soul. And vibrated right through his cock.

“I’m not going to lie to you and say we’re not doing anything illegal, because we are. We have to in order to be able to stay in the game and make it work. I’m not clean, Siena,” he confessed, hating the truth but knowing he had to give her that. “I’ll never be clean. We can never get out.”

“I love you,” she whispered softly. “So much.”

The burn went from slow and smoldering to pure fire. He rolled, sliding her body beneath his, pulling her legs up, forcing her to bend them at the knee. He slid one leg around his thigh and the other around his back as he drove deep. He forgot about talking. He couldn’t think, his brain melting until he could only feel. She surrounded his cock with scorching silk, living, breathing silk, wrapping him tight and strangling him in paradise.

Her panting increased and then became a musical sob that vibrated right through his shaft. Then she was chanting his name. He used his thumb, sliding his hand between them, finding that magic little button and feeling her body instantly fragment around his. The quakes rocked him, took him closer, but he didn’t want the ride to end. Liquid fire bathed his cock and flames danced over him, from crown to balls.

“Harder, baby.”