Bonus chapter

JAYCE BECKETT

I will have you know that men cannot be trusted. Especially if that man is a mafia man, built like a sex god and looks younger than his age.

Please don't trust him. He cannot be trusted.

Despite Renato's promises that he wouldn't leave, all he did was spend two months with us before dropping the bombshell that he'd be returning to New York because, apparently, Marcelo had been missing for the whole three years and they hadn't seen him yet, and there was a rumor that some Russian men have him.

God, I loved Marcelo, but still... I still wanted my man. Having him for just two weeks and then disappearing for another two weeks wasn't exactly fun. All I wished was for Marcelo to be found so I could have my husband back to myself.

Call me greedy or selfish, but try losing your man for three years and let's see if you would want to let him out of your sight ever again.

God, that bastard knew I wouldn't let him go, so he bought a stupidly big, fancy house and thought he could bribe me with it.

It worked, though, because there was lots of space for the kids now, but still... I still missed him.

Renato had been gone for two weeks, and he was supposed to return home today, so you can guess how fucked up I was feeling now that I had to be buried deep in work on a day like this.

"Beckett!" someone yelled my name from behind, making me almost jump out of my seat. When I turned, it was just Rose.

God, she would never change.

"Where exactly is your mind today?" she grinned, pushing files aside and sitting on my table, facing me. A warm smile spread across her face. "Tell me, what are you thinking so loudly about? I could almost hear your thoughts."

I rolled my eyes, biting the inside of my cheeks. I thought I would be going home early today, so I might have had a butt plug in me since earlier, just to prepare myself before going home.

I smiled to myself, still surprised I had actually done that. Renato would definitely tease me for this, that was for sure.

"Does it have anything to do with a certain man who's currently on his way from New York?" she teased, and I huffed.

"You bet." I smirked. I might have told Rose about Renato, but I left out the part that he was a mafia man.

No sane person would tell their agent friend that their husband is in fact an executive in a crime organisation. No matter how much Rose loved me, she would never keep that secret, and I would rather die than create any problem for Renato.

He already had enough on his plate as it is.

"I'm jealous," Rose pouted, giving me her Rosie cow eyes that I might have liked so much. "I just wish I'd also have someone who'd be crazy over me just like your man is crazy about you."

I tipped my head back and let out a soft laugh. If only she knew how far Renato and I had come, she wouldn't be jealous of either of us.

"Trust me, you'll find your own person." I smiled, giving her knee a gentle squeeze.

Rose scoffed, jumping down from my table and huffing. "God, I hate relationship people."

"I can hear you, Rosie," I said after her as she marched back to her cubicle.

I glanced down at my wristwatch and almost cried out when I saw it was already eight-thirty, and I still had a shit ton of reports to file before heading home.

"I need a coffee," I sighed, pushing my seat back and standing up, walking toward the break room to make myself a cup of coffee. Who knows, I might use the opportunity to send a follow-up message to Renato.

That infuriating bastard hadn't replied to any of my messages since after lunchtime. If not that I loved him so much, I would have just filed a divorce paper.

Just kidding. I am too crazy about him—if he left me, I would die.

I walked down the hallway, fishing out my phone from my pocket. I was about to enter the break room when a hand covered my mouth from behind, dragging me into one of the restrooms.

My heart lurched in my chest. My reflex kicked in, and I was about to punch whoever it was in the ribs when a pair of silver eyes stared back at me.

"Renato?" I whispered, mouth parted in shock as I stared at my husband, standing in front of me in a tailored suit and an FBI badge around his neck.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, quickly bolting the door before anyone could walk in. "What are you doing?"

"I missed you. I couldn't wait until you came back home, so I had to come to you." He smirked, pressing against me and planting a soft kiss on my lips, groaning. "Fuck! I'm fucking horny. Need you."

I was still stunned that Renato was here. I knew the man had guts, but I never knew he would pull something like this. What baffled me even more was the badge he was wearing.

"Where did you get this?" I asked, tracing a finger over the badge.

Renato grinned, pressing a thumb against my lips. "If I tell you the truth, will you let me suck you? I'm thirsty."

I pretended to think about it, even though all I wanted to do was push him onto his knees and have him worship my cock.

"Depends." I smirked, biting my lip.

I knew that shit usually turned him on.

"Fuck! You're not playing fair." He grunted, one hand working my fly. "I might have knocked one of your colleagues out and have him locked in my car, and borrowed his badge. I’ll be out of here before he regains consciousness."

"Poor guy," I grinned, sucking my lower lip into my mouth.

"Can I?" Renato asked, undoing my fly, and my cock sprouted out of my pants, as if it had been waiting to be freed all along.

"Go for it." I smiled, pushing him down to his knees. Renato looked so fucking hot on his knees for me.

He lowered his head toward me, and I forgot how to breathe. His tongue ran up the side of my heated flesh before swirling around the head of my cock.

"Fuck! Baby, I've missed you. I love your mouth so much... Love you, baby." I groaned, my nails digging into his hair as I watched him, stunned. His head bobbing up and down as he took my deeper into his mouth until his nose buried in my crotch.

This was love. Fierce, reckless, and entirely ours.