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sumptuous lips.”
    Moving my head so I can see Jeremy, he’s staring up at the moon and paying me no due.
    “I’m asking as a man interested in you to tell me about your work.” His eyes don’t leave the twilight sky or the orb of the night hanging over us like a perfect chandelier lit only for our pleasure.
    “It doesn’t matter how or for what reason you ask me, I can’t answer questions about my job.”
    “I’m not judging you.”
    “And I’m still not telling you.”
    “Tell me about your family then. You can talk to me about them.”
    “There’s no them, Mom died from breast cancer when I was so young that I have no memory of her and as you know, Dad died from a heart attack three years back. So now the only family I have is G.”
    “What does G stand for?”
    “So you are here to find out about my business.”
    “God, you infuriate me,” Jeremy sits up and I do too so we’re equally level, I’m not going to let him stand over me or try to intimidate me. “You think the whole world’s out to get you.”
    “Maybe they are. Maybe you are. Maybe this is an attempt to trap me.” I point to him then to me.
    “I get it, you have trust issues. Really I do get it but I don’t care about that. I just want to get to know you, and what you’re about. And maybe have some sort of relationship with you.”
    “Oh, pray tell, Senator. How do you expect that to happen? How do you expect this to work?” I gesture between the two of us.
    “I don’t have all the answers. I don’t have any answer. All I know is that you literally slammed into me and since then my world’s been on one big collision course of Frankie DeLuca. Three days and all I can think about are those deviant soulful eyes, the way your lips felt on my chest, your wet pussy sliding all over my cock, your hips rocking back and forth, the warmth of your exquisite body as I held it against mine. And I want it again, and again and again. That’s the only answer I have for you. I want you, but at the same time I know our worlds are different. You’re a damn criminal and I’m a Senator and at some stage one or both of us is going to have to sacrifice and it’s likely going to be me. But my spirit can’t let you go, no matter what my brain tells me.” I think my thong just exploded.
    “Senator….”
    “That’s my job, not who I am. I don’t address you as Mafia so don’t call me Senator. It’s Jeremy or a term of affection, not Senator.” He takes my hand and entwines our fingers.
    “Jeremy, you’re right. Our universes are stark opposites, we don’t make sense. We can only exist in the same world and know that we breathe the same air, but I don’t think we can do more than that.” Jeremy’s playing with my fingers while he moves his hard body closer to mine.
    “You don’t listen too closely do you? I really don’t think we have much of an option here. I’m not going away from you.”
    “I think you’re crazy.”
    “And I think you’re dangerous.”
    “I know I’m dangerous.”
    “Good, I’d hate to think I didn’t have a challenge in you.”
    “Hmmm,” I huff and avert my eyes, looking over the lake that now’s lit only by the reflection of the light glow from the moon.
    “What can you tell me about your family, Jeremy?”
    “Well Dad was assassinated about five years ago and Mom’s very much alive. She organises my campaign trail and any benefits that I need to be at. Speaking of benefits, there’s one I need to attend on Saturday night.”
    “I’m happy for you.”
    “Bitch alert,” Jeremy rolls his eyes at me.
    “Anyway, you were saying.”
    “I want you to go with me” I was sipping on my wine when he says that, choking on the mouthful I had, I look over at him.
    “Really?”  
    “What’s the problem?”
    “You make it all so simple, Jeremy. Like we both don’t have things to hide.”
    “I’m not hiding a damn thing from you, Frankie.”
    “I’m sure there’d be skeletons lurking deep