Entice: Mr. Money (Mr Money, #5)

By Emily Cantore

Mr. Money, Part Five

Ettore's business is under attack from all sides and life has taken a dangerous turn. Allie has told Ettore she loves him and he merely kissed her in response. Can they survive corporate sabotage turned deadly?
Allie must risk it all... and that includes her heart.
This is the final part of the "Mr. Money" series by Emily Cantore and is 15775 words long.

EXTRACT:
A finger brushed across his lips. I'm sorry I thought you lied to me.
His hand tracing down my spine. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about your cheating ex.
Our soft strokes were joined by gentle kisses. I kissed Ettore on both cheeks, both eyelids, on his chin and just under his nose. He kissed a line across my face, starting at one ear and ending at the other.
In the dim light under the sheet I saw his green eyes absorbing me. They were luminous pools of emerald with magnetic swirls of pure black in their centers. He looked into my eyes and I saw he was unguarded. The Ettore of the unbalancing innuendo was hidden away. There would be no witty banter, no attempt to push and pull the other person. He was open to me and I to him.
It was a kiss on the side of my lip that finally pushed us from warm comfort to heated passion. Ettore kissed me and I turned my head and in the space of a heartbeat my lips were on his, my mouth open. Hands formerly stroking became grasping. Our bodies pulled together, fitting perfectly. Ettore nipped my earlobe with his teeth and I sighed, turning my head to expose my neck. He continued downwards, gently biting, sending shivers through my body.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Cantore
• Release date: Nov 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497731332

Emily Cantore

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction ... except when they're not.

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Entice: Mr. Money, Part Five

My dad told me once that burying your head in the sand was the worst thing anyone could do in the face of their problems.

I liked the idea of it though. It was nice and quiet down here. No problems or worries. It didn’t matter if Ettore was involved with some other girl. It didn’t matter that I told him I loved him and he merely kissed me in reply. It didn’t matter my ex-boyfriend Andrew was somehow involved in the scheme to destroy Ettore’s businesses. The only worry about having my head in the sand was that I might suffocate.

In my case I was burying my head under my pillows and trying desperately to stay in that sleepy place that occurs just after you wake up, before you realize all the terrible problems around you.

Finally I gave up and the gravity of the shower pulled me out of bed. As I showered, Ettore’s line of questioning came back at me: I like you, you like me. Why does it have to be so complicated?

It doesn’t have to be complicated yet it seemed it was.

My mind roamed all over the place. I wanted to yell at Andrew and yet at the same time I just wanted to never think about him again. Each day the pain was shutting off. But the pictures Marta sent me seemed etched into my eyeballs. Maybe this is what going crazy feels like. Everything is fine. Boyfriend. House. Then reality cracks and it turns out boyfriend is cheating and then later on you find out he might be involved in trying to destroy your new boss. I just couldn’t believe it. I’d known Andrew for years and this was completely out of character.

Then again, I thought cheating was too…

I finished up my shower and headed to the kitchen with vague breakfast thoughts on my mind when I heard a noise down the corridor. There was a silhouette at the door.

Ettore.

*

Ettore

Ettore had awoken early and been doubly surprised that Allie was gone. After the crazy night of sex they’d had? He smiled at the memory. Allie on her hands and knees in front of him. His mouth filled with hot tea. Then the memory skipped forward to Allie saying she loved him.

Love. That word. But not just a word. A swirling hurricane of associations. Love is pain. Love is a hangover waiting to happen. Love is a constricting strait-jacket that gradually crushes you to death.

Then Ettore remembered Allie smiling at him over a slice of pizza. She had winked at him and made a silly face and he’d nearly leapt across the room to hug her. The sex had been amazing but it was everything that came before which was filling his mind.

Ettore rolled out of bed and found a t-shirt to wear. He smiled when he saw Allie had left her underwear at the end of the bed. He went out to the kitchen to start the day, love weighing heavily on his mind.

Love. The result of a poor brain confused by the chemicals produced by wonderful sex. Love. A trap to avoid. Love. A missing part. A man appearing to be complete but carrying a gaping hole inside him.

Ettore filled a glass with water and then noticed the study door ajar. He pushed it open, saw his laptop was still running and knew instantly what Allie had seen and why she was gone.

Oh fuck, Ettore said to the room at large and gulped down the water. He had to talk to her.

He rushed to get ready, hoping it wasn’t too late.

*

I can see you.

Once more we were in the same scenario. Ettore Zane was on the other side of my door. I heard him try to turn the handle but this time it didn’t open. I’d locked it tight last night when Andrew had left.

I see you’ve improved your security. Are you going to open the door? I need to talk to you.

I unlocked the door and opened it. Ettore was normally Mr. Smooth. Always impeccably dressed, cool and collected. But not now. He face was flushed like he’d been running. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt but had no jacket. He must have been freezing in the cold Sunday morning chill.

So talk.

I don’t know where it came from. I could see Mrs. Edelstein’s curtain twitching across the road but I didn’t care. Since yelling at Andrew last night I felt like this truly was my house alone.

You saw some emails on my computer last night.

I nodded.

So you left. And you want to know why I have them. Right?

Although Ettore nearly filled the doorway, I could see past him to where Mrs. Edelstein was now watching openly from her window. Next thing she’d