He pulled back to the sight of a flustered Juno. He brushed his fingertips over Juno’s lips, wishing he had more time to explore, to taste, to touch.
“I’ll see you around, Juno,” he said before forcing himself to walk back to the restaurant.
Chapter Six
Rome
ALL HE wanted to do was go to Juno. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He had to do his damned job, even if it was a fucking pain. He was waiting for Marco at the restaurant. Marco never stayed until closing time. If he couldn’t be home in time for dinner, he wanted to at least be home to tuck Dante in.
The meeting with King had gone as well as he’d anticipated. He doubted they’d help, but King didn’t have to put it to a vote and yet he was still going to. It’d been nice to see Juno even if it’d left him a needy mess. That was mostly his own fault, though. He’d kissed Juno and he hadn’t wanted to stop.
Rome shifted his weight from one foot to the other for the third time in less than a minute. He knew his impatience was starting to show from the glare Marco gave him.
“Have somewhere to be, Rome?”
Rome grunted. “No.”
Marco straightened in his chair and narrowed his eyes at Rome. “Don’t lie to me.”
There was a hint of a threat in Marco’s voice and Rome shouldn’t have been surprised. Marco was running low on people to trust, so giving him any reason to distrust him probably wasn’t a good idea.
Rome let out a sigh and said, “Thought you didn’t want to know about my love life.”
Marco pushed his chair back and stood, then walked up in front of Rome who raised his chin and met Marco’s steely gaze.
“Is that why you didn’t want to get on your knees for me?” Marco asked.
Rome clenched his teeth for a second before forcing himself to relax.
“No, and you know that.”
What they’d once had, had been fleeting, dangerous, and out of necessity. There hadn’t been anything to it but release and companionship. They weren’t compatible. Marco mostly drove him crazy and not in an adorable way. He loved the man but only as family. Marco was his boss. He was also a close friend. But he could never be more than that.
“You know it’s wrong for us,” Rome said firmly.
Marco stared at him for a moment before releasing a sigh. “I know.”
Rome nodded slowly.
“You can go,” Marco said.
“No.”
Marco arched a brow at him. “Rome. You can leave. It’s all right.”
“I’m not leaving you at a time like this,” Rome said and crossed his arms.
“I’ll be fine. Neil is here anyway.”
Rome clenched his teeth. “Then I’m definitely not leaving you.”
A smile tugged at Marco’s lips.
“I’m very frustrated, Rome, and you don’t seem very inclined to help me work it out, so I suggest you go work out your own frustration. Preferably, right now,” Marco said and motioned at the door.
Rome only just stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Whether Marco would end up using Neil as a punching bag or as a vastly different form of release was anyone’s guess. Even Marco’s, he was sure. But as much as he wanted to protect Marco, he couldn’t exactly protect the man from himself, and if Marco wanted to give him the night off, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Juno
The tiramisu had been heavenly. He was definitely buying from Serrano’s more often. He didn’t really cook much, usually relying on junk food or someone else to feed him. The thought had him wondering if Rome cooked. The man seemed more than competent to work a kitchen and considering the guy was Italian, there was a good chance he could cook. Then again, he probably spent all his time catering to a mobster’s every whim. He realized he was stereotyping and doing so because he simply didn’t know enough about Rome. He hoped he’d get the chance to rectify that.
His doorbell ringing had him sighing and reaching for the remote. He’d only just turned on the TV, settling in to watch a movie. He got up from the couch with a groan and made his way to the front door. He looked through the peephole, his pulse spiking when he saw who was on the other side. He unlocked the door and pulled it open. He wore a wry smile as he leaned a shoulder against the doorframe and ran his gaze over Rome. He looked fucking sexy in his jeans and black T-shirt. He was sure it wasn’t often Rome wore anything other than a suit, so he savored the sight.
“This is becoming a bit stalkerish, wouldn’t you say?” Juno said.
Rome narrowed his eyes at him. “You wanna fuck or not?”
“Well, when you put it that way,” Juno said and pushed the door all the way open.
Rome walked inside and while he took his shoes off, Juno had a nice peek at his ass before closing the door. He turned around, unsurprised when Rome pushed him back against the door and kissed him. The kiss was hard and when Rome bit into Juno’s bottom lip, he gasped, a shiver rocking through his body.
“Right to it, huh?” Juno asked, his voice breathy.
Rome pulled back. “You complaining?”
Juno slammed his mouth over Rome’s in answer. Their tongues played for a while before Rome kissed his way up the side of Juno’s neck.
“You wanna fuck me?” Rome asked, his mouth next to Juno’s ear.
Juno nearly swallowed his tongue in
