I chuckle, pushing a strand of her hair behind her neck. “In that specific order?”
“And then backward.”
What my woman wants, she gets.
Not losing more time, she rushes to the mansion to pack some stuff, and then we head to my car.
As I drive away, she turns to me. “Do you think your men will find it suspicious?”
“Like Lorenzo keeps his mouth shut, so will they. No one wants a war, and no one wants our partnership to fail.”
She’s about to say something, but I cut her off. “And our love will consolidate the union once we overcome the hurdle.”
“I know… It’s ugh.”
“Keeping it a secret won’t help either. You get your wish, but only for a few more days. Tops,” I say, my voice etched in resolution.
She turns silent for a moment. “Fine, but even if Enzo won’t understand, it doesn’t matter.”
“We’re not there yet.” I grip her chin, lowering my face to kiss her. “The only thing on your mind should be us.”
“You’re right. Not that I don’t love your presence, but the orgasms certainly help with obliterating the worries.”
I love this woman to madness and back. So pure. So refreshing.
“Stroke my ego, baby girl.”
She trails her eyes over me, gleaming with mischief. “It’s huge, just like the rest of you.”
Chuckling, I drive away, feeling elated.
Once I reach my place, she climbs the stairs, entering like she is the queen of this place, which she is.
My men steal glances between me and her, but, being smart, they pretend not to notice the woman. Soon, they will protect her with their lives.
I take the bag from the trunk and follow her inside. I find her in the kitchen, chatting with Sasha as she prepares some lemonade.
With Dahlia inside, this house becomes a home for the first time. She fills it with her magical presence.
Once she sees me, she runs toward me, and I catch her with ease.
She smacks my lips. “Missed you.”
She might as well thrust her greedy little hand in my chest and rip out the organ that is hers entirely and wear it as a token of my complete loyalty and everlasting love.
I lift the bag she packed, and from her playful smile, I know she picked these bathing suits with the sole purpose of driving me mad.
Inside the bedroom, I sit at the edge of the bed as she slowly undresses. She removes the lace bra and thong, and it takes everything in me not to maul her.
Fisting the duvet, I watch her pick the first one. It’s a cream scrap of nothing with golden stripes interwoven in the fabric.
“What do you think?” she asks as she pirouettes.
“For you to wear that, I’d have to blind all my men. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” My voice deepens, taking on a dangerous tone.
She rolls her eyes at me in a theatrical display. “So extreme.”
I lean back on my palms and cock my head, trailing my eyes over her delectable body, causing instant heat to coil in my groin. “You’re mine. Fucking mine alone. Only for my eyes, my mouth, my hands, and my cock.”
