“Where are we—” The words die in my throat as he sits down on the bench in the gym and shifts me around, one hand beneath my ribcage and the other around my thigh.
“Remember what I said about distracting me during my workouts?” he asks.
“Yes, but I wasn’t really staring,” I protest. “It was just a quick glance.”
He lays back, and I let out a little yelp as he bench presses me into the air. “Now you have to help me finish.”
“And the innuendos just keep coming,” Michele says dryly.
Rafe chuckles. “If Romeo had it his way, he would too.”
Nonna steps out onto the patio, pausing to look at us. “What’s this move?”
“It’s called the Neanderthal powerlift,” Rafe deadpans.
She nods, as if that makes sense, then goes about her business.
I sigh like I’m really put out. “You know they have weights for this?”
“I prefer this view.” Romeo smirks.
“Does this count as my workout for the day, too?” I ask as he does another rep.
“Nah, I’m giving you that later.”
“Get a room,” Cristian grumbles.
“Fuck off,” Romeo fires back.
“Gladly.” Cristian chugs a bottle of water before he, Rafe, and Michele take their leave.
Romeo finishes his reps, using me as his weight. When he rolls me onto the floor mat beneath him in one fluid motion, I let out another yelp.
“I think you like making me do that,” I squeak.
“You’re just now figuring that out?” He lowers himself into a pushup, brushing his lips against mine.
I let out a soft exhalation, and he suppresses a groan.
“You left me alone in bed.” He pushes himself back up slowly, his arm muscles distracting me from the conversation.
“I had to get ready for brunch. Abella’s baby shower is today, remember? You said you’d come.”
He lets out a dry breath. “You’re the only person in the world I’d do this for.”
“You say that about everything.” I laugh. “It will be fun, I promise.”
“Only if I don’t have to talk to anyone else.” He lowers himself back down, giving me another kiss.
“Is someone cranky?” I murmur.
“I don’t like waking up without you.”
“I know.” I offer him an apologetic smile. “Want to touch my boobs? Will that make you feel better?”
“Yes.” He kisses me a little rougher and with more heat, pressing his body closer until I feel his erection. “If we’re going to this baby shower, I need to fuck you first.”
“Okay,” I answer breathlessly.
