“Is it because I spanked you?” I took liberties with her ass. I bit her and marked her with a hickey too.
She smiles. “You know I don’t mind that.”
“What’s the problem, then?”
“I’m Leo’s governess.”
“I’m his uncle. Again, what is the problem?”
“It’s not appropriate for us to have a relationship while I teach Leo.”
“That’s fine. I’ll fire you.”
Pure horror comes over her, and she pales visibly.
I peck her nose. “I’m kidding.”
“Don’t joke about my job.”
I nod. “Tell me why you think us having sex is inappropriate?”
“Your house is my workplace.”
“Where your rich boss wants to fuck you,” I add.
Under me, Lake laughs, which pushes her soft breasts against my hard chest. I take the opportunity to wedge myself between her legs.
When she feels my erection, her eyes roll back. “Alessio, please.”
“Begging me will do the opposite of what you want. Tell me no. Tell me straight up. Don’t beg unless you want me inside you. Are you telling me no?”
Lake groans and lifts her hips, but I’m unsure if her body’s simply reacting to mine.
“I’m going to bite your pussy, Lake. I’ll bite it, and then I’ll fuck you into this mattress. Decide how your night is going to go. Five, four, three, two?—”
“I can’t.”
I fist my hands and lock gazes with her. “I don’t want to hearI can’t. It is inaccurate and a cop-out. The words you want to use areI won’t. Say them.”
“I won’t.”
“That a girl.” I push off the bed. “Let’s go. I’ll tuck you in.”
TWENTY-TWO
TROUBLE
Alessio
The next morning, before I went downstairs, I checked on Lake and found her asleep with a paperback novel spread on her chest, her hand still holding the pages apart. I assume she enjoyed the book since she read it as long as she could before sleep took her.
My phone rings in my office, and since I just got out of a meeting that couldn’t have been an email, I ignore it.
It keeps ringing.
Leo cuts the French toast on his plate. Normally, I work at this hour, but Leo’s governess slept in, and they usually eat breakfast together. Leo thrives on routine. In that way, he’s like me.
The housekeeper’s phone rings, and I drop my fork. Now I’ve got a pretty good idea who’s calling me and Rosalba.
