“They’re in their rightful place.” He pulls the white fabric out of his pocket for me to see before tucking it back inside. “We’d better get out of here before somebody notices we’re missing.”
I run my hands down my body and through my hair. “How do I look?”
“Beautiful as ever.”
“Thank you.” I blush at the compliment.
Nico unlocks the door and swings it open. Standing outside are Talia and her husband, both of whom are grinning like idiots as they lean against the wall. Vomit churns in my stomach, and I wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole.
“This is not what it looks like,” I blurt.
Why on earth would I say that? This is exactly what it looks like.
“Yes, it is,” Nico corrects. He threads our fingers together and lifts them to his mouth, where he places a tender kiss on my knuckles.
Damn him for being so captivating and romantic.
“Right?” He arches his brow at me and waits for me to answer.
While I respect Talia, I care about Nico more, and that means being honest about how I feel. I stare into his hypnotic eyes and admit, “It is what you think.”
Nico grins, and when I face Talia, she’s bouncing on her toes with an equally wide grin.
“I totally approve, Dr. Winters.” Talia turns to Nico and crosses her arms over her chest. Cam places a hand on her shoulder to steady her for whatever is about to come out of her mouth next. “Since I’m the most awesome sister on the planet, I won’t punch you, like you did to Cam. I love you with all my heart, but I swear,mio caro fratello”—my dear brother—“if you fuck this up, I’m choosing her.”
Nico barks a laugh. “Fair enough.”
thirty-one
Nico
Aftergettingbustedbymy sister, I only stuck around long enough to listen to Cam grumble about how it wasn’t fair that I didn’t get punched.
Big baby.
I kissed Savannah on the cheek—with a promise to see her in a few hours—and left her to suffer through Talia’s interrogation alone. I might pay for that later, but I’m hoping Savannah will forgive me when she sees what I have planned for tonight.
Hours later, I have everything in place, and I’m finishing my sauce when I get a text from the security guard stationed in the underground parking garage, letting me know Savannah has just pulled into her spot.
My building security app is already open as I tap the screen and send the elevator down to the basement for my girl. Once she steps in, I close the door and send it on a non-stop trip to the penthouse. I turn the heat on my sauce to a low simmer and walk out of my apartment to wait.
The doors slide open, and Savannah steps out, taking my breath away. Even after a long day of hard work, she looks stunningly beautiful in her navy scrubs, messy ponytail, and swollen pink lips. My dick twitches, recalling the taste of her sweet cum on my tongue.
If I’m lucky, maybe she’ll ride my face for dessert.
“Ciao, gattina viziosa.”
“Hey, baseball boy.” Her puffy lips turn up at the corners as her eyes roam over me from head to toe.
With the way she ate me up earlier, I almost stayed in my dress clothes, but they aren’t the best for cooking in. Instead, I opted for a white tee and a pair of athletic shorts. If I had a choice, we’d both be naked for the rest of the night, but I’m not sure where Savannah stands on that yet.
After our tryst in the supply closet, I hope we’re closer to naked date nights together.
I close the distance between us and pull her into my arms, lifting her up and pushing her crossbody bag to the side. Like she did earlier, she wraps her arms and legs around me as we sink into a kiss.
Without breaking away from her needy lips, I carry her into my apartment and slam the door behind us. I push her back against the wall and ravage her mouth.
I’m fucking obsessed with the way she tastes. How she feels beneath me as my hands explore every inch of her body. How her hands feel as they slide over my body and her nails dig into my skin.
