“Wow. Must be nice to be so reasonable. Your mind is like a fortress of tranquility.”
He smiles, his thumb brushing my knuckles.
“Yet you conquered it within seconds. You’re the only one who could.”
I feel instantly better.
I can work with being the conqueror of his mind.
CHAPTER 67 – ANTONIO
I’m straddling Caspian, kissing him with volcano-erupting intensity.
“You must be at least a little bit jealous,” I insist breathlessly the second he lets me go.
“Not really. Take off your shirt.”
The tone makes my stomach drop in the best possible way. I obey, tossing the shirt to the floor.
“You can’t deny Luca is very good-looking.”
There’s a pause. I bite my lip, unsure if I went too far. Caspian’s hands settle on my hips. He gives me a thoughtful look.
“You’re right. I can’t deny that.”
I tense . “You think he’s good-looking?” I ask too fast.
“I think,” he replies, keeping me where he wants me, “that you’re trying very hard to make me jealous.”
Heat rushes through me. I try to pull away, but he holds me firmly in his lap.
I stare at him, eyes burning.
“That’s not it,” I argue. “I can’t believe you’re lusting after him.”
“You’re the one who brought Luca into my bed,” he says mildly. “Boxers.”
Shivering, I push them down, toss them to the floor, and climb back to his lap like I belong there. I’d better belong there. Permanently.
He kisses me, slow enough to make my head spin.
“You were supposed to be jealous,” I gasp against his mouth. “Not emotionally on your honeymoon.”
A breath of laughter ghosts across my lips. His hand closes around my cock.
“If you really want to know, I don’t remember what he looks like.”
My heart soars. “But are you jealous?” I whisper, still chasing it.
“No.” His hand moves confidently, without any hurry. “Because I know you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I breathe, the argument leaving my body in a long, slow exhale.
“Then we’re done talking about him.”
I nod, relieved he closed that door for me.
His hand continues its slow rhythm. “Look at you—already leaking. So perfect.”
