“What’s that?”
“Take that off.”
She was wearing the pale lavender negligee. “Why?”
“You don’t want to get jam on it, do you? It might not come out.”
“What?” she shrieked and began scurrying like a crab to get away.
He grabbed her ankles, pulled her down, and straddled her. Then he took the thin, transparent material in his hands and ripped it open.
“Hey,” she cried.
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
He grabbed the bag. “I had to go to six pastry shops before I found some bomboloni.”
“Bomboloni?”
“Jelly doughnuts.” He pulled one out, broke it in half, dug his finger in, and scooped out some raspberry jam. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”
He held his finger over her breast, watching while the jam dripped in fat sticky globs on her nipple. She could feel it sliding down the swell of her breast. Then he placed his finger there, sweeping the jam in slow and deliberate circles around her nipple.
He stared at it and then lifted his eyes to meet her gaze.
She shivered. Her breathing, slow, steady, and deep at first, started to catch, becoming ragged as she felt a warm glow flood her body.
“You’re making a mess,” she murmured.
“I’ll clean it up.”
He lowered himself, his hot breath like steam as he took her in his mouth and his wet, plump tongue licked up every last drop.
“You definitely taste better than casonsei,” he murmured.
Rocco stroked her dark hair, liking the way it fell across the pillow, reminding him of Botticelli’s paintingThe Birth of Venus—except with raven tresses rather than golden ones.
They were lying in bed after making love, eating jelly doughnuts and drinking coffee.
Nico warned, “If you get any of that jam in my hair—”
He grinned. “You’ll what?”
“I’ll curse the little prince with an ending more miserable than Snow White’s stepmother.”
He laughed and pulled her into him. “No, you won’t. And you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you like the little prince. No matter how cocky he gets.” He paused, pressing himself into her. “In fact, you like him especially when he’s cocky.”
He was hard. Again. Already.
She laughed and tried to push him away, but he held her close.
“The little prince isn’t all bad, you know,” he said.
“I know. He rescued Cat and Dog.”
