“I don’t have a passport,” I inform him.
“We will remedy that right away.”
I text Francesca back and drop my phone on the bed, snuggling up against him. “Birthday vacations, huh? I like that a lot. I don’t know how I’m supposed to compete with that, though. How am I supposed to get you something comparable for your birthday? I don’t have your resources.”
“I don’t need gifts. If I want something, I take it.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed,” I reply wryly.
“Besides, I’ll enjoy your gift as much as you will.”
“I can’t even offer sex stuff for a birthday treat; I already let you do whatever you want to me. God, you’re spoiled.”
He grins, tugging me close and brushing a kiss across my lips. “It’s my birthday every day.”
“It can be my birthday every day if it means vacations. I’ve never been anywhere.”
“Well, you’ve never been in a relationship with me. I like to travel, just not alone.”
“I had no idea you came with vacations. This package just keeps getting better and better.”
Smiling faintly, he says, “See, there are perks for putting up with me.”
“All perks, all the time,” I say, hugging him protectively.
His hand skims my side, moving over my ass and squeezing. “Now, I’d like to get back to this assertion that you can keep up with my sex drive all on your own. That’s a mighty claim to make. I’m going to need to see hard evidence to back it up.”
I grin, leaning in to kiss him as I run my hands over his chest. “I’m very interested in providing this evidence, but I want to talk more about Italy. Francesca gave me beach fever.”
“How about I book a couple plane tickets and you can find out all you want to know?”
“Really?” I ask, unable to mask my excitement. “We can book a trip, just like that?”
“I’ve banked my vacation days,” he says wryly.
“It’s good to be the boss, isn’t it?”
He smirks, tugging me close and burying his face in my neck, sending shivers everywhere with his mouth.
“Do you speak Italian?” I ask him, running my fingers through his hair.
I tilt my neck to give him better access, and he keeps kissing my neck as he answers, “Some. My French is better.”
“Because you always went there with Beth?”
I don’t know if it’s the mention of Beth, or just my endless curiosity, but the kisses stop and he pulls back to look at me. “Actually, no. I’ve been fluent since around 12. Adrian and I used to talk to each other exclusively in French when my father was around, just to piss him off. He was monolingual, and we didn’t like him to know what we were talking about.”
“Man, I could’ve used you last year. French is the worst. If I take a French course in college, you can help me with my homework.”
His eyebrows rise, his hand slipping between my legs. “Maybe if you dress up like a naughty school girl.”
I can’t quite stifle a smirk of my own. “I basically am a naughty school girl. Want me to dig out my notes and find some prop glasses? You can watch me study in my panties while I chew on my pen and fantasize about your cock.”
He grabs my hips, tugging me against his erection. Lust shoots through me and I reach for his cock, closing my fingers around him and tugging.
“You are every single one of my fantasies wrapped up in a single person,” he informs me, pushing me onto my back and climbing on top of me.
His words make my heart contract. Every kind of pleasure courses through me as he pushes inside me. “Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”
Chapter Twelve
Meg
I’m up early for breakfast on Saturday. I’m not much of an early riser, generally speaking, but I’ve been getting more than my fair share of sleep the past few nights.
Especially since Mateo has spent each one of them with Mia.
I tell myself this is fine. Normal, probably. She’s a new toy, and he wants to play with her. That’s totally fine. He still comes to our room to read bedtime stories and deliver goodnight kisses to his girls—but after I get mine, he leaves.
Mia, each time I’ve seen her since the first awkward encounter, has been in a blissful little sex bubble, so it’s not hard to figure that one out. They’re not playing Scrabble in there, that’s for damn sure.
Which, again, is totally fine. But he’s supposed to be splitting his time. We didn’t have to do every other night, but come on. Three nights in a row is a bit much.
It’s also super weird to come down for breakfast today and see them both already at the table. Mia is in her seat beside him, so I grab myself some eggs and take my seat on his other side. Before I do, I stop to give Mateo a kiss, casually smiling at Mia to see how she takes it.