“As expected your parents told me we’d be returning to Paris in early September.”
My face made it clear that I didn’t care. I perched on the edge of the table with the monitors. “That’s not why I’m here.”
“No?”
I narrowed my eyes then opened my legs wide so my dress rode up, revealing I wore nothing beneath.
Santino leaned against the door with a groan. “You’re going all in.”
“We don’t have any time to waste.”
Santino chuckled. “I can’t lock the door, so this is very dangerous.”
“I thought you had the night shift alone?”
“I’m alone in the guard house but there are other bodyguards on the perimeter as always. My father for one.”
“He wouldn’t tell on you, right?”
Santino pushed away from the door and prowled closer. “Didn’t we agree to stay away from each other while in Chicago?” His expression told me he had other plans.
“Do you want to stay away from me for two months?”
Santino reached me and grabbed my thighs, staring down at me with lust-hooded eyes. “Fuck no. But this is madness, Anna. If we get caught…”
I grabbed him through his clothes. “We won’t.”
Santino released a sharp breath then his gaze scanned the monitors. “All clear, but this will have to be quick and dirty.”
I laughed. “Perfect.”
I helped Santino free his cock, desperate for him.
“I don’t have a condom on me,” he gritted out, regret twisting his features.
“Me neither. I could ask my brother for one.” I giggled, couldn’t help it. Santino didn’t look amused. He groaned and pressed his forehead against my shoulder.
I bit my lip. “We don’t need one.”
Santino raised his head with a confused expression.
“A week before my family came to Paris I went to a doctor and asked them for the pill. I’ve been taking it since then and they’re now effective.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
I shrugged. Somehow this felt more monumental than it should. This was just a practical matter after all… “I’m clean, obviously. And you haven’t been with anyone else since last December, right?”
“Yes, and I’ve never gone bareback.”
“Then we’re good to go.”
Santino looked almost amazed. He leaned forward and kissed my lips gently before his fingers found my opening to test my readiness. I was more than ready. Grabbing my ass cheeks, Santino dragged me toward the edge of the table before he plunged into me with one hard thrust. His lips clashed down on mine, swallowing my moan. The monitors shook with every thrust. I clung to Santino almost desperately, my legs wrapped around his hips. He jerked down the top of my dress and pinched my nipple.
I was getting closer and closer when Santino tensed. “Your brother’s in the garden.”
“He’s probably just looking for his stash of tobacco and weed that he keeps buried under the bushes. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”
Santino’s grip on my ass tightened and he sped up even more. “You’re going to be my downfall.”
I clutched his shoulders as my release burst through me. Santino followed soon after, and it felt different than before. Intimate I couldn’t quite define.
We didn’t have much time to bask in the sensations. After a quick good-night kiss, I righted my clothes and hurried back through the corridor.
I stepped back into the hallway of our mansion and came face to face with Leonas, who was sneaking around too. He definitely smelled of weed.
“You should stop smoking that shit.”
“We all have bad habits we can’t break, right?” Leonas said with a knowing smirk.
I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You and Santino are doing it,” Leonas said matter-of-factly.
I glanced around nervously and dug my nails into his forearm. “Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Leonas scoffed. “How about we go to my room before you piss your pants?”
He stalked away and I had no choice but to follow him upstairs. I had to find out if he knew more than he should.
The second we entered his room, I said, “Why would you say something like that?”
Leonas grabbed a packet of cigarettes from under his bed. “Cut the act, sis. I’m not blind or stupid.”
“If you keep doing weed, you’ll be soon,” I muttered.
Leonas sank down on the windowsill, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “Clifford approached me after his love visit in Paris.”
“What? When?” I stumbled toward him and perched beside him, my pulse speeding up.
“At a party. He asked me if I knew what was going on between you and Santino.”
The color drained from my face. If Clifford started asking questions like that, Santino and I were doomed. “What did you tell him?”
“I told him that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that you were an honorable woman. I also warned him to keep his mouth shut if he knew what was good for him.”
“Thank you.”
Leonas smiled wryly. “You’re welcome. But banging your bodyguard, sis, really?”
I slapped his arm. “Shut up. If someone finds out, Santino’s dead and I’ll be the reason for a scandal.”