Page 97 of Masked Hearts

“Considering I just threw everything in, I probably forgot something. It’s a good thing my husband’s a billionaire and can just buy me whatever I need.”

He rolls his eyes, but a smirk settles on his lips.

“Mr. and Mrs. Vitale, a pleasure,” the pilot greets us as we arrive at the private jet.

“Thank you for helping us out on such short notice.” Antonio extends his hand.

“Of course, Mr. Vitale, it’s an honour to be a part of such a special occasion.” Antonio smiles broadly, and I say a quick thanks as Antonio pulls me up the stairs and into the cabin where we take our seats.

“First time in a private jet?” he asks as I take in my very lavish surroundings.

“Yes,” I say absentmindedly as I stroke the leather on the seats that feel exceptionally soft.

“Let me give you a quick tour before we take off.” He jumps up suddenly.

He’s been so full of energy the entire day, and it makes his usual sunshine demeanour even brighter.

I follow behind him slowly. He has to bend slightly as he walks through the cabin since it’s not built for someone his height.

“This is the bathroom.” He points towards a room just to the left. As I step in, I almost let out a gasp. It’s fully equipped with everything, down to a small shower.

“Wow,” I say, scanning the room.

“Over here is a bedroom.”

“A bedroom?!” I ask as I step back into the small hallway.

“Yeah, it’s for when we do longer flights unless you want to nap right now?” He looks at me, slightly concerned that I might be tired.

“This is insane.” I sit down on the mattress, and he joins me. “And it’s comfy, absolutely insane.”

“Very comfy.” He pulls me closer. “Almost too comfy.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to lie down.

Giggles escape my lips as he starts tickling me. “Stop it. I’m going to start crying,” I beg and wriggle against him, trying to escape the torture.

“But your giggles sound so pretty,” he reassures as he continues.

“Antonio!” I shriek, and he chuckles before stopping and smothering me in kisses.

“Antonio,” I repeat, but this time, it sounds a lot breathier.

“Hmm? Want me to stop this, too?”

“No.”

A knock sounds from the door, and Antonio pauses. “Yes?” he calls.

“Mr. Vitale, the pilot has asked for everyone to take their seats for take-off.”

“We’ll be out in a second,” he replies before sighing. “Guess it doesn’t count as mile high if we aren’t in the air yet.”

He stands and helps me to my feet.

I turn to a mirror and ensure my hair is laying normally, catching a glimpse of Antonio readjusting himself. “Keep staring,tesoro,and this flight may get delayed,” he says before opening the door.

“Like you said, it doesn’t count if we aren’t in the air.” I pat his shoulder and head back out to our seats.

Take-off is smooth, and once we’re at cruising altitude, Antonio makes quick work of unbuckling both our seatbelts and dragging me back to the bedroom—but not for the reason I think.

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