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“You absolutely were.”

“Please tell me we’re not done.”

“Not even close, Little Thief.” I stand up, licking my lips so I can taste every last drop of her. “Now let’s get you covered up. We’re almost to the top and as much as almost getting caught turns me on, I have zero desire to let anyone else see what’s mine.”

It’s a bold statement.

But when she doesn’t correct me, my heart begins to beat for her alone.

CHAPTER TWENTY

LEIGH

I wake up in the darkened bedroom in the guesthouse, unsure of three things:

How I got from the gondola to here.

When I passed out.

How long I’ve been asleep.

What I do know:

My thighs are raw from the scruff of Luca’s jaw.

When I think about what happened, my pussy twitches with the need for a repeat performance.

God, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

Scratch that. The best two orgasms.

If I had known last time that Luca could do all that with his tongue, I would have demanded he get on his knees instead of the other way around.

I curl into the fluffy duvet and take stock of the pure satisfaction radiating from my body. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to come at the hands of a man. Let this serve as areminder never to let the cobwebs take over again.Luca knows what the hell he’s doing.

Speaking of Luca…

I roll over, finding no trace of my maybe baby daddy.

God, that’s still such a weird thing to admit—even in the silence of my own mind. But surprisingly, I don’t hate it.

My eyes drift to the clock on the nightstand, and I almost choke. It’s nearly ten o’clock. I’ve slept for two hours.

Does that mean Zach is in his room? Or is he still in the main house?

Shit.

Scrambling to get up, I all but fall out of the bed only to realize I’m in nothing but an oversized Monarchs shirt that may or may not be Luca’s. No panties in sight.

And he calls me a thief.

I eye a set of sleep shorts draped over the chair in the corner, and then, in a manic attempt at being sexy, forgo them all together. Hopefully Luca didn’t invite the guys to come over, otherwise this could get real awkward, real fast.

Zach’s room is void of any sign of him. It’s not until I’m almost to the living room that I’m hit with a delicious smell and the sound of someone softly singingSanta Baby.

He’s off key and makes up the words he can’t remember, but it’s the spirit of it that melts my heart. This man has so many sides to him. Many of them he doesn’t let people see. I understand why he doesn’t do more than dinners with women or invite them to this sacred holiday. If they saw even a fraction of what I have this week, they’d never let him go.

When I round the corner into the main room, Luca is standing at the kitchen island. Still in his jeans and cashmere sweater, he plates what looks like some kind of pasta.

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