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Still, she tried. “Oh, I’m oka—”
“Don’t be silly,” he said, using her words against her as he kept her in place. “You can’t make a big deal out of us using it to not do it yourself.”
Nadia gulped. “O-Okay.”
Christ, she thought,applying it was hard, but just waiting for Dante to start is torture. He seemed to be taking his job seriously, making her technique pale in comparison, even before he began touching her.
Rubbing the liquid between his palms, he warmed it up so when his hands did finally grace her skin, it was like warm oil being caressed into her skin, unlike the cold, thick mess she had rubbed into his.
To say it was like Heaven to be fondled over by Dante Caruso would be an understatement. The things he made her feel with his hands alone weren’t going to get her into Heaven. He made her feel sinful, in every good way imaginable, and she never wanted this moment to end.
Actually, she was starting to get the impression he didn’t want it to end, either, with the amount of time his hands spent coating her body. It far exceeded the amount of time he needed, and it was as if he was exploring. Every inch of her, he had taken special care, and when his fingers danced under her topstrap and came dangerously close to the side of her breasts, she thought she was going to explode with pleasure. So much so that her lips parted.
When his hands then slid slowly to the other side, her back practically arched in anticipation …
Unfortunately, the light footsteps couldn’t be heard until they were right next to them.
“Sorry.” Leo quickly noticed that he might be interrupting something. “I just needed some water.”
Dante practically sighed when Nadia hurriedly left his touch in embarrassment to go sit back down in her lounger.
He had really been enjoying himself, too. Regretfully, probably a little bit too much until his son arrived, and he didn’t miss that fucking smirk Leo carried on his face, either, as he went to get a drink.
Fucking kids. They ruin everything.
NINE
FUCKING KIDS. THEY WERE SUCH COCK BLOCKERS
“Do you think you can make me another one?” Nadia asked when Max had shown back up to take their empty glasses.
“Of course.” Max smiled, proud with himself. “Another rum runner coming up.”
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Amo cheered, coming back from his swim. “Keep ’em coming.”
Nadia laughed, proud of herself the more she loosened up, and when her second drink came, it tasted better than the first.
“Oh, I didn’t …” Dante stared at the rum runner that was being held out to him and was going to deny it, probably for his usual brown liquor, but he ended up just taking the drink. “Thanks.”
Lunchtime came shortly after, when Lila showed up to their loungers with sandwiches and fries. “Who’s hungry?”
“Me!” Amo urged like none of them didn’t already know.
Lila started handing out plates. “Well, I thought you guys might enjoy eating out here.”
“Great idea,” Nadia told her with a smile as she took her plate. She wasted no time plopping a fry into her mouth only forher to barely be able to contain her laughter so she could see the reactions she knew were about to ensue.
She watched them all take a big bite of their café-style chicken sandwiches first, and finally died of laughter when Amo ate a fry.
“What the fuck is that?” he yelled.
Nadia plopped another fry in her mouth. “Truffle.”
“How the hell do you always know what’s in it?” Amo asked in frustration.
“I went to a boarding school, and I ate a bunch of interesting food there.”
Amo didn’t look the least bit surprised, “Of course, you did.”
