Page 178 of The Obedient Lie
“Check?” she laughed, breath catching when my hand paused.
Luca leaned over, his lips brushing her shoulder. “You know, forscience.”
“You two are the worst.”
“And you love it.” I kissed the corner of her mouth, then added under my breath, “Youlovebeing ours.”
Her breath hitched.
Luca ran a hand over her belly, lazy and possessive. “You know what would make this even better?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What?”
“Breakfast,” he said innocently. “In bed. Made by Bastion.”
I scoffed. “The hell I will.”
“She deserves it,” Luca said, brushing her hair back gently. “We wore her out.”
She turned, voice mock sweet. “Please,Daddy?”
I swore under my breath and rolled out of bed. “Only because you called me that.”
Her laugh followed me down the hallway.
And I didn’t even mind.
Chapter Forty-Three
EMILIA
I wasn’t sure how I ended up on the kitchen counter.
One second, I was dragging myself down the hall in one of their oversized shirts — the next, Luca had lifted me, set me on the marble like I was breakable, and stood between my knees like he had no intention of moving.
Bastion stood at the stove, shirtless, flipping pancakes like it wasn’t driving me insane howdomestiche looked doing it.
His tattoos flexed across his back with every movement.
The same hands that had pinned me hours ago now handled a spatula with casual confidence.
“You’re staring,” Luca murmured, brushing a thumb under my chin.
I blinked up at him. “No, I’m not.”
“You are,” he smirked. “But it’s okay. I was too.”
“Pancakes are a turn-on now?”
“No,” he said, leaning in so only I could hear, “youare.”
His fingers slipped under the hem of the shirt I wore —hisshirt — and paused just above the tops of my thighs.
I shifted on the cold marble and instantly regretted it.
Luca grinned, watching my wince. “Still sore?”
“Luca—”
