Page 30 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
He lifts his head quickly. “Is there anything I can do? Run us a bath or—”
A sharp knock on the door cuts him off.
“Sex ban,” Andrea shouts. “Some of us are trying to remain innocent before breakfast.”
My cheeks heat.
“Fuck off,” Valentino hollers back.
“Fifteen minutes,” Andrea says before he stomps away from our door like a child.
Valentino laughs against me, his shaking body making me jiggle along with him. He doesn’t let me go. Instead, he grips my ass and pulls me closer to him until we are fused from top to tail.
“Are we banned from sex now because I was too loud?” I ask, ready to crawl into a hole and die.
“He’s just being annoying. I want you screaming for me. We can always try a gag if you’re nervous about it, though.”
He wags his eyebrows at me, and I can’t say I’m not curious. How loud would he make me scream then?
But we only have fifteen minutes to get ready now. I’m not going to be late even if I’m embarrassed. I kiss Valentino, tasting myself on his lips.
“Let’s get dressed.”
“You know the meme of like a stick figure rabidly tearing apart something?”
“Uh.” Junelle looks up from her e-reader and stares at me. I only just see her movement out of the corner of my eye because I can’t stop staring at Valentino as he steps onto the pier.
His wet swim trunks, already so seductively short, are skintight. They cling to his thighs and outline his heavy dick. I can’t take my eyes off him. Every drop of water that slips down his skin makes me jealous. I want to be those rivulets.
This certainly lightens my mood after he stormed off to take a work call.
After we all got set up on the pier, loungers unfolded and umbrellas opened, he had to take another call.I’m starting to notice a trend with Valentino. He never seems to turn off his work brain either. I guess the one benefit for me is that I don’t have to deal with people breathing down the phone at me.
Thankfully, this one wasn’t nearly as long as last night’s, but he spent a good thirty minutes pacing up and down the far side of the deck.
Whatever it was clearly didn’t make him happy. He stripped out of his loose button-down at the end of the pier and climbed right into the water to go bother Marcello and Cristina where they were swimming. They all wore serious looks and then the two of them left.
Junelle didn’t bat an eye.
I only watched them pack up quickly for a few moments before I saw Valentino getting out of the water closer to us.
“I’m turning into a feral animal, Junelle.”
“We all heard.” She laughs, looking from me to Valentino, then back at me. A satisfied, victorious grin settles on her lips.
I groan and shove my face in my paperback. Definitely going to have to learn to be quiet.
“The Benetti men sure do have a way about them,” she agrees. “We clearly hit the hottie jackpot.”
Her gaze shifts just enough, and I see Andrea walking towards us. Unlike his uncle, he’s cut withobvious bulging muscles from all the time he spends doing… something. He’s not a gym bro, so maybe his corporate job isn’t as white collar as I thought. He’s got to get those muscles from somewhere, right?
“One green smoothie.” Andrea smiles as he presents Junelle her drink. “Marcello said he’d be back before dinner.”
“Where’d they go?” I probe.
“Eh, apparently Nonna thought she saw a rat.” He shrugs overly much.
My blood runs cold. Nope. Big no. I can’t deal with mice or rats or any rodents. I know there is some statistic that when you live in a big city you’re always within five feet of one, but I can’t believe it. Even thinking about it makes it feel like they’re scratching and crawling all over my skin.
