Page 19 of Good Girl Gone Bad

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Hours later, he picked Lily up in front of her salon. They only had an hour or so before they had to endure the nasty traffic to get to the private airfield and take off for Italy and a week of celebrating Nonna’s birthday.

“Are you ready to start your fake fiancée duties?” he asked, picking up her luggage, adamant on reminding her about the role she’d be playing abroad.

“Yes.” She had insisted on meeting him at the salon and not in her apartment because of a client’s appointment for highlights. Her work ethics pleased him. She didn’t see all he could do for her professionally. She still counted every and each client—scattered as they were—as important as luxurious international travel. He doubted she’d done much of that.

He put her bags into the limo, even though his driver would have been happy to do so. When he opened the door for her, she slid inside, and he followed.

“I see the partition has been fixed.”

He groaned. “Come here.”

She sat on his lap, and their bodies molded together as if a skilled artist had created them. Warmth enveloped him, her feminine scent teasing his nostrils. She ran her fingers through his hair, transforming his scalp into a profusion of sensations. He leaned into her touch, enjoying it, afraid he’d gotten too used to having her near.

He slid his hand down her jeans. Ah, he hated when she wore jeans or any other piece of clothing where instant fucking became a difficult task. “I thought I told you not to wear pants.”

She planted small kisses around his mouth, cheeks, and chin. By now, she should know that strategy drove him crazy, making him desperate to have her lips on his. “Yes, and I thought I told you we aren’t living in the fifties anymore.”

He swatted her ass playfully. “Scopa,” he cursed.

She nibbled his nose and adjusted herself on him so she straddled him. “Say that again.”

“You don’t know what I said.”

She chuckled. “Sounds sexy.”

“You know what’s sexy?

She shook her head.

He pulled her head back to really take in her face, her lovely features. He caressed her cheek with his other hand, reveling in the intensity her big green eyes threw at him. “You are…” he said hoarsely, and brought her mouth close to his. “Sexy…and a whole lot of trouble.”

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“I still can’t believe you didn’t wake me up,” Lily said in the limo that drove them from the airfield in Rome. He’d actually let her sleep the entire flight, when she should have enjoyed all the amenities.

“You seemed tired.”

Sure, the chair converted into a bed, and the fluffy blanket had been a decadent invitation to Snoozeville, but… “I know, but what are the chances of me flying internationally in a private plane again?” Or hell, flying internationally anywhere?

“You still have the return trip to the United States,” he said drily.

“That’s true. I’ll make sure I won’t sleep then.”

Now he sat across from her in the sophisticated vehicle that had been waiting for them. Their surroundings were still foggy, but she kept her eyes glued to the window in case the scenery changed.

“We need to talk,” he said, sounding more stern than usual, for the second time since they’d landed.

“Yeah?” she asked, without looking at him.

“Lily.” He called her with an edge of impatience in his voice.

She regarded him. “What is it?”

How come he still managed to look that hot so early in the morning? She had brushed her teeth and combed her fingers through her hair, but Marco Giordano could easily make the cover of People’s Sexiest Man Alive edition without even trying.

“We need a new name for you while you’re here. I can’t call you Lily to my family. My brother will be present, too, and he’ll be suspicious if I introduce you as my bride and your name is on the deed of the salon we’re trying to buy.”

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