Page 85 of Sinful Wrath
“I think I’m going to start calling youPee Peefrom now on.” Lucia laughs.
“You can try, but you’ll suffer the consequences.”
Lucia’s breath hitches, and her eyes glaze, as if she’s imagining exactly the sort of consequences I’m thinking of.
My own blood heats, and I clear my throat as I forcemyself to look away from her. Bianca takes that as her cue to take Leo from my arms.
“I think I need to get this little man in the bath.” She makes a swift exit.
Lucia gets to her feet and strolls over to the coffee machine.
I lick my lips as I watch her hips sway in that short little skirt she’s wearing.
“Bianca and I were thinking about ordering takeout for dinner,” she says as she gets to work refilling the pot with water. “Is that okay?”
“Sounds great.” I cross the distance between us.
I wrap my arms around her waist and bury my face in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent.
She squirms against me which only makes my cock start to stiffen.
“I’d stop doing that if I were you.” I press myself against her ass.
“You’re right, I’ll save it for dessert.” She grinds against me some more.
I bite back a groan as I let my hands trail up her stomach to cup her breasts. “I might be a little late to dinner.”
“How come?” She runs her hands back and forth over my forearms as she rests her head against my chest, letting out a soft moan.
“I’m waiting on a call from Rosa.”
Lucia’s body stills in my arms as she glances around at me.
“Who’s Rosa?” Lucia’s tone instantly gets defensive.
I drop my hands to her waist, spinning her around to face me.
Is she jealous?
I raise my eyebrows, my lips twitching.
“She’s my private investigator.” I pinch her waist. “So, keep hold of your pitch fork, woman. This is purely business.”
“I think I’ve heard that before…” She pouts.
I bend down to take her lower lip between my teeth, and she lets out a gasp as I bite down.
“I’d be happy to convince you later tonight,” I murmur against her mouth.
“Fine, but for the record, I wouldn’t use something as soft as a pitch fork.”
After a quick double espresso,I reluctantly leave Lucia in the kitchen and head downstairs into the basement gym to work up a sweat.
Might as well hit the home gym while I wait for Rosa’s call. I’m not one to sit around and do nothing, and my body is full of nervous energy, so I need to make use of it.
I’m barely twenty minutes in, my heart rate just starting to pick up, when my phone rings. I take the call.
“That was fast.” I wipe my forehead on my shirt.