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Chapter

Thirty

Bianca

“What are you doing here?” I opened my bedroom door to Nico. Mybroodiest of the broodbrother had an amused gleam in his eyes.

“Delivering clothes as ordered,” he said.

“I told Ivy.”

“It’smyclothes.” Nico had more or less the same build as Sandro, but my husband probably had an inch or two on my brother, so the request was for a T-shirt and athletic shorts. There was nothing we could do about shoes, and Sandro had no problem walking barefoot until his men could bring him clothes.

Right now, we’d been summoned to breakfast.

“Is everyone here?” I asked.

“Matteo and Sera are on their way. The rest are here,” Nico said. “No Aunt Carlotta, so don’t worry. Just us.”

“Whew, okay. Now scoot.”

“Where’s the husband?”

“In the shower. And wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Why? It’s funny.” He breathed a small laugh. “You should have him do the walk of shame at breakfast.”

“I’m trying not to be obvious, okay?” I tried to close the door on my brother again, but he stuck his foot in between the door and the jamb.

“What’s the matter, Smurfette? I’m sure Dad can be civil.”

My stomach twisted in knots. “When Matteo arrives, don’t gang up on my husband.”

Nico’s eyes softened. “Don’t worry, you’re worth it, and I believe Sandro knows that goddamned well. He’ll put up with your annoying family.”

“Aw, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve said about Sandro. Now go.” I gave him a gentle shove and shut the door. Still, that didn’t dispel my trepidation. Sandro wasn’t used to this much family in his business. He’d always been a loner, even before Wilma spilled the secret. He was never the favored son. I didn’t want Dad to make him feel like he was still undeserving of me.

The shower stopped. After Sandro fucked me against the wall last night, I told him I didn’t want to do all the things in one night and that included shower sex, although he tried to entice me into joining him this morning. But I had plans for us. I wanted us to check into the grandest hotel where no one would bother us, order room service, and just get lost in each other. But it was still my girlish dream, and I had to accept that it might not happen for some time.

I just had to be patient.

The bathroom door was ajar, so I pushed it open to see Sandro in all his naked glory, wet from his shower, with drops still glistening on his tanned skin. The tattoos on his back covered some scars. I felt them underneath my hands last night.

He grinned at me as he dried himself with a towel. “Stop looking at me like that or we’ll never make it to breakfast.”

I tried my best sultry siren look, and gave my hair a flip and bit my bottom lip, lowering my eyes to his relaxed cock. “Well…”

“No.”

“You’re saying no to a blow job? You were the one who wanted to have sex in the shower.”

“Baby,” he groaned. “Have mercy on me.” He was right in front of me. “There’s nothing I want more than to have that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock, but not right now.” He noted the clothes under my arm. “Especially if I’m wearing athletic shorts.”

“True. I don’t want you to meet my family with a boner.”

“Dammit, maybe I should just wear my suit.”

Nico’s remark came to mind. “Nope. We’re not meeting the family in your clothes from last night.”