Page 43 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

El

A ndrea and I are finishing up a day of work with plans for date night at the movies.

I place my hands on my desk, noticing how my ring shines in the light.

I swear, it gets more beautiful every day.

Andrea did good. Very good. Both with the ring and after we got home from the proposal.

Every surface, every room, and every position until the sun came up.

Andrea wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck, making me moan in response.

“I saw you staring at your ring. I love how beautiful and content you are when you shine it in the light.” I turn in his arms, wrapping around his neck and bringing his lips to mine.

We’re practically ready to undress each other when Mr. Hansley walks into the room.

“What the fuck. I don’t care how engaged or in love the two of you are; this public display of affection needs to stop.

If I keep catching you two together, I will put both of you on different schedules.

” Mr. Hansley stomps out of the room, leaving Andrea and me giggling.

Andrea, Mr. Hansley, and I know that we could do anything, and he won’t fire us.

He can put us on completely different schedules. That’s enough of a punishment.

“Did he come in here to tell us something?”

I grab my handbag when I notice we’re running late for our movie. I can afford to be late for anything except a movie. Every second is important. “Whatever it was, it’s not important anymore. We’re going to miss all the previews for our movie if we ask him. Let’s go.”

Andrea and I climb into my car, head to the theater, grab our necessary snacks, and get into our assigned seats.

He knows the best place for me is at the end of the row on the left side.

This allows me to run out for more snacks if needed, with the bonus of having a light to shine my ring under.

We both lean back in our seats, holding hands during the entire movie until the credits roll.

Andrea appeases me by waiting until the end for potential extras, even though there might not be. You never know!

Andrea and I sit our seats back up as he lets out a short hum. That’s his ‘I’m thinking’ sound. “And why did we go to this movie?”

I cross my left leg over my right, turning my body slightly toward him. “Because James said it was going to be good.”

“And what will we tell her tomorrow at work?”

“Ummm . . . that the movie wasn’t what we expected.” I shrug as Andrea leans in, pulling me into his lap as he kisses me. He pulls away from me long enough to answer.

“That’s a perfect answer.” He brings his lips back to mine, deepening his kiss in the meantime.

I straddle his lap, my skirt flowy enough to cover us both when I unbuckle his belt and grind on him.

His hard cock springs out, and he shivers when I grasp it in my hand.

I pump him twice before rising on my knees, high enough to bring his head through my slick folds.

The movement brings shivers through his body as he moans.

“Mon trésor, if you don’t sink down on my cock, I will slam you down.” Hmm. Is that a threat or a promise? I place the head of his dick at my entrance, contracting my muscles as I bite my lip.

“This is your warning.”

“Yeah, sure it is.” I sink the smallest bit before pulling back. The second I let my guard down, Andrea grabs my hips, thrusting up at the same time, he slams me down onto his lap.

“We’ve been together this long, and you think I won’t act upon my words? You know me better than that. Now, remind me how you rode me the first time we made love.” Oh, goodie, my favorite night. Besides getting engaged, of course.

I close my eyes, imagining the night we finally had sex.

Andrea and I had been dating for about a month, and my inner sex goddess was practically begging Andrea to fuck me.

But no, Andrea had to be a gentleman. One night, I stopped in unannounced after Giovanni and Mirabella announced their engagement at a family dinner.

With Giovanni being a family friend and Mirabella being my skank of a cousin, I was forced to make an appearance.

Who knew the reason for the dinner was to announce their engagement?

Also, not that it matters, but her diamond was smaller than the one he gave me and about half the size of the one currently on my hand.

Okay, internal monologue, get back to the main storyline.

The whole time, I couldn’t stop thinking about Andrea.

I kept noticing Giovanni’s cocky attitude and Mirabella obediently sipping on vodka sodas, Giovanni’s choice of drink for anyone he dates.

It keeps them skinny. At that moment, I realized that Andrea was the man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.

When I arrived at his apartment, Andrea answered the door.

Instantly, I jumped into his arms, and he carried me back into his bedroom.

When he threw me on the bed, the hunger in his eyes burned into me.

I sat up, unbuttoning his shirt as he ran his hands down my body.

After some well-deserved and fabulous foreplay, I pulled him down on the bed, straddling him as he grabbed at my hips.

It practically made me melt in his presence when he stared into my eyes, reminding me that I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

I leaned up on my knees as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I swear, the moment I lowered myself was the moment we fell in love.

Stupid, right? I still can’t explain it to this day.

That one moment with Andrea caused more love to bloom in me than anything I experienced with Giovanni.

“I know you’re living in the past. Are you thinking of the first time we made love?” I nod my head and moan as he hits that spot he could find in the dark. I’m almost there; just a small adjustment and it would push me over the edge.

“You’re desperate to come; I can see it on your face.

Let me help you.” Andrea pulls down my shirt, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

The second he circles his tongue around my nipple, I tip my head back, mouth open in a silent scream.

Andrea’s orgasm follows as his cock twitches, emptying inside of me.

Andrea kisses me gently as we both come down from our high. Soon, a hesitant voice comes from the front of the theater.

“Uh . . . ma’am, sir. It’s theater policy that every moviegoer has exited the theater after the credits to be cleaned between showings.

We appreciate your understanding and hope you had a wonderful experience this evening.

Please come back anytime for another showing of one of our amazing movies.

” The scrawny teenager standing at the base of the stairs faces our direction while focusing his sight on the wall instead of us.

His hands shake and his voice cracks as he guides one hand to the exit, voicing the script I assume his manager had him memorize.

Andrea and I chuckle as we subtly tuck him away and pull down my skirt to leave the theater, noticing the red cheeks on the young boy.

Andrea stops us, leaning over to the young boy and whispering. “I know. She’s magnificent.”

The next day, I run into James in the break room. At first, I don’t think she notices me when I try to tiptoe out of the room with my heels still on. I don’t want to lie to her, but the movie wasn’t my favorite. Until after the credits, of course.

“Oh, hi, El! How was the movie?” Stupid heels gave me away.

“Hi, James. That’s a fabulous outfit, if I do say so myself. Oh yeah, it’s because I picked it out for you.” Did that sound too cocky? “When it comes to the movie, Andrea and I definitely had fun.” Not a lie.

James tilts her chin down, eyebrows raised in a ‘I know what you did’ type of way. Stupid mother’s intuition. “You and Andrea fucked during the movie.”

“After the movie, but technically, we were still in the theater.”

“Changing the subject.” Thank god. “Guess who I saw shortly after I came back from maternity leave? Marco! He brought me some jeans that were practically destroyed, and he told me that he was seeing someone. Except when he came to pick them up the other day, his knuckles were bloody, and he was pretty defeated. Has he told you anything?”

I haven’t seen Marco since the night Andrea and I got engaged.

Andrea told me about their conversation.

While I’d love to find him and try to convince him that Andrea and I getting engaged won’t change anything, he’s right.

Andrea and I will get married, grow our relationship, and live our lives together, while Marco will simply be there.

When we first started this, the three of us, we had no quote-unquote endpoint.

We were enjoying the time, the sex, and the growth Marco was having with Andrea.

I guess getting engaged made things real for Marco.

“No. He hasn’t told me anything. Most of the time, when Marco and I talk, we argue.” Not a lie.

“I’m worried about him.” Concern etches her face while I’m sure she can see the slight annoyance in mine.

“You’ve become a lot more empathetic since you had Oliver. I have a love-hate relationship with it.”

“Oh, shush. Let me buy you coffee while we catch up. You and Andrea have been more on top of each other lately than normal, and I’ve been on mom duty.

You and I haven’t escaped since that one night at the club.

My husband still gives me shit about our night out.

Let’s go.” She grabs her purse, dragging me out of the shop.

We settle down in the coffee shop several storefronts down from the shop.

We catch up on everything related to Oliver, my engagement, and dodging questions about Andrea and me having babies.

Andrea and I still haven’t told anyone about everything we found out.

Shit, we haven’t even discussed if we plan to tell anyone.

We could tell everyone we’re childless by choice to avoid all the stupid sympathy people would give us.

James and I chat in the coffee shop until I realize I have about two minutes before my first client comes in. As I’m running to my office, I think, maybe, I should try to call Marco.