Page 144 of Lupo

“You feel so good,” he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “So perfect. Mine.”

“Yours,” I gasp. “Always yours.”

His hand slides between us, finding my clit. The combination of his fingers and his body and the look in his eyes—it’s too much. The orgasm hits me like a storm, my body arching, my cry muffled against his shoulder. He follows seconds later, burying his face in my neck.

For a long moment, we just lie there. Breathing hard. Hearts pounding. Tangled together on a daybed in the pool house like teenagers.

“I love you,” he whispers again, his lips brushing my temple.

“I love you too.”

We clean up quickly with the towels stacked nearby. Because of course Lupo thought of everything. We get dressed, trying to look like we weren’t just messing around in the pool house.

“Your hair’s a mess,” I tell him, my fingers combing through the damp strands.

“So is yours.” He grins, unrepentant. “Elena won’t notice.”

I laugh softly, leaning into him, my heart still racing. “We’re terrible at this.”

“At what?” He kisses the top of my head, his arm wrapping around me.

“Sneaking around.”

He chuckles, low and warm. “I don’t care. I’d do it a thousand times over for you.”

We’re barely dressed when I hear Elena's voice calling from somewhere near the pool.

"Daddy! Mama! Where are you?"

Lupo grins at me as he pulls his swim trunks back on. "Told you. Twenty minutes."

"More like fifteen." I'm frantically trying to fix my hair, which is an absolute disaster.

"We'll say we were looking for more towels." He pulls a few from the stack and hands them to me. "Here. Evidence."

"You're ridiculous."

"And you love me." He steals one more quick kiss. "Come on, wife. Before she figures out what we were really doing."

"She's three and a half. She won't figure it out."

"No, but Emilia will." He unlocks the door and peers out. "Coast is clear. Act natural."

"Act natural while carrying suspicious towels without a purpose?"

"Exactly." He takes my hand and we step out into the sunshine just as Elena comes running around the corner.

"There you are! Emilia says we can make cookies!"

"That sounds wonderful. I’m starving! Swimming works up an appetite." Lupo turns to wink at me. He doesn't even have the grace to look guilty. "Mama and I were just getting more towels."

Elena accepts this without question and runs back toward the house, already chattering about what kind of cookies she wants to make.

I elbow him gently. "You're a terrible liar too."

"I told the truth. We got towels." He holds them up as evidence, his grin wicked. "Eventually."

As we walk back toward the house, hand in hand, Elena running ahead of us, I catch sight of Emilia standing at the kitchen window. She sees us and shakes her head with a knowing smile before turning away.