Page 163 of The Temptation

His silence is all the answer I need.

I let go, and he stumbles back, catching himself on the sink. His face is pale, and his hands are trembling.

When he glances down, the full weight of his humiliation sets in because he’s pissed down the front of his beige trousers, the dark stain spreading across the fabric and dripping onto his polished brown leather shoes.

Serves him right.

“Ah, fuck,” I hear him mumble under his breath.

“Be grateful I’m feeling generous today, because if I weren’t, being soaked in your own urine would be the least of your worries.”

With that, I turn and leave, having made my point.

Chapter 40

Romeo

“Come back to bed,” I plead as I walk up behind Lucia in the kitchen and slide my arms around her waist.

“I’m cooking dinner,” she replies.

“I don’t need food, I need you.”

“You had me this morning, and all afternoon.”

“I need more.”

“You need sustenance,” she replies. “And since it’s your birthday, I’m making all your favourites.”

When we got back from lunch, we spent the afternoon in bed, but sometime after our marathon sex session, I must’ve fallen asleep because when I woke, she was gone.

I can see by her wet hair that she’s showered and changed into a different outfit, jeans and a blouse.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I say, untucking her top from her pants and sliding my hands underneath the silky fabric.

She glances over her shoulder, running her eyes down the length of my body as the tips of my fingers move under the lace of her bra so I can tweak her taut nipple.

“And you’re not wearing enough.”

“I thought you liked me naked.”

“I do, but you might want to go put some pants on.”

“I’m good.” When I reach over to turn off the cooktop, she slaps my hand. “Let’s order in.”

“We can’t,” she replies, placing her lips on my cheek. “Go get dressed.”

“Why?” The words are no sooner out of her mouth when I hear a knock on the front door. I bury my face in the crook of her neck and groan. “Are we expecting anyone?”

“Yes, hence why you need to put some pants on.”

When I release her and straighten, she turns and pushes up on her toes to brush her lips with mine. “Go, I’ll get the door.”

I blow out a frustrated breath as I go to leave, and Lucia slaps my bare arse.

I’m halfway out of the kitchen when a thought hits me, stopping me dead in my tracks.

A dull weight settles in the pit of my stomach. “You didn’t invite my father’s family over, did you?”