you?”
When he put it like that, it was hard for me to argue. Even if I knew all she'd want to do is talk about how to get to New York and overthrow her father. “Sure. But she might kill me first.”
“I doubt that very much.” He picked a tie up off his desk and tucked it beneath the collar of his button-down shirt. “She looks at you the same way you look at her. Don't like it much myself, but hey.”
And with that, he walked out, knotting his tie, leaving me staring after him.
***
Adriana groaned as I found her out in the yard. She was wearing a plain black bikini, and she tugged up the top. “What are you doing here? I thought you went with Darien.”
I shook my head and sat on a sun lounger. Thank fuck she was under the water. My cock was already twitching at the knowledge she was in nothing more than two tiny bits of fabric. Focus, Carlo. Fuck. “He's worried your father will send someone to come check up on me... and you.”
“Great. So you're babysitting me? That's just what every girl wants—an trained killer to babysit her.”
One of my eyebrows quirked upward. “Doesn't that make me the perfect babysitter? Who's gonna hurt you?”
Her lips parted, then she flattened them into a thin line. She splashed some water in my direction, but all that did was make me grin.
“Shut up,” she said, swimming over to the edge of the pool and resting her arms on the side. “I don't need to be looked after, Hunter. I'm a grown woman.”
The top of her cleavage was just visible over the edge of the pool. “I noticed.”
“Are you staring at my boobs?”
“Should I be?”
“You're supposed to be looking after me, not dreaming about me naked.”
I snapped my eyes up to hers. Did she honestly think it was the first time I'd thought about her naked? Fucking hell—I'd thought about a shit load more than just her naked. It was like a goddamn reflex now. Every time I was alone and thought about her, my cock stood to attention and there was only one way to get rid of the erection.
“You are,” she accused, narrowing her eyes. “You're thinking about me naked.”
“You want me to lie, Principessa? I can.”
“You can try to lie, but we both know you won't.” She swam to the other side of the pool and reached for a towel. She wiped her face and then looked back at me. “Admit it,” she called. “You were.”
“I was,” I begrudgingly told her. “Still am.”
She grinned. It was the kind of grin that made her bright blue eyes dance with laughter. “How are you supposed to protect me if all you can think about is me without any clothes on?”
Oh, man . I so badly wanted to reach down and adjust my pants. My cock was fucking throbbing against the zipper. “If you think that's all I'm thinking about...” I clenched my jaw.
She slapped her hand over her mouth, and her cheeks blazed a bright red, screaming of her embarrassment. For some reason, it made me want to laugh. She'd just spent a good few minutes forcing me to admit I was picturing her naked, and then when I was honest, she was suddenly shy.
“What's up, bella ?” Now I grinned. “Am I putting ideas in your head?”
Adriana shook her head. Fiercely, like she was trying to convince herself of that fact. “Like what?” She came back over to my side of the pool, but this time, she walked, carried the bundled up towel over her head. Her tits raised above the water level, and her pebbled nipples pressed against the wet fabric of her bikini top.
I swallowed hard. Fuck. I couldn't fight the urge anymore, so I adjusted my pants so the zipper wasn't completely against my dick.
Her eyes laughed at me.
She knew what she was doing.
Vixen.
“What's up, Cacciatore ?” she teased. “Am I putting ideas in your head?”
“Like what?” I fired her words back at her the way she did me.
“You tell me. You're the one who started with the ideas.” She threw her towel at me.
I caught it, and she motioned for me to open it, so I
When he put it like that, it was hard for me to argue. Even if I knew all she'd want to do is talk about how to get to New York and overthrow her father. “Sure. But she might kill me first.”
“I doubt that very much.” He picked a tie up off his desk and tucked it beneath the collar of his button-down shirt. “She looks at you the same way you look at her. Don't like it much myself, but hey.”
And with that, he walked out, knotting his tie, leaving me staring after him.
***
Adriana groaned as I found her out in the yard. She was wearing a plain black bikini, and she tugged up the top. “What are you doing here? I thought you went with Darien.”
I shook my head and sat on a sun lounger. Thank fuck she was under the water. My cock was already twitching at the knowledge she was in nothing more than two tiny bits of fabric. Focus, Carlo. Fuck. “He's worried your father will send someone to come check up on me... and you.”
“Great. So you're babysitting me? That's just what every girl wants—an trained killer to babysit her.”
One of my eyebrows quirked upward. “Doesn't that make me the perfect babysitter? Who's gonna hurt you?”
Her lips parted, then she flattened them into a thin line. She splashed some water in my direction, but all that did was make me grin.
“Shut up,” she said, swimming over to the edge of the pool and resting her arms on the side. “I don't need to be looked after, Hunter. I'm a grown woman.”
The top of her cleavage was just visible over the edge of the pool. “I noticed.”
“Are you staring at my boobs?”
“Should I be?”
“You're supposed to be looking after me, not dreaming about me naked.”
I snapped my eyes up to hers. Did she honestly think it was the first time I'd thought about her naked? Fucking hell—I'd thought about a shit load more than just her naked. It was like a goddamn reflex now. Every time I was alone and thought about her, my cock stood to attention and there was only one way to get rid of the erection.
“You are,” she accused, narrowing her eyes. “You're thinking about me naked.”
“You want me to lie, Principessa? I can.”
“You can try to lie, but we both know you won't.” She swam to the other side of the pool and reached for a towel. She wiped her face and then looked back at me. “Admit it,” she called. “You were.”
“I was,” I begrudgingly told her. “Still am.”
She grinned. It was the kind of grin that made her bright blue eyes dance with laughter. “How are you supposed to protect me if all you can think about is me without any clothes on?”
Oh, man . I so badly wanted to reach down and adjust my pants. My cock was fucking throbbing against the zipper. “If you think that's all I'm thinking about...” I clenched my jaw.
She slapped her hand over her mouth, and her cheeks blazed a bright red, screaming of her embarrassment. For some reason, it made me want to laugh. She'd just spent a good few minutes forcing me to admit I was picturing her naked, and then when I was honest, she was suddenly shy.
“What's up, bella ?” Now I grinned. “Am I putting ideas in your head?”
Adriana shook her head. Fiercely, like she was trying to convince herself of that fact. “Like what?” She came back over to my side of the pool, but this time, she walked, carried the bundled up towel over her head. Her tits raised above the water level, and her pebbled nipples pressed against the wet fabric of her bikini top.
I swallowed hard. Fuck. I couldn't fight the urge anymore, so I adjusted my pants so the zipper wasn't completely against my dick.
Her eyes laughed at me.
She knew what she was doing.
Vixen.
“What's up, Cacciatore ?” she teased. “Am I putting ideas in your head?”
“Like what?” I fired her words back at her the way she did me.
“You tell me. You're the one who started with the ideas.” She threw her towel at me.
I caught it, and she motioned for me to open it, so I
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