I snort and bury my face in the crook of his neck. “Sorry. You should have seen the expressions on everyone’s faces.”
“Well, they better get their faces under control before we get back.”
Massimo stops at the end of a dark hallway and kicks open another door. The room he carries me into is cast in shadows, a tall floor lamp in the corner the single source of light. Navy drapes obscure the windows on the far side, and all the other walls are lined with intricately carved bookshelves.
“Where are we?”
“Brio’s study.” Massimo deposits me on the large pedestal desk occupying the middle of the room.
“Why?”
“Because if I have to wait any longer, my c**k is going to explode.” He seizes my chin between his fingers and leans in so close his face is but a breath away. His eyes are fierce as the
