Halfway to Italy, I peered over at Riccardo, Vincent, and a couple of my guards, passed the f**k out, diagonal from us. Laila and Sage were sleeping in front of me, Sage’s head leaning on Laila’s shoulder, Laila’s cheek on Sage’s hair. Their skirts riding up their legs.
I drew my tongue across my lower teeth.
No panties either? Had they planned that?
Once I placed my glass down, I stood and walked over to them. I gently pulled Sage’s tablet from her arms to put it away and spotted the drawing of Laila she had been working on while my wife slept. I sucked in a sharp breath at how detailed it was.
One day, I’d pay Sage to create a mural of Laila for me to hang in my office.
After depositing the tablet into Sage’s Hermès bag, I gently placed Laila’s leg over Sage’s and parted their prett
