Page 54 of Sinful Escape

My jaw dropped, and Luca burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry.” Sniggering, I tugged a curl behind my ear, trying to shove it back into place. “But I’d better get going.”

“I figured you’d say that.”

He helped me to my feet and offered me the blanket, I assumed to clean up his mess. I turned my back to wipe off. Tossing it aside, I shoved my tits into my ugly bra, and grabbed my shirt off a hay bale and tugged it on. Only then did I pull on my panties, cargo pants, socks and sneakers.

“Come on.” He led the way, and we retraced our steps downstairs.

With each step, a drop of guilt trickled into my mind. We could’ve been caught. We’d put our jobs on the line for a couple of minutes of crazy.

Amazing, mind-blowing crazy. But still . . .

While I was hitting emotional turmoil over what I’d just done, Luca seemed completely at ease. Like taking women up to the hayloft was something he did every day.

Maybe he did.

We arrived at the equipment tack room again, and he turned to me. “We should do that again next time.”

My jaw dropped. Next time? I was still processing this time. All I could picture was how awkward that next meeting would be. The silence between us grew uncomfortable.

“Anyway, guess you’d better see what that guy wanted.”

“Oh . . . yes, okay then. Bye.”

He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Bye, Daisy. I’ll be more prepared next month.”

Fighting the heatwave cruising up my neck and cheeks, I turned and walked away.

My steps echoed off the terracotta tiles, just like Roman’s had. It took all my might not to dash out of there.

With each stride, I stewed over his comment about being more prepared. He’d seemed pretty damned prepared to me. At least with making a bed. In fact, he’d made it so swiftly, I was certain he’d had women up there before.

I frowned. Why did that bother me? It wasn’t like we were a couple. In fact, I barely knew him. I knew his name, what he did for a living, and that was about all. Oh, and I also know that he has an enormous cock and a tongue that made my body sing. A smile lit my face as I recalled his magical fingers inside me.

“There you are.” Roman appeared from around a corner.

Shit. “Oh, hey.”

“What’re you smiling at?”

“Ummm . . . nothing.”

He strode toward me. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really? I was in the, ummm . . .” I thumbed over my shoulder. “The ummm . . . stable. Helping Luca.”

Realizing my mistake, I blinked at him, wishing I could retract my statement.

“But I went in the stable.”

“Oh, well . . . see the foal . . . Mon Petit Chou . . . do you know her?”

He shook his head.

Of course he fucking didn’t! “Well, anyway, the poor thing cut her leg and . . . ummm . . . Luca asked me to help dress her wound. Yeah, so anyway, I did. She was really good though—didn’t move much. She liked me scratching behind her ears. I think she’ll be fine.” Shit! I’m rambling. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, hoping to stop my crazy monologue.

He cocked his head. “But I looked in there.”

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