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Sitting here propped on the edge of the counter half naked has him distracted as all get out. It’s as if he gets tunnel vision.

Leo drags the pad of his thumb over my clit, and I shudder.

“So wet for me,” he grunts.

“I need you,” I beg.

“And I’m gonna need ya to spread your legs a bit wider for me, Sugar.”

“Anything for you, Cowboy.” I bite my lip.

“Ya know, I never liked that nickname before now. Not until I heard it from those pretty little lips of yours.”

His thumb continues to stroke me with teasing circles, and I melt at his touch. No longer able to handle the torture, I shove his hand away and dig my fingernails into his back as I thrust against his rock-hard cock.

“So impatient,” he says, before his mouth dives to my neck again.

He rubs his erection against my pussy, taunting me once again. Tiny white spots flicker across my vision, the pleasure tormenting me. Until suddenly, something else flickers across my vision. No, not something else,someoneelse.

My insides turn cold, and I shriek, scooting backward on the countertop and smacking the back of my head on the cabinet. “Ack! Shit.”

“What is it?” Leo’s gaze searches my face as his hand goes to cup the back of my head.

I point with a shaky finger. “There. There. Someone’s in here.”

As he spins around, I hop off the counter to yank up my panties and pull the coveralls back up. I shove my arms in, clasping the front together and not bothering with the buttons.

“Mama,” the word garbles out of Leo’s throat.

Mama?

CHAPTER 11

Leo

Oh shit.

Scrambling for my pants, I hike them up over my fizzling erection and zip them quickly.

“Leonardo Moretti, you oughtta be ashamed of yourself,” my mama scolds.

I scrub my hands down my face. All the anxiety over this exact possibility comes barreling at me in full force. So many times, I envisioned this happening. Notthisexactly, but my mama showing up in town. Now that it is, I’m not sure what the most appropriate reaction is.

Besides doing up my pants and introducing Giana to my mama. Since I’ve already done the former, I do the latter.

“Hey, Mama.” I reach behind me for Giana’s hand, and it takes a moment before she clutches onto mine.

“Don’they, Mamame, young man. You have a lot of explaining to do. Starting with…with…that.” She gestures a hand in our direction, wiping at the air.

At first, I think she means Giana, but then I think she means what we were doing. And to be honest, at her age,shouldn’t she know by now? Or is it, she doesn’t have an open enough mind to consider her son would be having sex?

“Mama, this is Giana Russo. Giana, this is my mother. Carol Moretti.” I give Giana a small nudge in the back, forcing her to stumble forward a step.

She shoots me a glare but hides it before she puts on a brave face for my mama. She goes in for a handshake. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, ma’am.”

I’ve never seen my mama be deliberately rude to someone, and she thankfully doesn’t choose now to break that streak. Instead, she fixes the fakest smile on her face and shakes Giana’s hand. I recognize the smile. It’s the same one she uses when she agrees to yet another church committee, even though she doesn’t want to.

My stomach fills with a heaviness. And my dick, which was stiff only moments before has seemed to shrivel up inside of me.

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