Page 81 of The Deal

Frankly, so am I.

“You are?” he asks as his cheeks pinken.

“When I was a little girl, my dad used to be an accountant … it’s how I found my love for numbers.”

I cringe when she mentions what her father used to do. That job started this whole mess.

“What’s an accountant?” Giovanni asks.

“It’s a job where you work with numbers all day.”

“Yuk,” Giovanni fake gags. “It sounds like an awful job.”

“I’m an accountant,” she answers, her voice steady. “Well, Iwas,” she adds, her eyes briefly flicking to me with an accusatory glance.

I’d almost forgotten that’s what she used to do before I stole her away from her old life. I’d replace that fucker Lorenzo with her in a heartbeat, but there’s no way I’m letting her get entangled in the messier side of the business. I would like to get her thoughts on the new accounting program Prescott Enterprises designed, though. I know Spencer is the best in the business, but her input could be invaluable.

“I want to be an accountant when I grow up too,”Giovanni chimes in eagerly. His sudden shift catches me off guard, and I can’t help but bark out a laugh.

Flicking my gaze towards Chloe, I raise an eyebrow and slightly widen my eyes, silently conveying, “See? My son’s got it bad for you.”

“Oh, God, yes,” Chloe moans, leaning her head back to rest on my shoulder. I place my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as I continue to thrust into her at piston speed. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes through the small space.

I currently have her bent over the bathtub, using her trick of turning on all the taps fully to try and drown out any noises we make.

We’ve been at the cabin for eleven days now, and last night, Giovanni swore he saw shadows moving across his window, sparking a full-blown panic—not just for me, but for the guards too. It turned out to be nothing more than tree branches swaying in the wind, caught in the moonlight, but the damage was done. It left us all a little spooked, so now Giovanni’s sleeping between Chloe and me.

I actually feel better having him close, but it’s totally put a spanner in our sex life. Hence why we are currently locked in the main bathroom—in the middle of the fucking night—going at it like a couple of horny teenagers sneaking around behind their parent’s backs. I’ve been okay sharing her with my son during the day, but I looked forward to having her all to myself once we went to bed.

When I feel my balls draw up, I lean in, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. I know I’m close, but I need to get her over the edge first. I move my hand from her hip to the junction of her thighs and only have to circle her clit for afew seconds before her inner muscles start contracting around my cock. Her climax brings on my own as my movements become jerky.

I’m still fully seated inside her as I rest my forehead between her shoulder blades, trying to catch my breath. When I finally withdraw, I place a soft kiss on her spine and straighten.

I move toward the basin, wetting a washcloth under the streaming water.

My lips find hers as I slide the cloth between her legs, cleaning up the mess I just made.

We are playing with fire having unprotected sex, considering I said I’m not interested in having kids, but after seeing how she’s been with Giovanni over the past week and a half, something has shifted inside me.

I can’t shake the feeling that I want to experience that with Chloe.I want it all.She’s caring, attentive, and so damn sweet. She reminds me so much of my own mother. Any child would be lucky to have her as a parent.

Once we are dressed, I give her one last devastating kiss to get me through till morning. Actually … “I’m setting my alarm for 3 am,” I tell her, slapping her arse as she heads for the door. I’m going to need her again before my son wakes.

She opens it with a yelp, and we both freeze when we find a wide-eyed Giovanni standing there with his teddy bear tucked under his arm. I’m sure the shock on our faces mirrors his own.

“What were you two doing in there together?” he asks, his gaze shifting between us.

Thinking quickly, I reply, “Chloe got up to use the bathroom and saw a spider.”

His eyes go even wider. “You did? Was it a big one, Chlo?” he asks eagerly.

I nod, answering, “Yes,” at the exact moment, Chloe blurts, “No!”

Giovanni frowns, so I quickly add, “It was medium-sized.”

Chloe presses her lips together, trying to hide her smile.

“Can I see it?” he asks, his curiosity piqued.

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