Page 33 of The Maid Married To The Billionaire

‘Yes, but soon after that I discovered that she had been lying to me and cheating on me. I had a lucky escape.

‘Are you thinking about marrying me?’ Enzo murmured huskily, the dark timbre of his deep voice making an intimate part of her clench tight with awareness. ‘I believe all your worries would be over if you were with me.’

‘Of course, I’m thinking about it,’ Skye muttered ruefully. ‘You’re gorgeous and sexy and incredible in bed and I’ve found you very reliable, in spite of your reputation.’

Enzo stretched out a hand and switched off the fire. ‘Leave the cleaning up for the morning.Incredible?’ he husked.

Skye went red as fire. ‘You know you are!’

Enzo closed long fingers round hers to lead her upstairs. Skye pulled free long enough to run around and douse the lights that had been left on.

‘You’re so responsible,’ Enzo told her appreciatively as she joined him on the landing where he awaited her.

‘And you don’t think about stuff like that because you’ve never had to worry about bills,’ she guessed and then sealed her mouth closed again because sniping at him about his privileged status in life was pointless.

He gathered her into his arms and ravished her parted lips with feverish hunger and then pulled back. ‘Sorry, early nightwithoutinterference... I forgot.’

Skye laughed. ‘Enzo, you chased my early night right out of my head when you mentioned your idea.’

‘Youarethinking about my suggestion, aren’t you?’

‘Of course, I am.’ But even more, she was wondering about the identity of the woman he had once thought of marrying when he’d deemed himself to be ‘young and stupid’ and whether that romance had turned him off love and commitment for ever. Evidently the episode still rankled enough that, even now, he didn’t want to talk about it.

His room had become their room, although her clothes were still across the corridor in her original room and she wouldn’t be moving them any time soon because the wardrobes in Enzo’s room were packed to the gills with fancy suits and shirts. Having fetched her cleansing stuff, she removed her make-up while Enzo watched her from the doorway.

‘I never saw a woman without make-up until I met you,’ he confided.

‘And I shouldn’t have let you sneak up on me.’ Skye pushed him out of the doorway and closed the door in his face while she cleaned her teeth.

‘I checked on the kids,’ he told her when she reappeared and jumped into bed.

‘Some day you’ll make a great father,’ she whispered as he undressed, although her tummy turned over when she reflected that if she did marry him, she would not be the wife he chose to have a family with. Their marriage would only be temporary.

She tried to close her eyes but the temptation of watching Enzo strip was too great and too strong. Lean, flexing muscle sheathed in golden skin began to emerge and her mouth ran dry and her breathing became audible.

‘I feel objectified,’ Enzo lamented with dancing dark golden eyes. ‘But I love feeling your eyes on me. When are you planning to rip off your clothes for my benefit?’

‘That would be...never,’ Skye warned him.

Enzo strolled lazily out of the bathroom. ‘Never say never around me. Are you thinking about it yet? Has a guy ever received a less enthusiastic response to a marriage proposal?’

‘Has ever a woman been told that the prospective bridegroom would be sacrificing himself?’

Enzo vaulted into bed beside her. ‘That wasn’t diplomatic. It wouldn’t be a sacrifice. I have never wanted any woman the way I want you. No matter where you are, what you’re doing, what you’re wearing.’

‘You’re just oversexed,’ Skye told him, snuggling up to him, one small hand smoothing down over his abs.

‘I’m not going to lay a finger on you tonight,’ he swore, heavy-lidded dark eyes scanning her face. ‘You’re tired.’

‘Notthattired,’ Skye teased, allowing that admiring hand to travel south, listening to his groan of startled pleasure with deep satisfaction.

‘Possibly I’m off limits until you decide on the proposal.’

‘We both know I’m going to say yes because you will keep on and on and on about it until I do.’ Skye sighed.

‘Now you’re talking my language,piccolo mio.’ Enzo turned over and pulled her close, running his hands down over her slender back and pulling her slight body over his. ‘And we can celebrate.’

‘Sacrifices don’t celebrate unless they’re martyrs.’

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