Page 40 of The Maid Married To The Billionaire

‘More than enough for me.’ Enzo crushed her lush mouth hungrily beneath his and groaned, stretching over her slight body and sliding between her legs. ‘And now I’ve got to wrestle you out of the blasted thing.’

Skye rolled away and sat up with a giggle. She tugged off the top and the bottoms with alacrity while he watched her with answering amusement.

‘You missed me,’ he commented with satisfaction.

‘Of course, I did,’ she muttered, recalling all those lonely nights of broken sleep in the children’s room.

Enzo spread an appreciative hand over a small pouting breast and bent his head to capture the rosy nipple in his mouth. ‘Never stop being that honest with me,’ he urged.

‘Why would I?’ she framed, thoughts blurring as the tug of his lips sent an urgent shot of pure, naked craving down into her pelvis.

He kissed a haphazard line down over her body, found the heart of her and dallied there, long fingers toying with her tender entrance while he tormented her with his mouth and the tip of his tongue. She hit a peak so fast it left her breathless and, with an audible hiss of enthusiasm, he flipped her over, lifted her and drove into her from behind, punctuating that move with a revealing groan of deep satisfaction.

Excitement gripped her from head to toe because she was so sensitive, his every thrust set her on fire. She couldn’t get enough of him. He couldn’t get enough of her. Perspiration filmed her skin and she careened into another breathtaking climax with the sound of his name on her lips. She collapsed on the bed and Enzo pulled her close.

‘I like you screaming my name,’ he said raggedly.

‘I didn’t scream!’

‘You said my name with wonderful enthusiasm. I liked it,’ Enzo rephrased smoothly, sitting up to lift her over him and wrapping both arms round her.

‘I feel like a cuddly toy.’ Skye pressed her lips against a bare brown shoulder, still intoxicated by the delicious sensations thrumming through her limp body.

‘I’m working up to carrying you into the shower and then we’ll explore the island and go waterskiing.’

‘What if I don’t like it?’

‘We’ll try something else. I’m very flexible.’

Two days passed in a whirl of activity. Skye preferred jet-skiing to waterskiing because she couldn’t stay upright for long on the water. They went snorkelling and sailing in a catamaran. They also dined on the beach and went skinny dipping afterwards, sitting long into the night on the shore with drinks. Enzo gave her a beautiful gold watch and Skye picked a souvenir bauble for the Christmas tree back home. He confessed that he was missing Brodie and Shona, which touched her heart, and he bought a pile of toys for them.

They slept on the flight, Enzo up early, back in a sleek, sophisticated business suit. They had had so much fun, she reflected as she pulled on jeans and a sweater, prepared for the icy temperatures that awaited her back home. She had to pick Brodie up from his playgroup. She still felt dizzy with happiness after forty-eight hours of Enzo. She didn’t feel that she should be so happy but Enzo was in excellent form as well.

Oh, who are you trying to kid? she asked herself in exasperation as she put on her ankle boots. Even though she had kept warning herself to keep her head in Enzo’s vicinity because their marriage wasn’t destined to last, she had still fallen for Enzo like a ton of bricks. How could she not have fallen for him? From the outset he had looked out for her in every way possible. He had cared for her, supported her and never once put her down. He made her feel special and he shared everything with her. Of course, she had fallen madly in love with him, but she wasn’t planning to tell him and she wasn’t going to make a fuss about it either.

Some day in the future, Enzo would announce that he was returning to Italy and she would have to deal with it. She wouldn’t throw her feelings in his face. He didn’t deserve that when he had been honest with her from the beginning. It wasn’t a proper marriage. Enzo had never planned to stay with her and the children, she reminded herself. He would leave and she would have to make the best of the situation.

They parted at the airport. ‘I’m catching a lift with my security team to the factory,’ Enzo explained. ‘I’ll try not to be late tonight. I want to see the kids.’

When Skye got back to the house, eager to see Alana and Shona, she was disappointed. Alana had left a note explaining that she had taken Shona out shopping with her. She then discovered that Mavis, her late mother’s car, had a flat tyre. Already running late, she phoned Enzo.

‘May I use your car? Mavis has got a flat and I haven’t got time to change it.’

‘Matteo can drive you. He’s the best driver on my staff,’ Enzo advised calmly.

‘I’ll change the tyre when we get back,Signora,’ Matteo declared helpfully as she climbed into the SUV.

They were heading downhill into town when Matteo bit out something in anxious Italian. The big vehicle was jolting from side to side as the older man worked down through the gears. ‘The brakes have gone!’

As they headed for a T-junction, Skye gripped the side of the seat as Matteo struggled to slow the car down and finally steered into the ditch.

‘She’s likely to tip over!’ he warned her.

Her heart was in her mouth. There was a thunderous crash and the car juddered violently as it tipped into the ditch. She struck her head hard on the passenger window. Pain lanced through her temples and then blackness engulfed her and she knew no more...

CHAPTER TEN

SKYEWOKESLOWLY. Her head hurt. She had the vaguest recollection of being sick, of medical staff fussing around her. Eyes opening in dismay, she started to sit up, realising that she was in bed, but her head swam so dizzily she flopped down flat again, struggling to overcome another bout of nausea.

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