Page 112 of Reckless Deal

Perhaps life has always been like this, if I’d bothered to look up.

“Hey, handsome.” Beaming, she bounces to me and wraps her arms around my neck. I always thought I’d get sick of the lavender. I was wrong. I was wrong about so many things when it comes to this woman, I can’t believe she gave me another chance.

I bury my nose in the crook of her neck and bite her gently, squeezing her ass. “Hey, Princess.”

“So, what’s the secret plan?” She wiggles her shoulders in excitement.

“We’re having a picnic.” I kiss her.

“A picnic? Like you’re going to sit on the grass?” She chuckles and I yank her closer, nibbling on her jaw.

“Of course not,” I growl half-heartedly. “Sophisticated people have a picnic blanket.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Isn’t it cold for a picnic?”

“Not where we’re going.” I open the door for her. She raises her eyebrows, but doesn’t push.

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“What the hell, Gio? Where are we going?” Mila half-bounces with excitement, but chews on her lip at the same time.

“To have a picnic.” I shrug and get out of the car. She doesn’t wait for me to open the door and rushes out.

“Where is the picnic?” The wind flaps her hair around.

“It’s a surprise.” I get the basket from the boot and push it into her hands.

The valet comes to get my car and my luggage. Mila’s luggage—she won’t like that I bought her a new wardrobe—is already onboard.

I take the basket and her hand and drag her across the tarmac.

“Gio, I don’t like surprises.”

“Since when?” I stop and peck her before beckoning her toward the stairs.

“Since right now.”

I laugh. “Okay, then we’re flying to St. Martin.”

She turns around and almost knocks me down the step. “Gio!”

“Yes, Princess?” I nudge her to move. We won’t fucking ever take off at this speed.

She climbs the stairs, smiles at the flight attendant. “I’m not packed, and I have meetings on Monday. How long are we going for? One night? That makes no sense. It’s too far for a round-trip like that. And I—”

I seize her lips. I don’t mind her babbling as much as I used to, but shutting her up with my mouth is satisfying. She tenses, flailing her arms, but then melts into me. Heaven.

“We’re going for a week.” I eat her protest with my lips again. God, she’s delicious.

“You don’t have any meetings. I made arrangements with your assistant,” I continue, stopping her words with my tongue. “You’re packed, Princess.” I nibble on her neck, fist her hair.

She moans. “I am?”

“Yes, Princess, I took care of everything for this picnic, and if you stop protesting, I might even fucking sit on the grass later.”

She giggles and takes my cheeks into her hands. “Thank you.”

“Good. Now buckle up so we can finally take off, and then I can take you to the bedroom, because my cock remembers the last time you slept there alone and demands retribution.”

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