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Her ankles crossed around my ass, and the tightening of her muscles around my cock sent me diving over the edge. I froze as the wave broke over me, my muscles shivering as I spilled inside her, feeling like I’d never stop.

I went to move to the side so I wouldn’t collapse on top of her and crush her under my weight, but she tightened her legs around me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“No,” she said, pressing her lips to my cheek, jawline, and lips. “No, don’t move. I want you here with me.”

That familiar ache twisted in my chest, and I eased myself onto my elbows to lay flush with her, staying inside her. She ran her fingertips up my back, through the short hairs on my neck, and grazed her nails along my scalp. I turned and pressed my lips into her palm.

“What do you say we make a run for it in the morning?” I asked. “We can wake up before everyone, head back to Verona, and spend our last few days there instead of on the lake.”

“Verona?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. “The city of lovers?”

“Absolutely,” I said, grinning wickedly at her. “I think you and I are just getting warmed up in the lovers’ department these days, so…”

She chuckled and ran her finger down the center of my nose, “I wonder what we’ll find to do there.”

“Oh, you know,” I said. “Look at touristy things, eat pasta, go foraging.”

“Foraging?”

“There’s a truffle forest nearby,” I said with a grin. “What do you think?”

“Actually,” she said, grinning, “I love the thought of foraging for truffles.”

I laughed and leaned down to kiss her throat. “And, obviously, fuck on every surface of our hotel room.”

“Now, we’re talking.”

I moved to my side, bringing her with me. “Do you want to talk about what happened tonight? I’m not okay with you being hurt, especially when you’re doing me a favor.”

“Can that wait for Verona?” she asked, pushing my hair back. “I don’t want to conjure those feelings right now.”

“Understandable. How about your sexy ass sleeps in my arms for now,” I said, and she turned over onto her side. I turned around, hitting the switch next to my bed, and plunged the room into darkness as I kissed her on the neck. “Good night, beautiful.”

“Good night, handsome.”

Chapter Eighteen

SPENCER

“Do you have all of your stuff packed?” I asked as I walked back into our room, checking my phone for the notification from the driver that I’d called from Sirmione at six that morning. “Maurizio should be here any minute.”

She looked up at me with a grin as she shut her suitcase. “I feel bad for him, having to come back here so early after taking people back to town all last night.”

“He’s on call, so he knew that it would be a possibility,” I said, wincing internally as I thought of the young driver’s groggy voice when I’d called him, clearly dragging himself from sleep. “Don’t worry; we’re making it well worth his while, and I’m going to pay for him to go on a nice holiday wherever he wants after this week is done.”

She raised her eyebrow at me. “That’s a generous incentive.”

“Again,” I said, smiling, “I try to make it worthwhile for everyone who works with my finicky, prickly ass.”

She stood, walking toward me slowly. I took in the way her jeans wrapped her perfect ass with appreciation as she approached me, wishing we had an extra minute to show her exactly how much I loved every one of her curves.

“You are what’s worthwhile, Spencer,” she said, setting her hands on my sides and pulling me toward her. “It’s you.”

I leaned down to capture her mouth with mine in a quick kiss, which rapidly became much deeper.

“For people focused on making a sneaky getaway, you sure aren’t worried about making it out of the door.”

We broke apart, and I smiled as Nat bit down on her lips in embarrassment at the presence of Sloane and Becca in the doorway of our room. Sloane was smirking at us, but I could see a hint of worry hiding behind her eyes, almost as if she were trying to push something down so I wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving.

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