Page 298 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

John cleared his throat, not bothering to deny anything Siena just said. None of it was a lie, and he knew it. “It’ll settle.”

“Likely not at the moment,” Siena countered. “Leonard has had you off your stabilizers for the antidepressants for what, a couple of weeks or more?”

“Something like that.”

“I think you need to get him to switch them back over now, John.”

John’s ability to rationalize emotions and his situation at any given time was often hindered by his current phase of bipolar. The more hypomanic he became, the less concerned he was over his behavior and actions. He gave it all very little thought because that was just how his disorder worked. Right and wrong became whatever he could get away with a lot of the time.

All over again, he was reminded of how difficult it was to live his life, be a made man in the utmost control of himself, and manage his disorder.

“It’s all right,” Siena said like she could read his mind. Her hand came up to stroke his jaw, and she pulled him close until the two of them were just a breath apart. Damn, he loved his woman. “We can call Leonard in the morning, and get the meds switched back around.”

“Always have my back, huh?”

Siena flashed him a smile. “You know it.”

“People know now—about me, I mean,” he said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“But they can’t know this shit, too. They can’t know these things, too.”

“They won’t.”

Her words felt like a promise.

She didn’t break promises, he knew.

“It’ll always be just you and me for this,” Siena told him. “We’ll handle it. It’s your life—your business. Those doors are shut, John.”

“Where did you come from, bella donna? You seem a little too good to be true when it comes to us.”

Siena laughed. “I came from Brooklyn. And you know damn well I was made for you, John.”

He gave her a quick kiss and said, “Damn right.”

“Are you still thinking about the cake?”

John grimaced because, yeah, he kind of was. He really wanted some of that, and it wasn’t just going to go away because he knew he was being irrational. “I can’t—”

“Help it, yeah. I know. How about I distract you instead?”

Her tone dripped with sex.

It couldn’t be missed.

John grinned. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Siena cocked a brow. “A head start?”

“Mmm, make it to the bed, and I’ll bend you over. Let me catch you, and you’ll suck me off and get fucked right then and there.”

Her eyes widened, and glinted with lust. “That sounds like a win-win for me.”

“Me, too. You get three seconds. Go.”

John’s attention switched from chocolate cake to sex just like that. All it took was Siena darting away from him with a sexy, teasing wink thrown back over her shoulder. Her robe flicked outward as she spun around the island, and gave him the briefest peek at the swell of her bare ass.