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He didn’t need much encouragement to get Caterina and the girls here. His obvious infatuation with her has proved useful.

I strip off my clothes and head for the shower. Outside, snow continues falling across the estate.

Not long now before I see Mia again.

And this time, she won’t be able to keep her distance.

Chapter Seventeen

Mialina

Maximo’s mouth crashes against mine, stealing my breath before I can even gasp.

Heat rushes through me, scattering every sensible thought I had. Any of my objections die before they even have a chance to form.

A crisp gust of wind whips through the garden as his hand tightens at my waist, drawing me closer against the hard line of his body.

And oh God, is he hard! I can feel the outline of his cock against me.

The rest of the world blurs until there’s only the pressure of his lips and the thick length of him pressed against my pussy.

My whole body tingles. He slides a hand beneath my shirt, grazing my nipple, and I feel that touch all the way down to my clit. I moan against his lips, wanting more. He cups my breast, circling his thumb over the erect peak.

“Yes,” I sigh. That feels so good!

His other hand strokes over my hip and starts traveling lower.

I need him to touch me. His fingers reach the waistband of my panties and slip beneath it. So close…

My breath catches. I lift into his hand, desperate for the contact.

“Ladies, we’ll begin our descent into Chicago shortly. Please remain seated and make sure your seat belts are fastened.”

I jerk awake.

For a second, I just stare ahead, my heart pounding, before the cabin around me comes back into focus. Cream leather and dark polished wood surround me, and the low hum of the engines vibrates beneath my feet.

Maximo’s plane.

My body is still buzzing as I pull up the cashmere blanket that’s slipped halfway into my lap sometime during the flight.

Great. Apparently crossing the Atlantic on Maximo Marco’s obscenely luxurious private jet has infected my subconscious too.

I drag a hand over my face and stare out the window, feeling frustrated and annoyingly aroused.

Every single night since Mamma announced we were going to Chicago, I’ve dreamed about that arrogant man.

Argh. It was just one kiss.

How can it affect me so much? I bet Maximo isn’t replaying it constantly. Now that thought makes me angry. Stronzo.

I wonder how Isa is getting on with all her kissing. With a little scheming help from me, she managed to stay back in Sicily. She and Sebastian are planning to elope, and by the time we return from Chicago, surprise, she’ll be married.

I have no idea how this will go down, but I’m excited for her. I trust her judgment and I can’t wait to meet my new brother-in-law.

Across from me, Ari stirs beneath a thick layer of blankets, asleep with her headphones half falling off. Mamma sits farther back in the cabin reading something on her tablet, the screen casting a faint glow over her face.

Sienna, meanwhile, watches a movie with suspiciously red eyes that probably mean she’s been crying again over whatever tragic romance she picked this time.