Page 39 of The Taste of Deceit

“Sex?”

“Baby Girl.”

“Sex.”

I point toward the floor.

“Your parents are downstairs.”

She nods.

“Mhm.”

“They could hear you.”

“You think they believe we’re playing Scrabble every night?”

I snort before I can stop myself.

“Probably not.”

“Definitely not.”

She watches me for another second before a grin slowly spreads across her face.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Luca.”

I sigh.

“I’m a little flustered.”

She beams like she’s just won something before sliding both hands up my chest and kissing me again.

I kiss her back, my hands finding her waist, but after a few seconds I force myself to pull away.

“Baby Girl…”

“Hmm?”

“Your parents are downstairs.”

“They are.”

“And we’re in your childhood bedroom.”

She smiles innocently.

“We are.”

I narrow my eyes.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”