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“I’d like to do more,” I admit as I run my fingers over him. His dick is already swelling, and I marvel at the way it gets harder beneath my fingertips—and still he’s doing push-ups with me on his back, up and down, up and down.

“Could you do sit-ups while I’m riding your cock?”

He collapses onto the ground, laughing, and I climb off his back, letting him roll over.

“You want to kill me, Bianca?”

“I tried on the stairs that first day. You’re basically indestructible.”

“First do no harm. Isn’t that what they say on the medical shows?”

“That’s technically just for doctors.” I grin at him, rolling onto my side so I can trace his lips, his stubbled cheeks. “What do you say, Giovanni? For the moment, the nonnas are watching Golden Girls, but we don’t have much time.”

“Upstairs,” he says. “The last thing I need is for my grandmother to walk in on us and think I’m an even bigger pervert.”

“Race you up the stairs?” I ask, already getting to my feet to give myself a head start.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

GIOVANNI

I let her win.

I let her win because I want to see that victorious look on her face she always gets when she comes out ahead—and also because I want to watch her as she runs up those stairs.

She’s a sight for sore eyes—and a sore soul.

I slink up the stairs behind her, and she turns to me when she reaches the top landing, eyes glittering with her victory.

“Did all those push-ups wear you out, big guy?” she jests.

“Not in the least,” I say, maintaining my slow, easy pace up the stairs so I can keep enjoying the view of her at the top.

I enjoy the sight even more when she decides to gift me with a striptease, first pulling off the orchard shirt to reveal her bra—black lace, of course. That comes off next, and she swings it around her finger as she turns the corner, heading to my room, hopefully.

Her brother’s room, I remind myself darkly.

Is it bad luck to fuck Miles’s sister in his bedroom? Surely it’s not what he had in mind when he suggested that Nonna and I come here. I have no doubt he’d be pissed off if he finds out what we’ve been up to.

But right now, here, it’s hard to care.

Haven’t I done everything Miles wanted me to? I’m trying to take care of the farm, as well as I can. To take care of his family. And I need Bianca right now. I need her with an intensity that I’ve rarely ever allowed myself to need anyone or anything.

I trail after her, and part of me is relieved to see she’s at her own door, beckoning me with the finger with her bra hanging from it. Her gorgeous, ruby-tipped tits are on full display.

I’m a lucky man to be allowed this sight—to be allowed access to this side of Bianca. Funny and playful and deliciously fucking naughty.

“This time I’m invited inside?” I ask, my voice husky and deep. “What a privilege.”

“I need to make sure you keep up with your workouts,” she says, stepping inside and waiting for me to enter.

I stalk into the room, my eyes fixed on hers, and dip my head to brush my lips and then my teeth over one of those rosy, delicious nipples. She swears and I smile as I close the door behind me.

“Thank you,” I say. “I was just thinking to myself that I need a personal trainer to keep myself in line, and Sir Gala-Head hasn’t been providing the motivation I need.”

“I’m happy to step up,” she says, pulling off her leggings. I eagerly watch the show, and when she’s done, her whole body bare for me, she sashays toward me and tugs the hem of my shirt up, running her fingers over the band of skin she’s revealed.

It feels impossibly good, and I lean my head back and let the feeling skate over me as she pushes her palms upward against my bare flesh, the shirt hiking up.