Page 166 of Alessio

He loved it.

Ginevra’s hand on his shoulder grabbed harder, those nails of hers scoring lines across his skin as she came with a broken cry. He didn’t catch that one with a kiss like he had the others, but he didn’t mind.

He’d needed that.

It made him come, too.

Corrado followed close behind.

Alessio saw stars, his breath gone as one by one, each of them stilled. He wasn’t sure which one trembled, but it echoed in his bones. Ginevra fell forward, her forehead pressing against his chest as Corrado leaned over her to press a line of kisses up her spine. Gaze lifted, Alessio met Corrado’s stare as their still-woven fingers squeezed together again.

“Chamomile, right?” Alessio asked.

Ginevra hummed a sweet sound. “What?”

“That’s the tea you like before bed. They have some in the mansion, I’ll go get you some and bring it back, hmm?”

“It is, but—”

“And a warm bath,” Corrado added.

Ginevra sighed. “Is it spoiling me time now?”

Alessio chuckled.

Corrado smirked at him.

“For the rest of your life,” Alessio said, “if that’s what you want.”

Ginevra made that happy, pleased hum again. “It is.”

“Then, that’s what you get,” Corrado murmured.

Almost two months later …

“Greta?”

“What?”

Ginevra peeked over at her sister in the passenger seat of the SUV. Behind the wheel, she couldn’t take her eyes off the road for too long, but all she needed was that quick look to know Greta was more interested in whatever she was looking at on her social media stream than whatever her older sister had to say.

“Could you come back to the real world for a second?”

Greta sighed, but set the phone down. “Better?”

“Slightly. Last day of classes before Christmas break, so try to make the best of it, and not get too bored. Also, did you finish that essay last night that you needed to hand in?”

“Yes.”

“Last night at one in the morning,” Giulia grumbled in the back seat.

“At least I did it.”

“I could hear you clicking keys through the wall.”

Ginevra focused her attention on the horrible traffic in front and wondered why she didn’t just send the girls to their school in a fucking cab. She didn’t remember bickering with her sisters as much as the other two did. Oh, she loved them to death, to be sure. Sometimes, they still got on her last nerve.

Especially when she was running late for her extra college class, had gotten halfway through her coffee that morning, and hadn’t seen either of her men in two weeks. Ginevra needed a hell of a lot of things and listening to her sisters fight was not one.