Page 86 of Alessio

And loved every second, too.

Corrado’s thumb came up to wipe at Ginevra’s lower lip while Alessio’s fingertips danced along the column of her throat. Distracting and enticing. All of it—both. She didn’t know which way to turn, so she settled herself on enjoying both.

Besides, wasn’t that what they should do?

Sticking the tip of his thumb between his lips, Corrado sucked the bit of cheesecake off, and shrugged. “Tastes better coming off you, undoubtedly.”

“Well, thanks.” Ginevra took the fork from him and stabbed it into the cheesecake for another bite. “Now, what’s the teachable lesson, again?”

Corrado laughed, tossing his head back as he did so. On the other side of her, Alessio hummed a low, sexy sound.

“Never ever feel guilty about doing something you enjoy,” Corrado said, leaning in close enough for her to see those gold flakes in his irises. “Be it food, fucking, or living. You’re only going to be on this earth once, Ginevra.”

“Better enjoy it,” Alessio agreed.

They had a point.

“Here.”

Corrado took the jacket Alessio held out, already turning to help Ginevra slip it on. September in Toronto was mild, but the sky had darkened, and he didn’t want her getting cold between The Clubhouse, and the car.

Ginevra smiled sweetly back at him when he placed the blazer over her shoulders—Alessio didn’t give a shit he had to give it up for her. God knew the man would much rather be in a leather jacket, anyway.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Always, mia cara.”

Corrado pressed a kiss to the middle of her forehead, enjoying her fingertips drifting over his unshaven jawline with a tender touch. A few feet away, a couple waited with the girl who manned The Clubhouse’s entrance, never allowing entrance to someone who didn’t have the credentials to enter. Corrado didn’t care who came in and out of these doors most of the time. Usually, he never noticed.

This time he did because the woman dressed in deep red continued to glance back at the three while they waited for their turn to take their leave. People stared at him and Alessio, anyway … maybe it was the vibes they gave off, or someone liked the way they looked. Either way, he didn’t mind it.

Right now was not quite the same.

He didn’t like someone staring at Ginevra at all. Especially not when she didn’t notice they were doing it because she was far more concerned with him and Alessio.

Call it instinct …

Whatever.

He didn’t like it.

Corrado arched a brow at the woman over Ginevra’s shoulder where she couldn’t see him do it. The woman saw it clear as day, however.

Which was the damn point?

At his stare, challenging her to continue watching them, she was quick to look away, but not before rolling her eyes.

Fuck it.

As long as she stopped staring.

“Do you want me to hold on to this, sweetheart?”

Alessio waved Ginevra’s small clutch, and she shrugged, taking it from him when he offered it to her.

“Is Camden around?” the man at the podium asked the woman manning the entrance.

“He is,” she said. “In his office.”