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I burst out laughing. "Oh, that is the biggest load of crap I've ever heard."

"It's true," he says, trying to look serious. "Ask anyone."

"Anyone except your three brothers, you mean."

He grins. "Right."

"Or your sons."

"Definitely not them."

"Or anyone who has ever spent more than five minutes in your presence."

"All right, all right," he concedes, laughter still in his eyes. "You've made your point." He shifts again, and I sigh. "We need to get up."

"No," I whine, tightening my arms and legs around him.

"We need to shower." He gives me a hard kiss before pulling away and sliding out of me to stand on the side of the bed. The loss is immediate and jarring, and I can't help the little whimper that escapes me. "I don't think it would be a good idea if we showed up like this."

I bite my lip and run my hands up my body to cup my breasts while spreading my legs nice and wide for him to see my pussy, still wet and filled with him.

"What's wrong with this?" I purr.

Lorenzo's eyes darken, and his cock twitches. I pinch my nipples, then rub them slowly. He watches me with a look that says I'm playing with fire.

Frankly, I wouldn't mind being burned.

"Donatella," he warns.

God, I love when he says my name like that. All authoritative and growly.

I'm already sliding my hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs.

"What's wrong?" I say, all innocence, as I slide a finger through my folds, gathering our combined wetness and swirling it around my clit. "I'm just getting cleaned up.”

Lorenzo's eyes go nearly black with desire. I gasp, as much from the pleasure of my own hand as from the look in his eyes.

He's going to make me regret this. I know he is.

I can't fucking wait.

It takes about three more seconds before he snaps.

He lunges at me, and I gasp in shock as he grabs me and hauls me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.

"Lorenzo!" I shriek, half laughing, half genuinely surprised, still very much aroused, as he starts toward the bathroom. He smacks my ass hard, and the sound echoes through the bathroom. "That's going to leave a mark, you bastard."

"You're damn right it is," he growls. "That's how you'll remember what happens when you tease me."

"I thought you liked it when I teased you."

"I do," he admits as he sets me down in the shower. "Now, it's time for you to admit you like it when I punish you for it."

My eyes go wide as I realize I'm about to get exactly what I've been baiting him to do. I love it when he takes control, when he gets a little rough, when he reminds me he can overpower me whenever he wants to.

But I can't just give in. That would be no fun at all.

"I thought you said we don't have time for that. We have to get to your brother's house."