“Fuck, Drea. Do that again.”
I didn’t stop to ask if he was serious. Instead, I sent another stinging slap across his other cheek. He growled in appreciation. The sound echoing through the stall, coupled with his pounding, sent me over the edge. I threw my head back with a scream.
Leo continued pounding into me as my walls clenched around him. With a long groan, he came flooding into me.
The next thing I knew, applause rang out in the bathroom. No longer in the moment, I died of mortification while Leo only chuckled.
“Ass,” I muttered.
He eased me down on my feet. When he started to put my thong back on, I said, “Ew, it’s been on the bathroom floor.”
“It’s either that or I’m dripping down your legs as we walk out of here.”
“Fine. At least turn it inside out.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
While I readjusted my dress, he put his slackened cock back in his pants and zipped up. When we opened the stall door, our audience awaited us. With cheeky smiles and wagging brows, they serenaded us with frat boy banter.
At the door, Leo turned around with a wicked grin. In Sicilian, he said, “You can tell everyone that Leoandro Neretti not only runs New York, but he fucks like a god.”
The mention of the Neretti name silenced the leering and nasty comments. Leo’s dark eyes narrowed. “This time I’ll let it slide, but you’llneverdisrespect my wife like that again. I can promise if you don’t watch your mouth in her presence, I’ll personally cut your tongue out.”
And with those parting words, we exited the bathroom. “Wow, that was some big dick energy back there,” I mused.
Leo threw his head back with a laugh. “If you got it, flaunt it.”
“You were serious though, weren’t you?”
“About cutting out tongues?”
I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
“Of course I was.” He arched his brows. “After all, it beats losing their cock.”
Shivering, I replied, “I can’t imagine that side of you.”
“You don’t have to because you’ll never see it.”
Thinking of my own deceit, I asked, “What if I betrayed you? Would I see that side?”
A dark look flashed in Leo’s eyes. “I can’t even bear to imagine that.”
“Right. Me neither.”
He smiled. “Come on. Let’s see if Maeve and Rafe are still on the dance floor or if they’ve snuck off somewhere like we did.”
“Okay,” I replied.
And once again, the shadow of my deceit had put a damper on an amazing night.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: DREA
After a week on the beach, I was ready to come home. Or at least to my new home in New York. My things had already been sent to Rafe’s apartment, so Leo just arranged for them to be brought to ours.
It didn’t take me long to settle in. I really like Leo’s apartment. Considering it was bigger than a lot of houses, it felt strange calling it an apartment. Leo gave me freedom to decorate, but at the moment, I was too overwhelmed with school to think about it.
Since Maeve had to finish up classes in Dublin, she wasn’t home through the week. She came over on the weekends, or Rafe would go to her. After two weeks in New York, Leo had even taken us to Dublin to visit. Since I’d barely been out of Philadelphia, I loved seeing Ireland.