Page 45 of The Godfather’s Christmas Twins

He laughs. “You’re very interested in this, aren’t you?”

I bite my lower lip, feeling embarrassed by my fascination.

“No, I don’t normally watch porn. Mostly, I think about… well… sexy stuff.”

“Who do you fantasize about?”

He studies me for a moment, like he isn’t sure he wants to answer. I’m not sure I want to hear. It’s probably a movie star or a dancer at the casino. “You.”

My eyes widen. “Me?”

“Usually. How perverted is that?” He starts to pull away, but I hold him close.

“Why would it be perverted?”

“You know why.”

“If I touch myself, I’ll think of you. You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel good. Is that perverted?”

“Freud might think so.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re ruining the moment, Max.”

He gives me a wan smile. “Sorry.” He moves, reaches his hand between us. “I need to take care of this.” He rolls away, removing the condom. “I’ll be right back.”

I lie in his bed for a moment feeling uncertain. Did I say the wrong thing? Is this just him coming back to reality? Whatever it is, the moment is gone. I rise from bed and gather my clothes.

“Where are you going?” Max re-enters the bedroom from the bathroom. Looking at his naked form makes me hot all over again.

“I should get back to my room. If the kids wake up…” The last thing I need is Daniella getting up again and finding me like this with Max. I don’t know how I’d explain it to her. And who knows if she’d say something in front of Nic.

“How was your trip with Uncle Max?” Nic asks.

“Fun, but Mommy and Max were naked.”

Yeah, that might not go over well.

I go to put on my blouse but realize my buttons are strewn on the floor.

“Sorry. I’ll buy you a new one.” Max grabs a robe hanging outside the bathroom door. “Here. Wear this.” He helps me into it, and then he slips on sweatpants and a T-shirt.

I start out the door, and Max follows me. “Where are you going?”

“I’m walking you back to your room.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I’m a gentleman.” He gives me a grin, and I’m glad the heaviness of before is gone.

“Worried the kids will catch me doing the walk of shame?”

“Nah, I just want another look at your ass.” His gaze drops down to my backside as he walks behind me.

We reach my bedroom, and I’m caught off guard by how sweet this little gesture is. I wish it could mean something. But this isn’t love. It isn’t even a relationship beyond friends with benefits.

He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss is gentle, nothing like the heated exchanges we shared in his bedroom, but it holds a sweetness that makes my chest ache for more.

I pull back first, my hand lingering on his chest. "Goodnight, Max."