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her under me as I worshipped every part of her sexy body with my hands and my tongue.
    Yeah, I was most definitely a sick bastard. Even thinking those thoughts and knowing that if Sebastiano knew the fucking intimate and dirty thoughts I had, I’d be a dead man. As I stumbled downstairs, I could smell the aroma of Nonna’s zeppole . I wondered if I could sneak one in before she took them out. I fucking loved those things.
    Nonna was still in the kitchen cleaning up when I came up behind her and snuck one behind her back. I saw everyone outside through the window and watched as Sebastiano held Sierra around the waist and pulled her close. He kissed her like no one was watching, not that he gave a shit who saw him mouth-fuck his wife.
    “Riccardo!” Nonna yelled. “Don’t think I didn’t see you take one of my zeppole . I have eyes everywhere you know. I see everything, Riccardo.”
    What the fuck did she mean by that? What did she see? What did she know? No way did she know about me hungering for Lorena. Only Stefano knew and that was only because I was drunk and completely incoherent one night.
    “Riccardo,” Nonna called out.
    I tensed but turned around. Nonna was a schemer; she had a sixth sense when it came to me and Lorena. I was pretty sure she had something brewing. As long as it didn’t involve Lorena, I was fine. Avoiding her was the smart thing to do. It wasn’t what I wanted, but I had to do it. If I saw her, I talked to her briefly, but if she so much as touched me, I ignited. If I saw anyone else touch her or talk to her, a deep ache appeared in my chest. I would never allow her to be hurt by anyone, because deep down, I knew she was mine and always would be.
    Unfortunately, I couldn’t have her. She wasn’t mine. Never would be. Sebastiano wasn’t stupid. He knew Lorena was infatuated with me, but he had no clue about my real feelings for his daughter. Just thinking about her being in this kitchen cooking zeppole was getting me hard in seconds. In fact, I was fucking rock hard just by thinking about her. And damn, I was getting a hard-on thinking about what I could do with all that icing sugar if I ever got Lorena alone.
    “Riccardo, are you listening to me? We need more beer. You need to get some more. It’s hot and people are drinking it by the gallon.”
    “Sure, you need me to go out and get some?” I asked, not that I’d be able to drive in my condition.
    “No, there is no need for that. There is plenty in the cellar. Ci vediamo fuori .”
    “Sure, Nonna , no problem. I’ll be out there soon.”
    “Take your time.”

CHAPTER SIX
    LORENA
    Where the hell was the icing sugar? This cellar was no ordinary cellar. It was like a goddamn minimart. My father had supplies of everything down here. I was surprised we even needed to venture out to the shops to purchase groceries. It was insane. I couldn’t recall it looking this well stocked the last time I was down here, but that was a few months back.
    I scanned every shelf, and of course, the icing sugar happened to be on the highest one. Damn. I hated climbing ladders. But, for the love of zeppole , I was climbing. I positioned the stepladder against the metal shelves and was reaching for the bag, barely grazing it with my fingertips when I felt the stepladder wobble. Shit! I almost had the icing sugar in my hand.
    "What the fuck are you doing on that ladder, Lorena?" It was dark at the top of the stairs and I couldn't make out who it was, but I didn't need to. I knew that voice. That voice sent chills down my spine and made my heart flutter a thousand beats a minute.
    Riccardo.
    "It's dangerous. Get the fuck down," he ordered.
    "I could ask you the exact same thing. But at least I'm dressed." My mouth watered at the sight of him. Sweaty, sexy and totally sinful. He was shirtless and wearing sweatpants, which were riding low on his hips. God, that chest. I held onto the shelf for balance, trying not to wobble the stepladder any more than I