Arabella

I merely smiled at him.

His fingers brushed against my crotch, and his lips curled into a smirk. “It’s a fountain here, baby…”

I blushed hard and lowered my eyes. “I want to moan your real name when you pleasure me…” Even I didn’t believe I had said it out loud.

Of course, it was more than that. If I was in love with the man, I needed to know his name at least.

Love? What a strange word, but it was true. I was in love with my bodyguard. I was in love with Leonardo Moretti.

He grinned; that beautiful smile that made me weak in the knees....