Page 20 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

“The fucker is just biding his time.”

“Until he makes a real move, it’s too risky.”

“You’re right. And I can’t keep Sam on lockdown. You just have to be her shadow, Dante.”

Thought I already was. Is he saying he wants me to spendmoretime with Samantha?

“I’m going out of town for a week. I’ll be checking the cameras here, making sure everything’s on the up and up, but I trust you to keep her safe.”

Great.Perfect.

Elio leaves in a couple of hours and I head downstairs, sitting on the couch and flipping on the television to something mindless. There’s nothing to do but wait.

Samantha comes down the stairs wearing a pair of tight yoga shorts and a sports bra, her skin dewy like she’s just been to the gym or freshly showered or both. “Papa already leave?”

“About an hour ago.”

She nods. “I told him to take his time. I’m not going out this week.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re not?”

She grins. “Yeah. Gonna stop giving you grey hairs. Sofia and Reese can come over here if they want to see me.”

It does make my muscles relax that she won’t be trying to sneak out the whole time Elio is gone.

“Gonna go out to the pool for a while, do some laps,” she says, and then treks back upstairs. I don’t think much of it until she pads back downstairs, wearing a barely-there string bikini.

“No,” I say before I can stop myself. She laughs out loud.

“No? You don’t like the bikini?”

“Doesn’t matter if I like it.”

She smirks. “You’re right. It doesn’t. Because I’m going to wear what I want.” Samantha brushes past me and I groan inwardly, following her out to the pool. “You could get in, if you wanted.”

“Don’t have any trunks.”

“Underwear works just as well.” She sits at the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in.

“There’s cameras everywhere. Your father will see.”

“See what? You taking a dip in the pool? He won’t care.” She pauses. “Besides, you think I’ve lived here twenty-five years and don’t know where the camera gaps are?” She points to the corner of the pool. “Camera can’t see there because of the angle.”

“Still doesn’t mean I wanna get wet.’

She pouts up at me. “Come on, Dante. Live a little.”

I can’t fucking resist that pout. I walk over, checking to see that she’s right—the cameras have a gap here about twenty feet wide. I shuck off my clothes and slip into the water. She swims over to me and I’m careful to stay in the gap.

Samantha wraps her hands around my neck and my throat goes dry. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Samantha.”

“I’m just treading water. You’re the tall one. I can’t stand at this depth.”

I reach down to grab her waist, holding her up in the water. She presses her lips to mine.

I groan into her mouth as her tongue slides past mine, her legs going around my waist. I can feel her core hot against my belly and my dick stands up against her stomach.

Then she pulls away, teasing, splashing me. I splash her back, grinning, and she yelps and goes under, sputtering as she comes back up.