Page 28 of His Housekeeper's Twin Baby Confession
He’d been having sex for years. Since well before he should have. And in all that time his first experience still stood out as being the moment that had blown his mind. Thanks to a very experienced older lover who had promptly dumped him once she’d taken the innocence of the legendary Linden heir. One of Massimo’s first lessons in reality.
Since that first time sex had been pleasurable, yes, but never transcendent.
What had happened just now...hadbeen transcendent. And he couldn’t understand it.
From the moment he’d started to undress Carrie his brain had fused with white heat, and it was only returning to some semblance of normality now.
He felt drunk. Drunk on an overload of pleasure.
He turned his head and looked at her. She was asleep, curled on one side, facing him. Hair spread in a tangle around her head and on the pillow. Hands up under her chin in a curiously childlike gesture.
But the shape of her mouth, still swollen from his kisses, mitigated any childish gesture and was a reminder of how adult she was.
Massimo didn’t have transcendent sex. He didn’tneedtranscendent sex. He didn’t need to transcend anything. That was why the Linden family fortune was still intact. Growing. Thriving. Precisely because, unlike his parents and his brother, he kept his feet firmly on the ground.
He’d never had the luxury of that kind of self-indulgence. From an early age he’d always known that he had to be the one to keep a clear head.
A memory came back out of nowhere. The housekeeper from Linden Hall—one of the few people in Massimo’s life who had been a consistent benevolent presence. During one particularly chaotic party weekend at the hall he and his brother had been in the kitchen. She’d taken him aside and said, ‘You don’t have to live like this, Massimo. One day this will all pass to you and it’ll be yours to keep. You can do things differently.’
Massimo could remember looking at his brother, who’d only been about ten, playing with toy cars on the other side of the kitchen while loud music still thumped upstairs. He’d seen his brother stop playing and look up with a yearning expression on his face, and he could remember vowing in that moment never to disrespect his legacy. To protect his brother from the excesses of their parents.
He’d managed to keep one promise at least.
A familiar hollow ache made his chest tight.
He pushed the memories aside.
Not now.
He looked at the woman beside him. For the first time in his life he wanted more than just a transitory meaningless encounter that left him momentarily satisfied but dissatisfied again within hours. He knew that he wouldn’t feel dissatisfied after this. He would feel even hungrier. It was already building inside him—the clawing urge to join his body with hers again and seek oblivion.
He’d never wanted that with another woman. He’d always been happy to walk away.
Maybe this was what his parents and his brother had chased? This pull of pure pleasure? Maybe now it was his turn to indulge?
Carrie stirred on the bed. She opened her eyes a crack. Then a little more. She looked deliciously tousled. Sleepy.Sexy. Massimo sat back against the pillow. His body was already stirring. Again.
She came up on one elbow. She looked shy. ‘We’re still in your room...’
‘You’re very fixated on where we are.’
This was new territory for Massimo. Lingering in bed with a lover. But he found that his desire for Carrie was drowning out any concerns he should be heeding.
She pulled the sheet up over her body. He wanted to pull it back down. Put her on her back. Slide between her legs again. He gritted his jaw.
‘I can go to my own room...’ she said.
‘Do you want to go to your own room?’
‘Maybe I...should?’
‘That’s not answering my question.’
A flare of something made her eyes glow bright green. A flash of the personality that she usually hid. Massimo found it mesmerising.
She sat up, pulling the sheet over her chest. ‘You don’t do this.’
‘As you keep telling me.’
