**Victoria’s Point Of View**
I had only five minutes to freshen up. Which was nothing more than grabbing some wipes to clean my thighs, and and washing my hands in the sink. The bathroom is clean, as expected for an establishment run by the Buscamis.
The door opens, and from the mirror, I can see Massimo. His lips are curved, the devilish smirk that seemed to make his handsome features even more handsome.
“Have you come to finish what you started?”
He chuckles, the sound is so deep I feel it over my skin. “You know you placed my hand on your thighs, was I not supposed to touch you?”
I attempted to turn around, but he shook his head. Reaching a hand out to press the base of my spine. “Don’t turn, bambina. I want you to watch us.”
My lips twitched. “We could make a movie?” I suggeste
