“You can’t be serious.” Bobby muttered the words between her lips while she tried to keep her smile. A professional photographer was taking their picture, which would be on the front cover of Sports Illustrated.

Leandro had been dead set against the shoot, but when she found out from Aunt Samantha that it could be used to help boost the Greek public’s confidence in him, Bobby knew she would do whatever it took to get Leandro to agree to the shoot.

Personally, she didn’t get what was wrong with it. All the photographer wanted was for her to have her hair loose while she wore her glasses, a frilly long-sleeved shirt, and a skirt that was well below her knees. Of course, the fact that she had to sit on his lap while he was astride his bike was a little suggestive, but Bobby told herself it was necessary. It was Sports Illustrated, and the more copies sold meant more people in Greece would find out that Leandro Christopoulos was a changed man.

Or at least she hoped that was how it would work out…if they ever did finish the shoot. And that meant she had to convince Leandro not to beat the director into a bloody pulp.

“He’s been looking at you the wrong way,” Leandro said tightly to his one-week-old girlfriend.

“Keep smiling, Leandro,” Mick was saying.

He bared his teeth, hoping the other man would get the message. If Mick ordered him around one more time, that was it. He was going to smack him down.

But Mick did get the message and said hastily, “That’s great.” He returned his attention to Bobby, who was undeniably one of the sexiest women he had ever captured on camera. There was something so incredibly sensual about her, and the fact that she was covered up like a damn nun only made her seem sexier.

“You need to bend forward more and hold the throttle.”

“Don’t,” Leandro gritted.

Bobby ignored it. “Like this?” She held on to the throttle, bending forward, not realizing that it made the scooped neckline of her frilly blouse move lower and reveal more of her ample breasts.

But Leandro realized it, and he stiffened.

Mick forgot all about being careful, his attention zeroing in on the flesh peeking out of Bobby’s blouse. He licked his lips. “Umm, yes, but I think you should…” He moved forward like an entranced zombie.

Leandro struggled to keep an even tone as he whispered to Bobby, “I’m not wearing my glasses, so I can’t see that well. Could you check the crowd and see if any of the other club members are here?”

“Okay.” Bobby looked away and searched the crowd for Leandro’s biker friends.

Mick reached their side. He opened his mouth to speak to Bobby but a wheeze of pain escaped him instead when Leandro Christopoulos suddenly gripped his fingers and crushed them in his hands.

“I’m going to give you only one fair warning, bastard. You do not look at Bobby the wrong way after this. You do not talk to her after this. Whatever you have to say, you tell me. Because if I catch you doing anything you shouldn’t be doing to another man’s woman, it’s your balls I’m going to crush next with a fucking hammer. Do you understand me?”

“Ne,” Mick gasped out.

“I see Kellion and Helios and a few others,” Bobby was saying. She looked at Leandro and was surprised to find that it was the director he had been speaking Greek to. “You’re also Greek?”

Mick mumbled incoherently and put as much distance as he could between him and the couple the moment Leandro released him.

Leandro explained smoothly, “Everyone in the crew is Greek. The family is well known for only working with Greek media.”

“Ah.” She adjusted her position on his lap and froze when something nudged against her. Her head snapped towards him, her gaze incredulous. “Please don’t tell me you’re---”

He said bluntly, “That’s why I wanted you to look for the others. They should take over now before I fuck you in public.”

She could tell Leandro wasn’t joking. “But I don’t think we’re even halfway done!”

Leandro glanced at the director. “Are we done, Mick? The other members of the club are already here.”

Mick’s head bobbed. “Yes sir, we’re done.”

Leandro raised a brow at Bobby. “Satisfied?”

She answered simply, “Where do we have sex?”

He cursed her in Greek even as his entire body shuddered at the way she never hid her desire for him. She was so damn true, so damn real, that each day they spent together, his guilt weighed more heavily on him.

“We’re going,” Leandro said roughly even though his touch was gentle as he scooped her off his lap and lowered her to the ground. After that, he dragged her out of the studio as swiftly as he could while he made a call to his driver.

She blushed when she heard his words. “Not the car again!”

“It’s the only safe and private place we can fuck.”

“But your driver will know---”

“I’ll tell him to park somewhere and leave us be.”

She was still undecided.

He stopped walking. “Do you want to fuck or not?”

When he put it that way…

Bobby muttered, “You know I want to fuck. Kópanos.”

By the time they walked past the studio’s exit doors, Leandro’s driver was already there. “Drive us to the nearest park and leave us there. Keep the engine running. I’ll call you when I need you to drive us again.”

“Yes, sir.”

Leandro opened the passenger door. “In.”

She quickly got in.

When he followed her inside, it was to see that Bobby was already busy wriggling out of her panties. Leandro groaned. “Bobby, dammit.”

She tossed him her silk panties and then regretted it afterwards when he brought it to his face and inhaled.

“Don’t do that,” she wailed.

“I like your scent.”

“Kópanos.”

Leandro smirked. “But you love me being a jerk to you.”

“Shut up.”

“Enough talk, Bobby. Come here. I want to fuck…” He groaned when she knelt in front of him. In moments, she had his cock free and then before he knew what was happening, she was swallowing him whole.

“Bobby, dammit…”

She sucked him harder, her mouth working beautifully on him until his cock was straining into her mouth. Her head started to bob and he gripped her hair.

God, how he loved this girl.

How they started didn’t matter, he told himself fiercely. It was how he felt now that was important, and he loved her with all his heart. That was all Bobby had to know.

Bobby protested when Leandro pulled her up, forcing her to release his cock from her mouth. She pouted at him and Leandro groaned, the look on her face making him want to kiss her.

“You’re no longer just a shrew these days. You’re a witch, too, a stubborn and tempestuous witch who wants to kill me.”

She smiled at him, purring, “I just want to hear you groaning my name.”

He growled, “I’ll groan it all right. But first you’ll scream mine.” And that was when he pulled her down, impaling her with his cock.

She screamed his name. And when he laughed, she beat his rock hard shoulders with her fists even as she welcomed each thrust of his cock. She screamed his name repeatedly after that, her head reeling at the way he pounded into her so hard that each thrust had the car rocking.

He kept his eyes on her the whole time, memorizing every little expression that crossed her face as she screamed his name. And when she finally came, she pushed him to find his own shuddering pleasure, too.

“Bobby.” He groaned her name out as promised.

She collapsed against him, and he shuddered again when he felt Bobby tenderly kissing the side of his neck. It was these little things, the ones that she only allowed him to see when she remained a tough little chick to everyone else, which made Leandro love her even more.

She loved him, and with every little secret she shared only with him, she proved her love over and over again.

He wished he could say the same for himself.