ERICAThe morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the master suite, but Andrew didn't let me leave the bed right away. He played with my body just as he wanted, his broad hands, his warm lips, exploring every inch of me. My breast and my clitoris were his to play with, and I enjoyed every single bit of the time with him. Every touch sent electricity shooting straight to my core.Then, while his thumb gently wiped a stray strand of hair from my cheek, he looked straight into my eyes."Erica," he murmured, his voice low and soft. "I'm sorry for yelling at you last night about that glass. I was tense, but I shouldn't have raised my voice."My heart melted. Lord Andrew, the feared twenty-eight-year-old mafia lord, was apologizing to me. If this is not love, then tell me what it is.Later that afternoon, his sleek black sports car pulled up right in front of my small, worn-down house. As I stepped out of the passenger side, I froze. Jessica and Annabel were standing right by my
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