His Dirty Little Secret
“Burn it all away—the wedding, the lies, everything but us.”
He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me as he pulled me under the spray. The water hit us like a torrent, hot enough to sting at first, then soothing as it cascaded over our skin. I tilted my head back, letting it drench my hair, wash away the remnants of our passion. Dante’s hands were on me immediately—gentle this time, exploratory rather than demanding. He reached for the bottle of body wash on the shelf, squeezing a generous amount into his palm. The scent of sandalwood and citrus filled the air, masculine and intoxicating, just like him.
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