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I’ve been fantasizing about him since our evening and knowing he’s my boss isn’t going to make it easy for me. “So? Our boss is handsome.” Roxanne takes me out of my erotic moment, I look at her. “What?” “Mr. Carter, is he handsome?” “He is downright sexy you mean?” “Are you still not going to fantasize about him?” “Too late, I’m already fantasizing about him,” I whispered.

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Maxwell and Damon left the event along with Luciana. Damon started the engine and drove his car wildly. He wanted to reach his house as soon as possible. While driving he removed his tie breathing heavily. Luciana finally succeeded in calming herself but her concern for Damon didn't fade away. He was breathing heavily while his hands on the steering wheel were also shaking. They reached the house and Damon instantly ran inside and didn't even glance at Luciana. But Luciana also ran behind Damon in concern. It was almost like he was running away from her. Like he was hiding from her.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

The VIP section overlooked the entire circuit — rows of polished cars lined up below, glinting under the sun like a rainbow of speed. I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. “You like cars?” Katarina shrugged. “I like fast things.” I smirked. “That can be dangerous.” She tilted her head. “So are you.” Fiorella rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t paying her attention. “Don’t start flirting at a car race, please. It’s tacky.” “Everything you touch is tacky,” I said. Her smile tightened. “You’ve forgotten your manners.”

Francesca hollered, sauntering towards Joan, Joan couldn't help but marvel at her aunt's beauty, wavy blonde hair, stunning green eyes, and tall athletic body. "you are a sight for sore eyes, Fran," Joan said pulling her in for a hug, Francesca never let Joan call her aunt, she argued it made her feel old. "And yes, I have missed you." "Oh don't get too soulful on me," Francesca muttered pulling away from the hug. "Come on, the car's parked this way," Francesca took Joan's suitcase and led her to her car, a 2020 Hyundai Tucson SUV. "So did you find anything?" Joan asked as Francesca put the car in drive.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

I’m here inside the car waiting for Wence to come because i need him. I need the warmth from his body that giving me, I can’t get over from this warmth. When Wence arrived inside the car he immediately kiss me, thank god that i park my car far from houses. His kiss are making me want more of him, I feel my body is burning up in sensation that his touch gave me. “I want you inside me” i seductively said and he ripped my dress and removed my bra he start sucking my breast like it’s producing milk, He looks like a baby that craving for milk.