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I look up. "Your mother tells me you've been reading a lot." He nods toward the book I'd left on the kitchen counter when I came down — Finn and Fiona, face up. "What is it?" I got the hardcover on the way here. "Just a novel," I say. He reaches over and picks it up before I can say anything else, which is a small violation presented as casual interest. He looks at the cover. Something crosses his face, there and gone. "Romance," he says.

book to a specific page I had marked and handed it to him. "Just read." I watched Lorenzo's reaction, which went from a frown to eyes wide in shock. "What?... is this a p**n book?" "It's not a p**n book," Andrea said in a reprimanding tone. "It's The Señorita!" I said in an admiring sigh followed by Andrea. "This book is about a romance between a Spanish cook and a lady of the aristocracy! A forbidden romance between a rich lady and a commoner! Ahhh..." I sighed. "The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!"

He crooned the crude word, watching her flush with arousal. “Francis,” she whispered. “Both… I love both.” “Then take it off.” He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her, his groan one of pure appreciation. “Now.” When she fumbled with the zipper, her hands trembling, he lost patience. He grabbed the neckline and with one brutal, precise motion, tore the dress open from collar to waist. The sound of rending fabric was obscenely erotic. He peeled the ruined garment from her shoulders, revealing a bra of antique lace the color of her skin. He traced a path from the hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, over the gentle swell of her stomach.

My legs instinctively pressed together, my wetness soaking me through my panties. "It's called tribbing or scissoring." A girl said from beside me, making me jerk harshly. "You startled me." Chuckling, I placed my hand on my chest. She smiled, placing her hand on my thigh, rubbing it there smoothly. "Sorry purple." "Purple?" "Your dress." She remarked. "It's purple." She raised her hand to my face, pushing a tendril of hair to the back of my ear. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

Cara inquired. "Well, Mr. Leonardo is good-looking, and I'm sure his son is as well." Tanya spoke dreamily. "Right? "Perhaps he's single and looking for a partner," Cara joked. "Jeez! Stop dreaming, girls! Didn't you hear what Ms. Lalaine said? He had just come from Canada. He probably already has a girlfriend there. Or perhaps he already has a fiancee." Vincent interrupted, ruining their fantasies. While they continued to discuss their new boss, Chase wondered what Liam Chevalier looked like. Whatever he looked like, Chase just hoped to have a good relationship with his new boss.

It was Damian, wearing only his white shirt, and stood with his arms folded by the door as he watched us both. “You’re here to do your job, not throw compliments at my wife,” Damian scolded. Fabio seemed taken aback but bowed slightly to apologize. The smile quickly vanished from my face. “All done,” Fabio said. “How do I look, Fabio?” I asked, and Fabio kissed his hand to gesture how beautiful I was. I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, which obviously was me just trying to test Damian’s patience. Fabio had arranged my hair into a neat low bun with a lacy bow. “Ciao, sweetie,”

She questioned. "First love?" "Rebecca." "How long it lasted?" "Two years." Now it was her turn to tease him. "Ohohoho. You were pretty serious about Sister-in-law huh?" Reno frowned at the thought, What was she his sister. There was no way he was going to make her his sister. if better he wanted something else from her. "What sister-in-law? You are not my sister. I don't have a sister Moreover I don't even want to have a sister like you."

she grumbled, rubbing her temples as if I had given her a headache with my story. I shrugged, “I didn’t want to make you worry - and I know how much I had lectured you about staying away from Fabio because he is a Castello, and now look.” Giulia laughed prettily. “And now you’re the one lusting after a Castello. Is he as disfigured as they say?” I shook my head and fought the blush which threatened to spill out onto my cheeks. “He’s got a scar across his eye, but it makes him look rugged. The sort of man you want to stare at all day just because he looks like a work of art.”

Fabiano said suddenly, shattering the suffocating silence. He blew a stream of hot cigar smoke across my bare arm, making me shiver. “You do know Vince is probably scouring the earth for her right now, right?” Luca’s eyes were locked on Fabiano like a hawk’s—unwavering. Fabiano hummed. Then he leaned in to place a soft kiss on my nape. I squirmed as goosebumps rippled across my skin. “Of course. She means the universe to him. But he knows better than to be reckless. Otherwise, I’ll—” He made a clicking sound with his tongue as he lifted the barrel against my neck.

Cristiano’s glare was cold, his tone laced with menace, leaving no room for doubt. “Why are you doing this?” Fabio asked, his eyes helpless and pleading. He loved Siena so much, and losing her forever would tear his heart apart. “None of your business,” was Cristiano’s only reply as he snatched the passport from Fabio’s lap and shoved it hard into his chest, forcing him to take it. Fabio took it. He had no choice. But in his mind, he made a decision of his own, and his eyes gleamed with dark determination as he kept staring at the papers in his hand.