His Dirty Little Secret
Cassidy's POV
The steam from the shower enveloped us like a secret veil, turning the massive marble bathroom into our own private steam room high above the bustling city. Dante's hand was firm in mine as he led me inside, the glass doors sliding shut behind us with a soft hiss that sealed us away from the world. Water cascaded from the rainfall showerhead, hot and insistent, mirroring the pulse still thrumming through my veins from our kitchen encounter. My legs were jelly, every step a reminder of how thoroughly he'd undone me—twice—before the day had even properly begun. But the ache was sweet, addictive, a badge of the passion we'd unleashed.
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