The Don’s Blind Indulgence
When I pushed open the oakwood door to the manor’s study, I never expected to walk into such a scene.
Juliana was sprawled across the desk, her posture leaving little to the imagination.
As if not R-rated enough, her mini dress was pulled up to her waist, and her black lace clung to her thigh, barely covering her modesty.
She looked back with a smile.
“Alessia, my back is acting up again. Matteo’s just helping me out.”
Matteo, my husband and a Don, rose to his feet, a tube of ointment in hand.
He didn’t look like someone who had been caught out. “She couldn’t reach her back, so I thought I ought to lend a hand.”
Matteo grabbed the dressing and pressed the gauze against her skin
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