But I hadn’t expected my father to find a new husband for me so quickly, and I definitely hadn’t expected my new husband to be Dante – The Boss – Cavallaro.Īntonio’s funeral had taken place only nine months ago, which made my new engagement teeter on the brink of inappropriateness. My father had made his standpoint clear the moment my first husband Antonio had been buried. Slowly he wrapped an arm around me and rested his palm flat against my lower back. Dante’s eyes flashed as he looked down at me. The pressure between my legs was almost unbearable. The rough material of his business suit rubbed deliciously against my sensitive nipples and I let out a small moan. I bridged the remaining distance between us and curled my fingers over his strong shoulders, pressing my naked body against his front. It wasn’t much, but enough to embolden me. He didn’t reach for me but I thought I detected the hint of desire in his eyes. I shivered with need and excitement when he stopped in front of me. He pressed his lips together, jaw locked, and walked toward me.

“No,” he said sharply, something angry and possessive breaking through his perfect mask. If Dante didn’t react to that, then I didn’t know what else to do. No, I knew I couldn’t go through with it, but this act of provocation was my last option. Would you prefer if I found a lover who relieved you of the burden to touch me?” I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. His gaze was almost something physical, like a ghost touch on my naked skin. He didn’t move, but his eyes slid down to my erect nipples. “Of course, you are.” There was the hint of something I couldn’t place in his voice. His gaze lingered on the apex of my thighs slightly longer than on the rest of my body and a small burst of hope filled me. My nipples hardened in the cool air of his office but I didn’t close my silk bathrobe, despite the overwhelming urge to cover myself against Dante’s cold scrutiny. His blue eyes wandered over my exposed body. For once, he didn’t pretend I was invisible.

He didn’t move closer but he was looking at me. Tension radiated off of him when he turned around to me. I think I deserve at least that small decency, Dante.” Subscribe to Cora’s newsletter to find out about her next books, bonus content and giveaways! ( )Ĭover design by Romantic Book Affairs Design All names, characters, businesses, events and places are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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