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His gaze is smoldering, and it makes me knees go weak.
Just a bit of harmless fun.
Right?
As I struggle to contain the blush that has spread across my cheeks like wildfire, I’m not quite sure anymore.
I might just be falling for him, and the thought terrifies me.
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ENZO
"Didyoumanagetogo over the reports I emailed you?" Valentino's face appears on my laptop screen.
We're finishing up a meeting that I couldn't make it in person for.
"Not yet. I'll look over them as soon as I can."
"Dad, I sent them over four days ago. What's gotten into you? You're usually on top of things."
He’s right, but I’ve been busy enjoying myself this past week. Except, I'm not ready to tell him about Quinn and me just yet.
"I'm giving you a chance to handle things in my place so you know what's it like when I eventually hand over the reins to you."
I can tell he doesn't buy my excuse completely, but he doesn't push.
"If you say so. We're still waiting for the results from the lab."
"Right, just keep me posted."
I shut my laptop, relieved to finally be done. It seems almost like a waste to be doing other things when Quinn is sitting just a few feet from me.
It's been a week since I first invited her over to the cottage. We've made more than a few visits back since.
I know that our time together is limited, and I want to enjoy every single moment.
My eyes darken as I watch her sunbathing, splayed out completely nude across the chair in the sundeck. I brought her out to the yacht today, hoping for a change for scenery.
She does a little stretch, and I watch her chest jut out before she settles back into her chair.
I can't help but admire the sight. She’s curved in all the right places, milky soft skin, and oh so responsive to my touch.
Her perfect breasts jut out, practically begging me to squeeze them.
My imagination takes a dark turn, as I think about what I’d rather be doing to her instead. I’d pin her against the wall, swirl my tongue along those hardened nipples, my hands squeezing her plump ass—that would be enough to have her mewling underneath me, begging me for more.
I’m addicted to her.
God, this woman will be the death of me.
I walk over to her, not bothering to hide the bulge that has formed between my legs.
She notices, immediately.
“Someone’s excited.”
“Can you blame me?” I kneel down to kiss her, my hands travelling to grope her chest gently. “You make it hard not to be.”