Page 16 of His Son's Ex

The air sparks between us.

My body hums. Leans. Burns.

He steps closer. Not touching—but I feel him everywhere.

He finally speaks.

“If this ends in regret for you, say the word. I’ll call a car. A limo for you and your friend. I’ll make sure you leave untouched, unscathed.”

I suck in a breath.

He’s not just giving me an out.

He’s giving me power.

“But if you’re hesitating because I’m Luca’s father,” he says, gaze dragging down me, slow and reverent, “then be honest. Right here. Right now. Is that going to matter once the doors open?”

I bite my lip.

His eyes darken. A flash of hunger.

And then I smile.

Slow. Wicked. Unapologetic.

“No...” I whisper. “I want this.

I want you.”

CHAPTER 3

EVA

My heart’s pounding as I watch him slip a keycard out of his suit jacket pocket and slide it through, the lock beeping.

He opens the door, revealing a gorgeous view of the midtown Manhattan skyline.

“Wow,” I breathe. “Talk about a vista.”

He sets the key aside, turning on the lights then dimming them. “True, but I’m guessing you didn’t come for the view.”

My cheeks flush. “You know exactly why I’m here.”

He closes the door behind us and turns the lock.“Yes. I do.”

My breath catches as he steps forward, brushing his hand down my arm. Sparks dance where his skin meets mine. Slowly, like a man savoring a rare delicacy, he leans in and claims my mouth again.

This time, there’s no jolt of an elevator to interrupt us.

No distractions.

Our kiss is hot and all-consuming within seconds, and I moan into his mouth.

His hands glide around my waist, fingers splaying across my back as though he’s memorizing every contour.

I tug at the lapels of his suit jacket, eager to explore.

He slips it off, flinging it aside with a carelessness that makes me grin against his lips.