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My voice breaks at the end, and a rush of breath pulls from my lips as Sarah’s arms wrap around my body. But I’m numb as she squeezes me, kissing my face and my cheeks.

“Dante. I’m so sorry. That’s why you need to help me,” she whispers.

I nod my head, unable to speak past the emotion.

“And that’s why you don’t have locks on your doors. Isn’t it?” she says quietly, kissing my lips over and over.

All I can do is nod as she kisses me back to life.

“I’ll never stand in your way again. Kiss me. Be here, with me.”

I focus on her lips and let my hands snake up her spine, one resting on the middle of her shoulder blades and the other on the back of her neck as I do as I’m told, kissing her as if it’s the last moment I’ll ever get.

Pulling back, I stare into her eyes. “How’d I get so lucky with you, Billy?”

“You keep earning me,” she answers, leaning back in.

“GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD.”ISMILEas I move the eggs around with my spatula in the cast iron skillet.

The food sizzles, and his muscles ripple as he rolls his shoulder.

“I smelled food.” He grins sleepily, and I bite my lip, letting my eyes peruse his body.

Of course, he’s this sexy in the morning when he’s not even trying.

Dante reaches down and rubs his cock that’s already at half-mast under his black boxer briefs. “If you wanted this, you should’ve stayed in bed, gorgeous.” He laughs, deep and full of a morning rasp.

My cheeks heat, knowing I’ve been caught thinking dirty thoughts as I go back to the work at hand. He walks in behind me and kisses the top of my head, swatting my ass and making me jump.

“Quit! I’m going to burn myself,” I humorously scold. Pointing my spatula at a bag on the counter, I add, “You have a package.”

Dante laughs and walks back around the center island to sit at a stool and opens the bag that was dropped off, pulling out his replacement phone.

I lean to my left and grab the half-filled plate of bacon and sliced fruit to scoop eggs onto it. Steam rises off the white porcelain as I turn and place it in front of him.

“For you.” I bat my lashes flirtatiously.

He grins and shakes his head, picking up a fork and turning it between his fingers. I lean my forearms against the counter and lean in, watching him take a few appreciative bites.

“Oh. I almost forgot.”

Spinning around, I grab the already poured glass of orange juice from the fridge and put it in front of him.

“Voila.”

Dante stares at me with the look he gets when he’s sizing up a situation. But I don’t pale under his scrutiny; instead, I blow him a kiss. He stabs a piece of cantaloupe and grins.

“All right. Spill. You’ve either poisoned me to escape, or you’re trying to butter me up, and since I know you like my cock too much to kill me, I’m going with the latter.”

I let out a dramatic breath and stick out my tongue.

“Fine. I’m caught. We need to negotiate. I need to go to Church. I’m not leaving it to your lackeys any longer. God only knows what’s happening. I have the big party next weekend and too much to fuck around with not to be there.”

“No,” he answers, taking a barbaric bite of the toast.

My face immediately contorts into a scowl. I pull a fork from the drawer and lean over to stab a piece of fruit. “Try again. Nicer this time.”

“No. But thanks for breakfast?” He chuckles, hitting his fork against mine as I steal more food.