Page 74 of Veiled Amor

Beards. Designer stubble. Fitted jeans. Tight shirts. Flexing muscles. Inked skin. Veins for days.

Oh my.

“If you stare any harder,amor, your eyeballs will explode.”

Instant heat hit her cheeks as she turned her red face toward a scowling Capone. She whacked him lightly in the stomach. Not that he would have felt it, he was another hard-all-over gorgeous man. “Shut up. You didn’t tell me your friends were… were…”

“What? Choose your words carefully.”

Each time he growled, she grew wet.

Could a sound turn her on?

Yes. His moans turned her on.

But getting back to the room of hot stud muffins.

They were men who made a woman’s knees weak, and her pussy soaked.

Deep, rough laughter. Bodies built for war. She bet they didn’t have a politically correct bone in their bodies because they were old-school men. The ones who opened a door for a woman and slapped her ass when she walked through it.

She felt the contact high from the oozing sexual energy and swagger surrounding her.

“I’ll have you know I’m a newly married woman, Capone. I don’t notice handsome men anymore.”

No one had more swagger than Capone’s swagger.

Of all the handsome men there, he was the sexiest, the only man she was attracted to in a way that made her flush all over. He was dizzyingly sexy. And he was looking at her with a jealous scowl, deep enough to delight her.

“I swear on Sephora I haven’t noticed all the sexy men in front of me. Nope. Not even a little. They’re like trolls. Bridge trolls with oozing warts. Ugh, they’re so ugly, it makes me sick even to look at them.”

His show-stopper eyes narrowed to slits, and Lucia dissolved into giggles.

Oh, this was delicious.

Feeling airy, she leaned a shoulder against his chest to let him know she was with the hottest man in the room, but allowed her eyes to travel around because hell, she wasn’t blind. It was like she’d arrived at a model convention, if the models looked like serial killers with designer beards and asses hard enough to bounce quarters off.

“This was a mistake bringing you here,” he all but snarled. “Should have left you at home, locked in a closet wearing a blindfold and earmuffs.”

Ha. Funny. Lucia turned a grin on him, nudging his chest. Flames licked around her neck. She’d never been good at hiding her feelings, so if they were on display, he saw them too.

She was slightly buzzed on two drinks.

Happy and with Capone. The only man in the world who existed for her. Stupidly so, but the truth. She bumped his shoulder. “Can I have another drink, please?”

* * *

She was a lightweight with liquor, and he didn’t want to have to carry her home.

Lie.

He’d love her in his arms, being soft and cuddly.

A bonus if she got drunk and grabby.

He returned a minute later with a cherry vodka with lots of ice for her.

“You are my hero,” she stated, giving him starry-eyes.