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I feel my face warm. “Well, you two have a great day. I’ll be home soon. Loveyou.”
“Love you, too,” they both shout before I end the FaceTimecall.
Antonio plants a kiss on my cheek. “I bought us some coffee anddonuts.”
“Donuts?”
“Yep. I thought it would be cute if we ate some jelly donuts. You know, to commemorate that day on the Metro. The day I first laid eyes on you.” He winks and brandishes that damnsmile.
Only this time that smile is not gonna get me to drop mypanties.
Because I’m not wearingany.
I hop onto the center island counter. “You mean the day you laid your jelly donut on me?” Igiggle.
He eases his way in-between my legs and moves his hands underneath the T-shirt and up my back. “You’re wearing my T-shirt.” His soft growl ignites my…everything.
I deliver a playful side-eye. Then grab the bottom half of the T-shirt and lift it up and over my head, peeling it off. “No, I’mnot.”
He looks at my naked body hungrily as if he’s licking me with hiseyes.
And I give a half-smile and say, “Aren’t you gonna eatbreakfast?”
“Shit, Daniella,” he utters. “This is the kind of stuff that makes me want you so bad.” His breaths quicken as he cups my face and pins soft kisses on my open mouth, teasing me with histongue.
“Then have me. Right here. Rightnow.”
A sultry laugh escapes him. “Oh baby, I have every intention of havingallof you. Right here. Rightnow.”
He licks his way down to my center and before I know it, he’s feasting on my goodie box as I lie sprawled out on the counter, losing my mind in his sensational lick, flick, and strokemethod.
Lick. Flick.Stroke.
And as I reach my eye-rolling climax, I realize I could very well be the luckiest woman in BeverlyHills.
* * *
Time certainly flieswhen you’re having fun—and toe-curlingsex.
I feel euphoric, imagining how Anastasia Steele must have felt when she was all sexed-up by ChristianGrey.
Without all of the kinky rough sex and BDSM, ofcourse.
A very reluctant Antonio took me back to Stacy’s house this evening. It’s Sunday now, and I figured since we have work tomorrow, a night apart may do us some good after having been sprawled together for the last three days. I admit, I miss him already. His lovemaking is out of thisworld.
Sensual. Commanding.Addicting.
He’s mentioned he loves me more than oncenow.
I want to believe he does, but I know true love doesn’texist.
