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I can’t help breaking out into a laugh. That makes my decision. I cuddle up close to his chest, hoping he doesn’t kick me out. He’s snoring softly in a few moments, and I stare at him. His lashes fan out over his cheekbones, long and thick. His jaw is slack, generous mouth parted, his hair falling over his face.

My chest feels tight. What… what if this is love? What if I’ve fallen for him?

What the hell am I going to do?

10

DANTE

Samantha’s still sleeping when I wake, and I curse myself inwardly, my head pounding from all the sunlight and tequila.

I should wake her up. Get her back to her room.

I brush her hair back from her face and she mumbles something incoherent. I smile. Something I’m doing a lot lately. A lot more than I ever have.

It’s a fucking problem.

I don’t deny to myself that I’m crazy about her.

I have been for years, and nothing’s going to change that. But nothing will change how off-limits she is, either.

How forbidden this all is.

Elio would fucking rip my head off if he had any idea how I felt about her, that I had her in my bed. There’s so many different women I could have chosen, and I had to go and fall in love with my best friend’s daughter.

I shift on the bed to grab my phone, checking the time. It’s nearly noon. I squeeze my eyes shut briefly.

Elio will be home soon.

I gently shake her shoulder and her eyes flutter open, hazy and amber-brown and beautiful. “Morning,” she rasps out.

I can’t help but smile.Fuck it.He won’t be back until late afternoon at the earliest, and it’s not like I’ll get another opportunity to be close to her like this.

“Good morning,tesoro.” I kiss along the side of her face. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a rock.” She stretches and my eyes trail across her body, my dick jumping in my sweats. I grunt and roll over on top of her, covering her with my body, my erection pressing against her hip.

“Oh, you’re happy to see me,” she drawls.

She laughs and I kiss her mouth, swallowing down the sound as it turns into a moan.

I slide a hand between her legs, pressing my thumb against her clit. I dip two fingers inside her, just to the first knuckle. She’s already slick.

I kiss her throat, shoving down my sweats with one hand and guiding myself into her. Her legs go around my waist instantly. Her hands move to my shoulders, her perfectly manicured nails digging in. I thrust harder with a long moan, kissing her again and again, tasting tequila on her tongue from last night. I can’t get enough of her.

I move only my hips in long, slow strokes and she mewls up at me, her brown eyes wide, mouth pouting. “What is it, little one?”

“Close,” she gasps.

“Fuck, me too. You’re so tight and wet.”

“You’re sobig.”

It comes out in a long moan. It’s not the first time I’ve been told I’m well endowed, but it seems to mean more coming from her. My thrusts speed up, my balls drawing up.

But I don’t hurry, keeping the strokes even as she writhes and trembles beneath me.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I murmur, kissing her mouth again.