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I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he walked across the room. He was so incredibly mind-blowingly hot, and all mine for three whole days. He climbed in next to me and I wondered what I should do: Richard had always rolled onto his side, his back to me, after we had sex. Dante didn’t leave me wondering for long. He lay back and pulled me into his arms, tucking me against his side and resting his hand on my ass. With my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, happy and satisfied.
CHAPTER4
Dante
Holy. Shit.
An armful of Lucy Cooper was a fucking awesome thing to wake up to, even if her honey-blond hair was all over my face. From her steady breathing I could tell she was still asleep and I didn’t want to disturb her, so I carefully moved her hair, tucking it out of the way. She stirred immediately, pushing her arm out from under the duvet and squirming a little. Since we were spooning with her back to my front, the movement had her butt wriggling against my dick. Of course, it stood to attention immediately. She squirmed some more, pushing her hips back against me. I took it for the invitation it was and pressed a kiss to her creamy, white shoulder, sliding my hand up to cup one full breast under the covers.
She inhaled deeply. My dick got even harder. “Christ, you are so gorgeous,” I murmured softly, grinding my cock against her ass, squeezing her breast. “So beautiful.” I buried my face in her hair and inhaled deeply. “And you smell amazing.”
“You don’t have to say that stuff, you know.”
“Mm?”
“I mean, I don’t need you to say all that stuff to me.”
“What stuff? The truth?” She went still, making me frown. “Lucia, what are you talking about?”
“You don’t have to overdo the compliments. I don’t need them.”
“What the fuck? Turn around.” She didn’t move and I could sense her agitation. “Turn around and look at me.”
There was no way she could ignore the commanding tone of my voice and she rolled over to face me, pulling her hair to the side but still looking at me with a guarded expression.
“Did you ever come to my place, when I lived in Esperance?”
Her little frown as she tried to remember was fucking adorable.
“A few times, when I was babysitting Stef.”
“Well, do you remember, in the hallway, there was a painting on the wall?”
She shook her head. “Not really, no.”
“Well, there was. It was a cheap, tacky picture of Venus, the Goddess of Love. It hung across from my bedroom door.”
“Okay.”
“I used to jerk off to that painting.”
“Oh my god, thanks for sharing—”
“And when I used to jerk off,” I continued, pretending she hadn’t said anything, “I used to imagine your face on that body.”
Her green eyes widened in shock, then a beautiful, soft blush stained her cheeks. “You did not!”
“Fuck yes, I did! She looked exactly how I pictured you naked, and more than ten years later, it turns out I wasn’t wrong.” I squeezed her ass and pulled her closer to me. “All milky curves and luscious tits. You were a walking wet dream as far as I was concerned.”
“You’re crazy.”
“No, you’re crazy. Sticking with a pasty-faced dickwad who obviously had no idea how to appreciate what he had.” Seeing that she was about to argue further, I silenced her with a kiss, rolling onto my back and taking her with me so that she was sprawled on top of me. “And now, my sweet little goddess, we’re going to live out my fantasy.”
“Are we?” she asked, a little breathless, a little uncertain, and a whole pile of hot.
“We are.” I pushed her hair back from her face and tapped her nose. “Now, ask me what my fantasy was.”
She swallowed heavily before asking in a low voice, “What was your fantasy?”
