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Alessandro’s words dance through my mind.
Surely, he wouldn’t really tell my father or my fiancé that we…consummated the marriage. Would he? I glance at him to find him staring at me with a look so intense that I shift.
“What?”
“Just thinking about dessert,” he answers, licking his lips.
“You’re a jerk,” I hiss, making sure Hector and Edgar aren’t listening.
“Just being honest.”
My eyebrow lifts, but I don’t respond.
“What? Don’t think someone like me is capable of being honest?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I’ll never lie to you,Dolcezza. Remember that.”
“Guess time will tell.”
“Guess so. Now buckle up. We’re about to land and it’s always a bit bumpy going into Vegas.”
“Vegas?” I look out the window. “I’ve never been to Vegas before.”
“And why is that?”
“I don’t know.”
He hums. “I would guess it’s because your controlling father wouldn’t let you go, even though you’re twenty-eight.”
I look at him in surprise.
“I told you I know everything about you.”
Flashes of what we did in the bedroom dance through my mind. “Not everything.”
“Is that a challenge,Dolcezza?”
There’s a glint in his eyes that suggests he likes the idea of me issuing him a challenge.
Heat creeps up my neck. “It’s just a fact, Alessandro.”
“I like hearing you say my name.” He leans in so his breath fans my neck. “Almost as much as I enjoy feeling your pussy clamp around my cock as you come.”
The heat spreads all over and I’m sure my face is red.
“It won’t happen again. I mean, this isn’t even a real honeymoon.”
“Another challenge?” His lips quirk. “I look forward to proving you wrong. As for the honeymoon part, I live in Vegas. So, welcome home, wife.”
There’s no winning with this man, so I look out the window. Alessandro sighs and reaches over, buckling my seat belt for me. The seat belts on a jet must be longer than the ones on commercial flights, because there’s plenty of extra length left. Thank god. How embarrassing would that be? Like, I don’t mind being curvy, but there are moments, like having to ask for a seat belt extender, that make my curves feel shameful. Alessandro makes sure the belt is tight before buckling his own.
My entire body comes to life at his closeness, and I canfeelevery little movement that he makes. It’s strange. In all the years I’ve known Giosuè, I’veneverfelt this way. Not even close. Of course, the only reason I even spoke to Giosuè was because of the predicament my father got himself in. I pause. I wonder what’s going to happen to him since I didn’t marry Giosuè? Strangely, I’m not worried one bit about him. He made his bed. Now he can lie in it.
The plane dips and I gasp, grabbing onto the armrests.
“Just a bit of turbulence,” Alessandro says.
