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the pills and washed it down with the glass of red wine. He took off his clothes and went under the bed covers. The pills and the wine did its magic. Within minutes he was in a deep slumber.
The mouthwatering smell of roasted lamb chops , couscous and raspberry mousse greeted her when she was done with her bath. The food tray was probably left by Constanzia, she thought. She sat down and tucked in, not realizing until then how famished she was. She remembered that she didn’t eat anything during the flight because she was so tired she preferred to doze off.
Not surprisingly, she finished the entire meal in minutes before capping it off with the dry, red wine which came with the tray.
When she stepped out from the bathroom earlier, she had noticed that her luggage was already neatly unpacked and organized, including the champagne-colored Carolina Herrera gown which she would wear as her bridesmaid dress tomorrow.
She thought of calling Leandro again. She really hated it when they had disagreements like this. But as she stood up from the bed to retrieve her phone, she felt lightheaded and lethargic all of the sudden.
Must be the tiredness because of the long-distance flight, she thought before lying on the bed and succumbing to an unusually deep sleep.
Lonzo didn’t exactly know what it was that pulled him out of his deep slumber.
It took his brain a while to register the soft, naked body pressed at his side.
Then it hit him.
Naked?!
He wrenched his eyes open, the heavy fog of sleep instantly gone. He was able to make out the shape of the female despite the dimness of the room.
The rational part of his brain urged him to wake and question her. How the fuck did she even get inside his room?
He was about to shake her when the woman stirred.
His thought processes came to a stop when he saw her face.
Pure, unadulterated lust struck him. This morning’s semi-arousal gave in to a full blown woody the more he took in her glorious form.
He had bedded throngs of beautiful women. But nothing came close to this creature.
Bellissima . No, she was… perfetta !
From her long, cascading silky hair down to her dainty toes.
A siren. All naked and available…waiting for him to make a move and sample what she was offering.
Pure temptation.
While he…he was merely a man.
He knew...once would never be enough to quench this need to posses her in every way possible.
The thought staggered him.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Vitale? Since when did a woman ever lead you by your dick, huh?!
Then he saw her pink tongue wet her full lips.
Since.
Right.
Now.
“Who are you?” he managed to rasp. He was dead sure she was sent here by the Agnellis.
She didn’t respond. She slowly smiled, her delicate hand went on to touch his chest.
Her touch was live wire.
It jolted that primal part of his DNA makeup, the one that made him want to go all caveman on her.
“Lover...” she whispered.
He lost the inner battle.
“Please…” she whimpered.
Who she was, her agenda and how she got in here... all of that can wait. He'd question her later and double whatever she was originally offered.
At the moment, he was so ravenous for her, it defied logic. So be it. Control be damned.
His hands began exploring. She mewed like a kitten when he touched her face. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He bent his head to taste her plump lips when she abruptly turned to her side. To his amazement, she appeared to have gotten back to asleep! He groaned in frustration. He couldn’t believe what she just did.
No! She wasn’t asleep. She was just playing him.
The minx.
He easily got bored with submissive women, he liked them feisty and sassy. And she was definitely one. A cocktease.
He smiled wolfishly.
He usually had little time for games. But he’d indulge her this once.
Then he’d show her that he was not one to be trifled with.
But first things first…time to wake up sleeping
The mouthwatering smell of roasted lamb chops , couscous and raspberry mousse greeted her when she was done with her bath. The food tray was probably left by Constanzia, she thought. She sat down and tucked in, not realizing until then how famished she was. She remembered that she didn’t eat anything during the flight because she was so tired she preferred to doze off.
Not surprisingly, she finished the entire meal in minutes before capping it off with the dry, red wine which came with the tray.
When she stepped out from the bathroom earlier, she had noticed that her luggage was already neatly unpacked and organized, including the champagne-colored Carolina Herrera gown which she would wear as her bridesmaid dress tomorrow.
She thought of calling Leandro again. She really hated it when they had disagreements like this. But as she stood up from the bed to retrieve her phone, she felt lightheaded and lethargic all of the sudden.
Must be the tiredness because of the long-distance flight, she thought before lying on the bed and succumbing to an unusually deep sleep.
Lonzo didn’t exactly know what it was that pulled him out of his deep slumber.
It took his brain a while to register the soft, naked body pressed at his side.
Then it hit him.
Naked?!
He wrenched his eyes open, the heavy fog of sleep instantly gone. He was able to make out the shape of the female despite the dimness of the room.
The rational part of his brain urged him to wake and question her. How the fuck did she even get inside his room?
He was about to shake her when the woman stirred.
His thought processes came to a stop when he saw her face.
Pure, unadulterated lust struck him. This morning’s semi-arousal gave in to a full blown woody the more he took in her glorious form.
He had bedded throngs of beautiful women. But nothing came close to this creature.
Bellissima . No, she was… perfetta !
From her long, cascading silky hair down to her dainty toes.
A siren. All naked and available…waiting for him to make a move and sample what she was offering.
Pure temptation.
While he…he was merely a man.
He knew...once would never be enough to quench this need to posses her in every way possible.
The thought staggered him.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Vitale? Since when did a woman ever lead you by your dick, huh?!
Then he saw her pink tongue wet her full lips.
Since.
Right.
Now.
“Who are you?” he managed to rasp. He was dead sure she was sent here by the Agnellis.
She didn’t respond. She slowly smiled, her delicate hand went on to touch his chest.
Her touch was live wire.
It jolted that primal part of his DNA makeup, the one that made him want to go all caveman on her.
“Lover...” she whispered.
He lost the inner battle.
“Please…” she whimpered.
Who she was, her agenda and how she got in here... all of that can wait. He'd question her later and double whatever she was originally offered.
At the moment, he was so ravenous for her, it defied logic. So be it. Control be damned.
His hands began exploring. She mewed like a kitten when he touched her face. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He bent his head to taste her plump lips when she abruptly turned to her side. To his amazement, she appeared to have gotten back to asleep! He groaned in frustration. He couldn’t believe what she just did.
No! She wasn’t asleep. She was just playing him.
The minx.
He easily got bored with submissive women, he liked them feisty and sassy. And she was definitely one. A cocktease.
He smiled wolfishly.
He usually had little time for games. But he’d indulge her this once.
Then he’d show her that he was not one to be trifled with.
But first things first…time to wake up sleeping
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