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“And when I was told you wanted me to accompany you to dinner, I thought we were going to a dinner event or something and not a date.”
He shakes his head. “This isn’t a date; don’t get ideas in your head, Cleopatra.” His voice is calm, but I don’t miss the warning in his tone.
But it doesn’t deter me. “So, what do you call this?” I ask, my eyes moving around the empty restaurant. “You got this place for the two of us just so you could satisfy your curiosity about why I left?”
He leans back in his chair and brings his hand to his face, two fingers on his chin. My mind quickly flashes back to how those fingers felt inside me. Making my body tingle with warmth. “I don’t like crowds,” he supplies.
“My boss says your name is Luca, but I have a feeling that isn’t your real name.”
“Leonardo,” he says, leaning back in his seat. I know he already knows my name, so I don’t offer.
The waiter appears with our entrée, chili-smoked salmon cob dip. I look down at my food, trying to enjoy it as I take a piece. We eat our dinner in silence until the waiter brings the dessert.
“So why did you run?” he asks, causing me to look up.
I try to act nonchalant. “I didn’t see the reason to wait; we were done.”
“And the party?”
“I left early,” I say with a shrug.
He studies me for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “You intrigue me, Kaitlin.”
“Why?” I ask, curious.
He reaches across the table, his fingers brushing mine. The contact sends a shiver up my spine. He picks up a chocolate-coated strawberry from the dessert plate, dips it in his champagne, and brings it to my lips.
“Open,” he says softly.
I part my lips, allowing him to feed me the champagne-soaked strawberry. The sweetness bursts in my mouth, mingling with the sharp taste of champagne. His fingers linger on my lips, and without thinking, I close my mouth around them, licking the remnants of the fruit from his skin. His eyes darken as he watches me.
When his fingers leave my mouth, he brings them to my face, brushing against my skin. His touch sends electric feelings through my whole body, and my resolve weakens.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to get a grip. “Excuse me, I need to go to the powder room,” I say, my voice shaky.
He nods, his eyes still locked on mine. I push my chair back and walk away, my legs trembling. I feel his gaze on me as I make my way to the powder room, my heart pounding.
When I return, he’s already on his feet, waiting for me. “Dinner is over,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “But I would love to spend more time with you. Not as my escort, but just as company.”
Without thinking, I say, “Yes.”
He takes my hand, leading me outside. I’m surprised to see a different car waiting for us—a sleek, black sedan. He opens the door for me, and I slide inside, the leather seats cool against my skin.
Once we’re both inside, he raises the partition, separating us from the driver. The car starts moving, the city lights blurring outside the tinted windows. He turns to me, his eyes dark with desire. “Come here,” he says softly.
I lean toward him, my heart racing. His hand slides inside my dress, his fingers slipping inside me. I gasp, my body responding instantly to his touch. His other hand cups my face, his thumb brushing my lips. “You’re mine tonight,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.
I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through me, the boundaries between us dissolving in the heat of the moment.
Chapter 8
Kaitlin
His fingers move inside me with a deliberate, teasing slowness, drawing soft gasps from my lips. I grasp his shoulder, my nails digging into the fabric of his suit.
“You feel incredible,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. His thumb brushes over my sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arch into his touch, lost in the intoxicating sensation. His other hand caresses my cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of my lips. “Kiss me,” he commands, his tone gentle but insistent.
I lean in, my lips meeting his in a searing kiss. His mouth is demanding, his tongue exploring mine with a hunger that mirrors my own. He deepens the kiss, and I lose myself in the taste and feel of him.
