Page 61 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

“You already did it once. I want you to do it again.Kiss me, Calisto.”

He wanted to.

Fuck, did he ever want to.

“Your driver is waiting,” he muttered, still watchingher red lips. “We’re supposed to be having lunch, or you’re supposed to becoming to get me for lunch. Remember?”

“I’ll take it from you again,” she warned. “And youwon’t say no—you can’t tell me no.”

Calisto didn’t refuse her when she said it like that.

She was right, after all.

She’d figured out his secret.

Pinned against the door with her right leg wrappedaround his to keep him against her, Emma tipped her head back and bared herteeth. She was sexy as hell, and she didn’t even realize how dangerous it wasfor him.

For her, too.

Calisto kissed her again, harder the second time.Deeper when his tongue swept her lips in a silent order for her to open forhim. She did, shaking when his tongue dove into her mouth, and struck hardagainst hers. She pulled him closer; Calisto responded by weaving his fingerseven tighter into her hair.

If she felt the sting, he’d be happy.

She’d still feel it later, too.

Damn.

He wanted her to feel it.

When he wasn’t there, she needed to feel it.

Emma

“How was your day, sweetheart?”

Emma looked up from her plate to find Affonso watchingher at the other end of the table. His cold eyes bore into hers, asking amillion and one questions without even saying a word. She could easily becometrapped in Affonso’s schemes. He pretended like he cared, like he wanted her tobe better and happier, but he didn’t really give a shit at all.

What Affonso really wanted was for Emma to put hermask back on. He wanted his stupid, simple wife back. The one who didn’tquestion him and woke up on time in the mornings. He needed his wife to painther face pretty, hide the stains from her tears with smiles, and cover thepuffiness with wide-framed sunglasses.

He just wanted his doll back.

She liked his anger better than his fake concern.

At least when Affonso was angry, Emma could deal withhim. She could give it back tenfold. Her argumentative side could come out toplay, and her husband never backed down from a good challenge. But when hepretended like he cared, it just pissed her off.

Yet she couldn’t say a thing then.

Affonso wasn’t looking to fight, after all.

“It was good,” Emma said as she cut her steak intosmall bites.

“Carter said you went out for lunch.”

“I did.”

“Where?” her husband asked.

“I suspect you already know, Affonso.”