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She lifts her face and looks at me, her huge blue eyes bright and inviting.

"I swore to myself I wouldn't do this, but I'm obsessed with tasting you."

She sucks in air sharply. "You said we shouldn't..."

"Yes, I did," I whisper, brushing my lips lightly against hers.

Serenity looks at me from beneath her eyelashes, completely secure in my arms, without realizing that she is moving her body in an unconscious and seductive dance. "Then..."

"I need that mouth more than my next breath."

I don't give her any further chance to escape; I don't touch her lips with delicacy or with the care that perhaps I should with someone as inexperienced as her. I hold her against me anddevour her with the hunger I’ve repressed for two years, with a voracious desire that I’ve kept under control because I knew it would be an unfair game with her, fresh out of boarding school.

It's still an unfair game—there's a huge age difference between the two of us—but I need to know what she tastes like.

Just one taste, and I’ll let her go,I swear silently.

It’s a good intention, correct and even honorable, but it vanishes like paper in water the second Serenity parts her lips and allows me to feel her tongue on mine.

From then on, from the moment I taste the warmth and softness of her wet interior, any rational thought I might have had goes out the window.

The size difference between us is huge, so I lift her in my arms so that her mouth is aligned with mine. I deepen the kiss, exploring its sweetness, taking everything I want, and her hands tangle in my hair, squeezing lightly.

I separate our mouths for a moment. "Don't hold back. I know you have a lot of passion inside you."

The words seem to set her free. She not only tightens her hold on my hair but also reacts to the kiss, sucking and nibbling on my mouth.

A voice tells me we need to stop before it's too late, but I shut it up because I need more of that honey.

I hold her thighs with both hands, but just as I'm about to force her to wrap her legs around my waist, the intercom rings.

She gets scared, trying to escape my arms. Reluctantly, I lower her, but I can't stop looking at her beautiful face, flushed with excitement.

"Who could it be? One of your brothers?"

I shake my head, unable to speak, then I remember that Debra Villatoro told me she would be coming by to surprise Serenity and spend a few days with her, until she made the permanent move to New York. Apparently their friendship ismuch more solid than I first imagined, because the retired ballerina plans to keep an apartment in Manhattan as well and fly here a few times a week to be with Serenity.

"No. Your mentor."

"Debra’s here?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise. Go answer the intercom. I'll check your bags as you asked."

Serenity

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Days later

"Staringat it all day isn't going to help you make a decision," Debra says.

I nod my head in agreement, although I still can't decide what to do.

It's been seventy-two hours since I arrived in New York, and I haven't seen him since the kiss. He sent a message saying that he needed to be away on business for a few days and that there was no way I should go anywhere without my bodyguards.

I would prefer to talk on the phone instead of exchanging texts, but I'm not going to act needy.

That night he kissed me, I couldn't sleep.

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