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Don’t cry. Don’t break down. Just answer.

“I’m his niece,” I said softly.

“And how does your father feel about this plan?”

I swallowed hard. “I don’t know. He and my mother died when I was five.”

I saw something pass behind his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Pava Moretti is my uncle. My father’s brother. He took me in after everything was settled. He absorbed my father’s estate and his business.”

His nose nuzzled mine. “You’ve been through a lot in your life.”

I feathered my lips against his. “So have you.”

“You know nothing of me.”

“I’d like to. If you’ll let me in.”

I felt his cock twitch. “I’d like nothing more than that.”

My heart soared with delight at his words.

“But things are never that easy in my life.”

With that, he crashed his lips against mine, sealing our afternoon fate as work finally fell to the wayside.

Just once.

16

Israel

I neededher to shut up.

I needed her to stop talking and give me what was rightfully mine. I didn’t know if she was telling the truth, or simply feeding me another lie. I didn’t want to hear another word about it.

I needed proof.

Concrete proof I could hold in my hands regarding the shit she was spewing at me.

Until I had that, I had to assume she was still lying to me.

I mean, I didn’t see the attempted murder coming. Not one damn bit. Everyone played their part perfectly. Even when my gut told me something was off, I let myself become vulnerable. I let my guard down for a split second. I told myself I’d never get married. I’d never latch on to a family like that. But the chance to absorb the Moretti empire was much too good to pass up.

I was the one being laughed at.

I didn’t trust my instincts any longer. I didn’t trustmyselfany longer. If I could remove any distraction, it was worth it. Things were much too important at work. I had too much I had to get done. Brianna, or Bonnie—or whatever the hell her name was—had been the biggest distraction since day one.

So, I needed to fuck her out of my system.

“Mmm, Israel.”

She moaned down the back of my throat as I pinned her to my desk. Her breasts were aching to spill from their confines. I didn’t have time for that shit. I was on a schedule, and I’d spent twenty minutes of my lunch hour eating food from her hands. I wanted to eat something else. I wanted to bury myself between her legs and edge her until she was on the verge of tears.

Fucking her hard would have to do, though.

I raked my teeth down her neck, suckling on her pulse point. She arched for me, her legs spreading wider as her pencil skirt rolled up her legs. I held both of her wrists in my left hand as I reached down to my belt. I unbuckled it and pulled out my cock, growling as her womanly scent filled my nostrils. She was intoxicating. The whole of her was perfection. As my thickness fell between her thighs, I let my fingertips explore her clothing.

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