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Not in this lifetime.
I don’t know everything about Lorenzo Giovanni Moretti, but I know enough to understand that he’s far more than the polished businessman the world sees.
Even if I was stupid enough to fall into his orbit, my family would never approve.
They’ve warned me about him, about his reputation, about the dangerous games he plays.
His vision darkened, his cold blue eyes locking onto mine, and I couldn’t miss the way his erection strained against his pants. It looked almost painful, and the sheer size of it sent a shiver through me.
Before I could react, he closed the distance between us.
One second, he was standing there, towering over me, and the next, his lips were on mine.
Oh. My. Gosh.
I hadn’t kissed a man in three years. But this? This wasn’t just a kiss.
This was fire.
I melted in his arms, my body betraying every ounce of logic I had left.
He tasted like mint and smoke, intoxicating, dangerous, and everything I shouldn’t want.
The kiss was desperate, hungry, as if we had been waiting an eternity to taste each other. As if no matter how much we drank, it would never be enough.
His hands roamed over me, claiming me with every touch.
They explored my breasts, gently massaging, tracing the curves of my body as though he wanted to memorize every inch of me.
His touch sent jolts of heat through me, and when his hand slid lower, down to my breast, he pinched my nipple lightly, forcing a moan from my lips before trailing further down.
My breathing quickened as I realized where his hand was heading.
Panic.
Desire.
Confusion.
They all hit me at once.
With every ounce of strength, I could summon, I pushed him away, my palms slamming into his chest harder than I thought possible.
He stumbled back slightly, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t finished.
He stepped forward, closing the gap again, his hand reaching out as if to pull me back into him.
“This is wrong.” I muttered, my voice trembling, my mind screaming for control.
And when he leaned in to kiss me again, I did the only thing I could think of.
I slapped him.
Again.
The sharp crack echoed through the room, and my hand stung from the force of it.
His head tilted slightly, his jaw clenched, and for a split second, I thought I had gone too far.
