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“I’m sorry,” he says, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

“I don’t expect anything,” I say, suddenly realising he may feel guilty or like I’ve cheated him somehow.

“Expect?”

“Anything beyond tonight.” A rush of heat floods my cheeks.

Alex raises a brow. “Are you telling me you used me?”

I stare at him wide-eyed. “No… no, of course not. It’s just I don’t want you to think…”

He smiles, and I realise he’s teasing me. My heart rate slows.

“Brooke, what do you want?”

“I… is that a trick question?”

“No, it’s a genuine one. Do you want to get up and get dressed, and have me drive you home? Or…”

“Or?”

“Or do you want to stay, see where this goes?”

“Are you only saying that because I was a virgin?”

“No, I’m saying that because I’ve just had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, with a woman I find super-hot and impossible to resist, as I think tonight proved.”

“You find me super-hot and impossible to resist?”

“If you hadn’t noticed. But it’s more than that. I enjoy spending time with you. Italy, Christmas, working together, this evening. You make me feel there’s more to life than just work, although you seem to work as hard as I do.”

I roll onto my side and mirror his position, interlacing our fingers.

“I enjoy spending time with you too. I also find you immensely attractive… so it appears resistance is futile,” I say, making him chuckle. “As for orgasms, I will definitely not say no to more of those. You kind of rocked my world back there, Alessandro.”

He moans at my use of his full name, then cups my face before drawing my lips to his. His tongue slides into my mouth and he kisses me until we’re both panting.

“Then it’s settled, you’ll stay?” he asks, pulling me across his chest.

I should say no, get up and walk away, but Alessandro Bianchi is the first person I’ve allowed myself to relax and be myself with, even if it is all a lie. I’m simply not strong enough to walk away. Not yet.

CHAPTER 52

ALEX

Istare down at the woman sleeping in my arms.

I should be berating myself, but for some reason I can’t. Brooke is beautiful, but in my profession, beauty is hardly unfamiliar. Aubrey was beautiful, and Loretta was a supermodel, but with Brooke, it’s about more than her appearance. It’s what’s inside that draws me to her.

She turns her head into my neck.

“Hmm, I thought you were a dream,” she says, kissing the skin beneath my ear, her hand trailing over my chest.

“Not a dream,” I say, pulling her hard against me, her thigh sliding over mine and brushing close to my straining cock.

Her hand slides down my chest before encircling me. Dropping my head back, I groan as she suckles my neck and teases the crown of my cock with her thumb, spreading my pre-cum.

Turning my head, I capture her mouth with mine.