AYLA
Cassian's hand on my neck warmed my entire skin.
His lips parted as he spoke but I heard nothing.
I couldn't.
Not with the pressure building between my legs.
He leaned in, breath hot against my lips, teasing, caressing and damn right sexy.
His lips found mine. He stroked, sucked and kissed. I felt my sex organ throb with longing for my boss.
My gaze shifted to a corner of the conference room and Mila's eyes on me made me want to laugh.
I'm not laying any claims sweetheart.
My boss pulled away, his voice a whisper. "You're mine, Bambolina, and I'll find you no matter where you go."
Find me?
He didn't have to. I was right here. Right in his arms.
Suddenly he pulled away and I felt the smell of cigar burn my lungs followed by the impact of cold water meeting my skin.
I coughed, waking up from my fantasy dream.
Images of the office, Mila, Lorenzo, Cassian Moretti, the kiss, everything dissolved with the darkness and disappeared.
Reality flashed before my eyes.
