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“No. I’m only here to see Alexsa.”
Shit, my full name? What’s he up to?
Both men glanced at her and she knew why—almost no one
called her that.
Hector rubbed his nose. “About what?”
Valentino neither blinked nor hesitated as he gave his
answer. “Didn’t know I needed a reason to come see my wife.”
She had to be hearing things. There was no way he—the great,
show-no-emotion, engage-in-no-long-term commitments,
Valentino Cassano—would say those words, especially not in
front of her brother. From the thunderous expression on
Hector’s face, it appeared she wasn’t in a worm hole or
anything like that. The daft man had actually said those
words.
“You’re married?” Hector glared between the two of them. “To
him?”
Valentino gave her a ‘checkmate’ grin as he moved closer.
“Didn’t you tell your brothers? I thought we decided we
would tell our families in Zurich.”
“You were with him in Zurich?”
She wanted to cower from her brother’s roar. “Yes, we met up
in Zurich.”
“And marrying him?”
“Hugely impulsive decision,” she said with a forced smile.
I am going to kill him. What the fuck is he thinking?
“Dr Camden. Adam. Need you!”
The men dashed off, Hector with a warning they would deal
with this later.
The second they were alone she advanced on him. “Are you
fuckin’ insane? Why the hell would you claim such a thing?”
She was so angry she was shaking.
“You weren’t exactly being cooperative, darlin’.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ call me, darlin’. I’m not your darlin’.
I’ll never be your darlin’.” She bit her lip and
strove for patience. “Fix this. Now!”
He stared past her through the window for a brief moment
then stared at her. His hazel eyes slowly ran over her body.
Up and down, making her crave his touch.
“No.”
“Fix it, or they won’t know where to find the body.”
“We have an audience, sweetheart. Make me feel welcome.”
Her smile was more a baring of teeth. “A knee to the balls?”
He pulled her close, putting his hands upon her back.
Against her belly, she could feel his substantial erection.
She placed her hands on his upper arms and held his gaze.
Valentino didn’t give her any more time to protest. He just
kissed her. As usual when this man touched her, Lexy melted.
I’m weak. So weak. She closed her eyes and sank into
him, acknowledging even her anger was no match for her
desire for this man. It’s unhealthy. I know.
Did she care? Nope.
She twined her arms around his neck and arched into his hard
body. His palms against her back and ass kept her close. He
swept his tongue deep, engaging hers, drawing her into the
age-old dance.
Moisture gathered between her legs and she struggled not to
straddle one muscled thigh and rock herself to orgasm. Or
take his cock. Long. Thick. Hard. Oh yeah…
Her clit throbbed and a whimper escaped.
Although the kiss had started quick, he took his time ending
it. He drew it out and captured her lower lip before
releasing her.
“That’s one hell of a welcome,” he drawled.
There were times when she wished she still carried her
sidearm. His words were like a bucket of ice being tossed in
her face. Briefly closing her eyes, she admonished herself
for falling victim again to Valentino Cassano.
No, I can’t say victim. He’s my weakness.
“Better you consider it a goodbye.”
She glanced through the viewing window only to avoid her
brother’s glare. Crossing her arms, she put her back to the
window to stare at the immense pain in her ass—who also
could and did, rouse her to unimaginable heights of
arousal—who stood before her, appearing arrogant.
He peered at her briefly before gazing back out of the
window for a few seconds. Then his attention was back to
her. She lifted an eyebrow and waited. Eventually his
expression smoothed out.
“Something on your mind, Alexsa?”
“Thinking of all the ways I want to castrate you and fix
your little bitch. I don’t like being cornered. Much less
being pushed,” Lexy hissed. She dropped her arms and placed
a hand on his chest. “I am going to assume you have a
damn good reason for what shit you just pulled. I can’t
wait to hear it.”
She moved her hand down his chest until her fingers rested
against his hard shaft. Holding his gaze, she tightened her
grip, her nails digging in. “Don’t try to play me, or lie to
me. Believe me, Valentino Cassano, you try anything so
foolish again and you’ll learn why you don’t fuck with a
Southerner. Especially a Southern woman.”
Lexy released him and with a forced smile, she patted his
cheek then left the large animal facility for her own
building. A figure in the doorway had her slowing and
glancing up.
Great. Little Miss Scarlett.
“Problem?” Lexy wasn’t in a good mood and had no desire to
deal with her shit.
“Where’s Valentino?”
“West barn.” Lexy pointed and raked her gaze over the
redhead. “Don’t worry, he was breathing when I left him.”
Anabelle’s blue eyes narrowed. “Don’t hurt him, or you and I
will have to come to an understanding.”
Lexy understood the threat but barely blinked. “Reckon you’d
best tell him that pissin’ off a Southern woman is
nonsensical.” Statement made, she brushed by the red-haired
woman and went inside, cranky and horny. |
