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get her sight back.
    He seemed to read her mind. “Don’t bother
returning the money. You’re well worth the price of acquisition…or you will
be.”
    Fear dried her mouth, making it difficult
to respond. “What do you expect from me?”
    “For one thing, I want you back in the
office tomorrow morning. I can’t spare you right now, until the merger goes
through. After that, you’ll need to train your replacement.”
    Relief swept through her. “Of course. I’ll
pay back whatever else I owe you after my employment ends.”
    He quirked a brow. “I’m not finished. Did
you think I would let you off so easily?”
    She shook her head. “I can explain why I
accepted your father’s offer. I can explain everything.”
    He held up a hand. “As I said, I don’t care
to hear rationalizations for your greed. All I want from you is what I paid
for—your body.”
    Her eyes widened when he pulled her against
him. She couldn’t believe it was happening, that he was about to kiss her, even
as her body melted against his firmly muscled frame. Of its own volition, her
head tipped back and she moistened her lips as he brought his mouth against
hers. His lips were firm and demanding, molding hers to his possession. Phoebe
groaned when he buried a hand in her hair to pull her neck back even more,
allowing his tongue to penetrate her mouth.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck,
anxious to be closer to Luca. It didn’t matter how they had come to this right
then. She only cared about tasting him. With eager strokes, she met each thrust
of his tongue, savoring the trace of brandy she detected. Pressing herself
closer, Phoebe brought her hands to his shoulders, then lower, to his chest.
His muscles rippled under her hands as she pressed her palms against the silky
cotton of his dress shirt and the heat of his skin scorched her palms.
    Luca seemed intent on devouring her. His
tongue had swept every inch of her mouth several times over and he began
thrusting it in and out suggestively, in time with his hips as he pumped them.
Phoebe wanted to be closer to him still, but couldn’t. They were pressed
against each other so tightly only their clothing served as a barrier to
separate them.
    He stroked his tongue across her lips
before moving his mouth, brushing his lips against her cheek on his way to her
ear. Phoebe cried out when he nipped her earlobe before whispering, “ Bella .”
The endearment was almost as pleasurable as his tongue tracing the contour of
her ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth once again.
    Her hands shook as she tugged impatiently
at the hem of his shirt to remove it from the waistband of his pants. It took
more concentration than it should have to work the small buttons through the
buttonholes and she whimpered with need when she managed to push open the shirt
to reveal his bare chest. “Luca.” His name was more a cry of passion than an
actual sound as she placed her palms against the lightly haired skin. He
retaliated by bringing his mouth to the bend of her shoulder, to suck on her
neck. Her insides warmed and melted, making it difficult to do anything besides
enjoy his touch.
    A deep-throated groan left Luca when she
raked her nails lightly across his nipples, propelling her to repeat the
action. His throaty sound of satisfaction fed her own and she ignored the voice
in the back of her mind trying to get her attention. She didn’t care about
common sense at the moment.
    Luca made short work of the robe, while she
tried focusing on removing his belt. Her persistence paid off, as did his, and
they were soon standing together in the living room, bare body to bare body.
The hair on his chest tickled her nipples and she squirmed with pleasure.
    He brought his mouth to hers again, his
lips taking possession of hers. Phoebe swept her tongue inside the moist
confines of his before he could edge inside hers, taking control. Her moans of
pleasure mirrored his as she absorbed his taste.
    She cried out his