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will?”
    “Yes. As my mistress…you will be mine, Angelina. You will do what I ask, when I ask it.”
    “I’m not really the type of woman—”
    He put his fingers over her lips. “Forget who you were before this moment, Angelina. From now on you are mine.”
    “Forever?”
    “For the next six months.”
    That should give him enough time to have his fill of her body. Should. But would it? He only knew that this moment was one that he’d waited for and he wasn’t about to let Angelina De Luca mean more to him than an other mistress would.
    “Okay,” she said. Putting her hands on either side of his face. “Six months. What else?”
    “Later,” he said, pulling her head back to his. “Tomorrow morning I’ll have my lawyer draw up the agreement.”
    She started to pull back, but he held her close. Bringing his mouth to hers, he pushed her doubts aside with the force of his will.
    He drew his hands over her body, enjoying the feel of her. He’d worked late with her many nights, wishing they were spending the hours in a much different way. Now she was here in his arms.
    He slipped his hands between their bodies and lifted up the hem of her blouse. The skin at her waist was smooth and cool to his touch. She shifted back on his thighs and looked down at him as he touched her.
    “You have very pretty skin, mia Angelina.”
    “ Grazie, Dominic,” she said. She cupped his jaw and ran her fingers over his face. “I love the feel of the stubble on your jaw.”
    “I have a heavy beard,” he said, but his mind wasn’t on this conversation. It was on the flesh he was slowly revealing as he drew the fabric of her blouse up her body.
    The blouse was pretty and feminine and he found a zipper in the side of the garment and undid it. She stilled in his arms. Just hovering over him.
    He slipped his hand into the gap made by the unfastened zipper. He felt the edge of her bra. The fabric felt lacy as he caressed the fullness of her breast.
    He pulled his hand out from under the blouse and caressed her through the fabric of her shirt. She shifted her shoulders, drawing his eyes to her hardened nipples. Placing his palm over the center of her breasts, he rotated his hands against her.
    Her head fell back, revealing her long, pretty neck and he was transfixed by the sensual nature of this woman. He wanted her, but he felt a deep stab of lust that went beyond anything he’d experienced before.
    “Dominic,” she said. Just his name, spoken so deep and husky and so damned entrancing made him realize that any illusion of power he had was just that—an illusion. She was in charge. She was in control of him and his passion. And he wanted to wrest it back from her.
    He leaned forward and kissed her neck. Nibbled his way from the base where her pulse pounded strongly. The scent of her perfume blended with a more natural essence of woman. He licked at her skin and felt her shiver in his arms.
    “Dominic…”
    “Sì?”
    “I need more of you.”
    “How much more?” he asked. He wrapped his arms around her and spoke directly into her ear.
    She shivered again. He felt her nipples tightened against the center of his palms. He moved them over her and she squirmed closer to him.
    He bit lightly on the lobe of her ear, waiting for her reply. “Angelina?”
    “ Sì, Dominic?”
    “How much more do you need?” he asked, tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue.
    “All of you,” she said.
    She shifted on his lap, finding his erection with her center, and rocked her hips over him. He was tight and full and needed to feel her naked in his arms.
    But he took his time, needing to wrest back control. And no matter how much he thought he might explode from the very thought of her hot core sliding over him, he was going to take his time.
    He would seduce her in increments until she was a writhing mass and had no doubts who owned her body and soul.
    He drew her blouse up over her arms and tossed it onto the floor. Her bra was pale