Page 59 of Maddest Temptation

Since I had nothing left to lose right now I did. “No.”

“Good. He never deserved you,” Cassio said decidedly.

“And you did?”

He went silent for a while. “Let’s go, it’s getting late.” He stood up from his chair.

I scoffed. He wasn’t going to answer it, but I already knew the answer. Yes.

Once, there had been a time when Cassio had been my everything, now he was just someone I used to know. Someone who kept on popping back into my life, making it hard to forget him.

As if I ever did in the first place.

Cassio insisted on driving me back to my place, and because I was tired and mentally drained from our conversation, I accepted, even if he hadn’t been offering.

When we arrived, Cassio opened the car door for me and escorted me back to my apartment. I looked back, trying to find the guard he had posted on me.

“He’s not here,” Cassio said, realizing what I was doing.

“So, he doesn’t sleep on my doorstep?” I teased. “What a bad spy he is.”

“Vince keeps his distance,” Cassio explained, his lack of mirth bothered me.

I finally reached my door and removed my keys to open it. Cassio remained there with me. My hands shook, and a shiver raced down my back as I recalled the last time he was here.

I turned to face him. “Thanks for driving me.”

Cassio was on me before I had the chance to react. He kissed me hard, and I dropped the key on the floor. His lips slammed into mine and before I knew what was best, I let him in. His tongue invaded my mouth and made sweet love to me.

In that moment, Cassio became everything, and I kissed him like my life depended on it. His hands landed on my waist and snaked toward my back as he pulled me in closer.

When he broke the kiss, he shoved his head against my neck and sucked on it, probably leaving a mark. I didn’t care, in that moment, all I could think about was that I needed more.

“Your gun is pressing against me.”

Cassio smiled against my skin. “That’s not my gun, Principessa.”

Holy God. I gulped and my head lulled back as he nibbled on my neck and jaw and then bit my lip. With my back against my apartment door, I had nowhere to run to. Not that I would want to.

“Cassio,” I panted. “What are we doing?” He kissed me again, and I forgot that we were in the middle of a corridor where people could see us.

“I should go.” His voice caressed my skin.

“You should.” I agreed.

His forehead rested against mine, and I dove into the frigid green waters of his eyes. They were mesmerizing, holding me captive. “I really should,” he said but kissed me once more. Pulling me toward him, a flash of memory assaulted me. The last time he was here, our kiss, my almost orgasm. Then a wave of shame hit me, and I pushed him away.

“You can’t do that.” Tears stung my eyes. “You can’t come back into my life after four years and pretend nothing happened.”

Cassio stepped back and ran his fingers through his hair. “You were the one who called me that night, Francesca.”

“And I regret that more than anything.”

His nostrils flared and he nodded. “This was a mistake.”

“Yes.” I couldn’t have agreed more.

“So why were you grinding on my dick, Principessa?”

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