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“No really, you wouldn’t believe what a small world we live in. Remember Colin the chef?” he continued when she just stared at him, blinking.

“Well apparently, they used to date in high school, but it didn’t end well. His family came between them, and Colin was a bit of a player of course. But I thought, why don’t I just reach out and see if I can’t get these two love birds back together? It would—hmmph...”

She landed a hard elbow into his stomach and tried to climb off him.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“Leaving. I have to try and fix this. She didn’t deserve that.”

“Don’t worry; she is fine. Colin is just going to mess with her a little and will then give her back her shares. It was part of the agreement we made when I let him have them. He will soon be too busy to continue messing with her and her company, as he will need to step up to begin taking over the reins of his grandfather’s business with his siblings.”

She gave him a look that said, Are you serious?

He sighed. He had been trying to keep his guilt at bay, and seeing how hurt and disgusted she was with him now, he knew he had crossed the line. “Okay, I did cross the line. I saw red for a minute. I will straighten everything out tomorrow. Besides I have to fix this anyways, if Zahara finds out, she will come for me, as will my brother.”

She stilled. “You are going to apologize to her and fix this, immediately.”

“Tomorrow. Now let’s focus on you.”

She stared at him in stunned silence for a minute, realizing that she was now trapped in his embrace. She raised her chin.

“Michael, there is nothing to discuss. We had the time away at your chalet in Switzerland as you promised—with a side of revenge, and now, we should just try being amicable to each other. I am partners with your brother Ben, after all.”

“Not even going back to being friends, hmm?”

Her brown orbs regarded him like he had lost his head. “No.”

“Good. Because we are now more than just friends.”

“Michael, we are not anything to each other. You are with Summer, and—”

He moved fast and had her pinned under him in mere seconds, his hand unsnapping her pants and delving inside to find the treasure he was looking for. Ambra was hot and wet for him, just the way he liked it.

“Do you really believe that after I have had a taste of your sweet pussy that I would want to go to Summer or anyone else? This is mine. You made it mine, and look how wet and needy it is.” He emphasized his point by entering two fingers into her wet cavern, and it sucked his digits in like a thirsty man finding water in the Sahara Desert.

Her hands were clamped on his shoulders and had been trying to push him away, but then he felt the sting of her nails as she gripped him when he removed his fingers to push them back in.

He leaned down and began to nibble on her neck, in the spot he knew she loved so much. “You see how much you missed me; can you feel how much I want and missed you and this?” he whispered.

He flexed his hips, and his hard cock hit the wet patch forming on her underwear and pants from him stimulating her with his fingers.

“Michael, don’t do this to me. I—” She moaned when he curled his fingers.

“Ambra, we have been dancing around this since we were teenagers, both not giving in because of our friendship.” She stared up at him in surprise.

“Yes, the night of the dance I would have kissed you, but you pulled away, and then the moment was lost. And then the next day, you acted like we were just buddies again. I buried my feelings so deep and moved on. It took being at the chalet for me to face what has been between us for a very long time.”

“But you were so angry.”

“Yes, I had buried me feelings for good and was moving on with someone I thought I wanted and would marry.” He felt her stiffen. “Yes marry, after seeing the love between Carter and Zahara and my beautiful nieces. I wanted to settle down and have children and thought that Summer was the prize to finally win over.” He watched as Ambra’s lip quivered and a look of shame, guilt, and hurt took over her delicate features.

“But I was wrong, and I am so glad you took the paddle and did what you did, because the weekend at the chalet was more than I had bargained for. It opened my eyes to what you really mean to me and that you were not just my best friend, but the woman who I craved like no other.”

He bent over and kissed her lips before whispering over them, “Her touch, her smell, her sighs, her sexy voice, her mind and how smart she is, her ability to keep up with me and challenge me at every turn, and the feeling of her lips against mine.” He nibbled on her lips. “Our bodies moving in sync together. And I would move heaven and earth to continue exploring what we have started at the cottage. Make no mistake, now that I’ve got the taste of us, I want more and will do everything in my power to have you by my side.”

She looked at him in wonder, but he could still see hesitancy on her face. He understood why. Going from friends to something more was something they would have to get used to.

“No Summer?” she asked.