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“No, a baby, I could sense. I just hope it’s nothing serious.” She smiled up at him. “But you, Mr. Hunter, aren’t hiding anything from me, are you?”

“I wouldn’t,” he lied, and it was so easy that it made him nauseous.

“Good.” She reached up, kissed him. “So, sex or no sex?”

“Foreplay or no foreplay?”

“Our toddler sneezed in my face, and a booger made its way into my mouth. I need foreplay.”

“I’ll give you tons of foreplay if you agree to ride. But no bra if you’re going to ride.”

She thought for a moment. “Okay, fine.”

She leaned toward him.

He eased away.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You just said you swallowed one of our son’s boogers.”

“Open up.” She licked his lips. “Kiss me.”

He grimaced. “I don’t know?—”

“Kiss me.”

“What if you still have booger remnants?”

She laughed.

Their mouths came together, and his tongue sailed inside her sweet, sweet mouth.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

The crowd roared, and the noise pulled Lorenzo out of his head, where he was slowly going out of his mind. There were several moments where he’d wondered whether heading Chamas was truly worth spending time with “Princesa.” He found very little about her appealing, primarily because he was being forced to accept her. Had he sought her out on his own, quite possibly, things would have been different.

He was a hunter.

A master.

Despite her average looks and demanding personality, she’d been raised as though she were Helen of Troy. If it hadn’t been for the respect he held for her father, he would have found a way to have her killed. Maybe, as a corpse, she would be more enticing.

“Did you see that, Lorenzo?” she asked. “We scored a goal!”

His teeth ground together in a tight smile. “Yes, I saw.”

“I didn’t see you look.”

“I was too busy staring at you. You look beautiful tonight, Princesa.”

She lowered her eyes, her lashes fluttering like a Geisha hiding behind a Japanese folding fan. “You’re just racking up all the points, Mr. Henriques. How about you add to your tally and get me a snack?”

They had club-level seats at the Campeonato Brasileiro, one of, if not the most renowned sports spectacle in all of South America. It was a feat that some of Brazil’s most widely-known celebrity figures couldn’t achieve. As Cipriano Castilho’s daughter, all she had to do was raise her hand, and someone would stumble over themselves to take care of her every need.

Still, the forced smile remained on his face like a handprint in dried concrete. He stood and headed to the long bar at the back of the luxury box; the only upside was that it would give him several precious minutes away from her.

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