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His expression turned thunderous. “So, what, there are no second chances with you?”

“A second chance to hurt and humiliate me? No.” I tried to get off the bed, but Dante’s grip pulled me back. “Dante.”

“I said I was sorry. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

My shoulders fell at the emotion in his question. “Yes, it does actually. I believe that you’re sorry about what you said in front of Alex and Lena. That doesn’t change the issue of regret though, does it?”

“Dammit Lucy, I never said I regretted it.”

“No,” I conceded, “you never said that. Or anything. But you don’t want this, do you Dante?” I figured a guy like him was ashamed that he was attracted to the plump nanny, and I couldn’t blame him. Not that I thought there was anything wrong with me, I liked myself just fine, but I’m sure a handsome wealthy man like him was used to dating executives, insta models, and probably a few heiresses as well.

“It isn’t that simple, Lucy.”

“But it is,” I shot back and wrenched out of his hold to stand. “I’m a big girl Dante and I don’t need you to lie to me.” Damn tears started to fall and I kept my back to him. “Just please, leave.”

There was so much tension in the room, and I felt the weight and heat of his stare on my back. Dante wanted to argue, but what was the point? He wasn’t trying to convince me of anything. Despite the off-the-charts chemistry and the fact that we couldn’t be alone together without getting naked, he didn’t want this. Didn’t want me.

“This conversation isn’t over Lucy.”

It was, he just didn’t know it yet.

Chapter 28

Dante

Iwas up half the night because Lucy’s words replayed in my head on a constant loop. She thought I regretted being with her, but that was a fucking joke. How could she think that when being with her was so incredible?

The truth was that being with Lucy, worshipping her curvy body and hearing the sounds she made when I gave her exactly what she needed was unlike any sexual experience I’ve ever had. I’m a red-blooded male who loves women and sex, and I loved using my skills to make a woman feel good. It was just how I was built. But with Lucy? It was a whole new ballgame. I didn’t just want to please her, I needed to please her. The moment she was naked all I wanted to do was touch and taste every inch of her. Her soft cries and throaty groans kept me hard and fired up to see what new areas I could explore, what new sounds I could draw from her.

But a night of sleep hadn’t produced any answers, at least none that would satisfy Lucy. So I kicked off the covers early and made my way down to the gym to work off some of this frustration. Running was an effective way to clear my head, so I started with a seven mile run, but when that didn’t provide any answers, I grabbed the free weights and worked every muscle in my body until they screamed and finally I tapped out.

A hot shower didn’t help either, because it only reminded me of the one and only shower I’d shared with Lucy. It hadn’t just been sensual, it was an out of body experience.

As the hot spray rained down over me I closed my eyes, and there she was down on her knees and smiling up at me as she stroked my cock, flicked her tongue over the slit before she took me deep. She was everything I shouldn’t want—bubbly and sweet and upbeat—and yet I wanted her, and not just in my bed.

I took my cock in hand, eyes still closed and stroked to the images of Lucy taking me deep as she hummed her own satisfaction at pleasing me. It took no time at all for long, thick streams of jet to fly against the shower wall. I finished quickly and went through my morning routine until I was dressed and ready for the day.

As ready as I can be with less than two hours of sleep.

“Good morning, Dotty.” I made a beeline to the coffeepot and filled a mug before I gulped it down black.

“Rough night?”

I ignored the amusement in Dotty’s tone and simply nodded. “Didn’t sleep well.”

“Good,” she murmured to herself. “Something on your mind?”

“You could say that,” I growled and refilled my mug, this time with sugar and cream. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Breakfast sandwiches, requested by Lena. Biscuits, sausage and eggs with or without cheese.” She smiled across the counter expectantly.

“Without cheese, thanks.” I took my time on the second cup of coffee while Dotty made breakfast, the fatty scent of sausage wafted in the air.

“My goodness Dotty, it smells incredible in here. Are those biscuits?” Lucy entered the kitchen with Lena’s hand in hers, wide blue eyes filled with excitement. “You’re a goddess, Dotty.”

“Fresh biscuits for the sandwiches Lena requested.”

“Thank you, Dotty.” Lena rushed to the housekeeper and wrapped her in a hug before she pulled back with a smile and rushed to the table. “Morning Daddy.”

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