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Now isn’t the time. I need to sleep.

So I leave, heading downstairs, and I find my way to Liz’s door.

I knock.

It creaks open a fewseconds later.

Liz is a vision of post sex dreaminess, all mussed and sleepy. She’s in a large shirt and girly boxers that show off her slender legs.

I don’t think, I just slide my fingers in her hair and kiss her. Long. Deep. I take my time, licking paths along her tongue, delving into her, letting it rise and fall with a rhythm all its own, sex and soft, warm lust, sweet desire, all the things that make a girl sigh and melt and tremble.

Just like Liz.

She’s so fucking warm. Smells so good.

Reluctantly, I break the kiss.

“You taste like rum,” she whispers.

“And you taste like wet dreams.”

“Why are you here?” Her voice is breathless.

I don’t really know where the words come from, but the moment they hit air, I know they’re right, perfect and I’m a step closer to having her virginity, that thing she desperately wants to give me.

“Wanna go on a date with me?” I ask.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Lizette

Grow up, Lizette. Grow up.

The mantra beats with my heart through my head, through my veins, as I stare at the man on the other side of my door.

Dark, forbidding, black suit.

The devil himself.

He’s arrived to wreak havoc on my date night.

“Hello, Angel,” Dante says. “Debating whether to slam the door in my face?”

My heart beats hard and fast and out of control, the dress that arrived by Darcy delivery in my hands.

His gaze drops to it and a slow, dirty smile spreads on his face.

“Nice rags, there, Angel.” He pauses. “Well?”

“I’m debating whether to kick you where it hurts.”

Dante moves fast.

I’m pinned, back to the wall, inside my room and he’s pressed against me. His breath is warm on my lips, his scentseeping down through my bones to my sex, the dress crushed between us.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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