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“Oh, you’re into that?” I finally ask.

That’s what you came up with? Obviously, your future hubby is into fucking with cameras. He clearlyjustsaid that.

He cuts into his breakfast, curiously glancing up at me. “You’re not?”

The sensual nuance of that question tremors over my body as my exhales grow louder. I pop another giant piece of my food into my mouth so I don’t have to answer. Maybe I could be into it? I was never that adventurous in bed, and neither were my partners.

But I have a feeling sex with him would be something I’ve yet to experience. Something I never will. Sleeping with my husband is not an option, even if it’s all I can think about.

No sex. No feelings.

I need things as clean as possible so that in three months, I can move on with no one holding me back.

“You don’t have to answer,” he adds, his gaze doused with lustful hunger. “We’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other. Properly.”

Properly? What the hell does that mean? And do I really want the answer?

CHAPTERFIVE

DANTE

I’ve never hada problem figuring out when a woman wants me. And Raquel Bianchi definitely does. She’s practically ripping off my clothes and wants me to do the same to her.

If I wanted to fuck her, all I’d need to do would be push her just enough to make her beg for it. She seems a little shy, and that makes me want her even more. I bet underneath all that, she’s fucking wild. I enjoyed toying with her about the cameras a little too much.

If she was on them, I’d watch those videos on repeat.

But I have to be careful with what I say. I might know her more than she realizes, but I’m only a stranger to her. A hot stranger, apparently. It was damn adorable the way she blushed when she said that.

“I have to go to work in a bit,” I tell her as we continue to enjoy breakfast. “Feel free to go to the pool or roam around. Eat anything from the fridge. My house is your house.” My hand combs through my hair. “Oh, and in a few hours, my cook will be stopping by.”

“You have a cook?” Her mouth drops open just a little.

“Of course.” I cut into my pancake. “I might know how to make a meal, but I don’t have the time to do it. You’ll love Janet.”

“I don’t mind cooking for us.” She shuffles in her seat while I eat, looking at her empty plate before I catch her eyes again.

“Really?” I lower my voice, gazing at her.

Her cheeks brighten into a deeper shade of pink the more I drink her in.

“Do you cook naked? Because that’s the only way I’d want you cooking for me.”

I can’t stop teasing her, pulling her beyond the comfort level she’s used to. I want those cheeks to blush again.

“Not usually.” She bursts into a nervous laugh, her lower lip trapped between her teeth…and yep, there are those pink cheeks again. “I much prefer to cook with clothes on.”

I don’t stop staring at her as she talks. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. The way those heart-shaped lips move…goddamn, she’s stunning.

“How do you know if you’ve never given it a shot?”

She shakes her head, the smile still on her face. “It’s one of those things. When you know, you know.” She pulls herself closer to the plate, looking questioningly at me. “Is that a requirement of our arrangement? Because if so, we have a lot of negotiating to do.”

“Really? Like what?” I place my fork down and sit back, palms on the top of my thighs.

“For instance, I’m never kissing you.” She raises a single brow. “Ever. No matter how hot I already said you are, to my utter humiliation.”

“Don’t forget unobjectively, insanely gorgeous.” My mouth bends with a smirk.

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