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Then she untied the knot in her robe.

The cashmere fell open, revealing her breasts, larger than I remembered, her stomach softer, hips rounder. My younger Valerie looked different now, even more beautiful.

I pulled her into another kiss, a harder, more intense kiss. Her hands dropped to my stomach, dragged over my abs, and then she moved lower to unbuckle my belt.

She’d pushed me too far.

I didn’t have the will to stop her.

I didn’t have the will to stop myself.

There was no fucking way back for us.

CHAPTER 11

VAL

Sweet mother of God, I wanted this man.

I slipped my hands inside Stefano's pants, but he grabbed my wrists in one of his hands and raised them above my head before letting go. Before I could even think about my next move, he lifted me and carried me to his desk.

Then, with one swipe of his injured arm, he cleared the desk of everything. Everything flew off the edge and clattered to the floor. A lamp, his laptop computer, countless papers.

He lay me on the cold wood and loomed above me.

At the onset of his swift tantrum, my robe had dropped to the floor, leaving me open and exposed. Vulnerable.

At his mercy.

The heat of his gaze burned into my body.

When we’d been together years before, I let him take the lead. I let him spend as much time as he wanted exploring my body, and we learned together what I liked, what I didn't, what made me moan, and what coaxed the most exquisite pleasure from deep inside me.

In a very short while, Stefano had mastered my body.

But this was nothing like that. Or it wouldn’t be, because I wanted to overwhelm him now, the way he had done to me.

I might not have been as experienced as he was, but I wasn’t the naïve girl in my twenties anymore. And besides, I’d devoured so many spicy romance novels over the years after reading to Enzo and getting him to bed.

I had a few ideas, thanks to those spicy romance books.

Stefano would soon find out I’d grown into a woman who knew how to take what she wanted, and now… I wanted power. Control. I wanted to make him feel as helpless as I did every time he kissed me.

This time I wanted him to be the one overwhelmed and lost. And I wanted the loss of control he experienced to come from me, my fingers, my tongue, my body. Even just this once.

He stood over me at the end of his desk, his hand on his jaw as he stared at me, drinking in my naked body with his eyes.

Everything about me had changed since he last saw me without my clothes, but if the weight of his blazing-hot stare was any sign, he still found me appealing.

Biting my bottom lip, I cupped my breasts and lifted them in a little tease. Then I pinched my nipples.

He watched me, his cock so hard it tented his black slacks.

I began caressing myself, my curves.

A trail of goose bumps raised over my skin.

Stefano’s gaze met mine, and I held it, matching him stare for stare while bending my knees to put my feet flat on the desk.

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