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Dexter’s jaw tightens.“What the fuck?”

“When the deal with Jett fell through,” I explain, carefully, “Oscar Ramos stepped up.”

His expression darkens.“How did he know about the deal with Jett?”

I hesitate.

Because I know something he doesn’t.That my father’s business isn’t as wildly successful as the Knights think.I don’t know the extent of it, but Oscar Ramos obviously had intel.

“How, Daniela?”Dexter pushes.

I shrug.“Oscar’s practices are questionable.The way he works isn’t always above board.He has people, eyes and ears everywhere.”

“And he wanted an alliance to help your family?”

“Like the Knights did.We all want something from this alliance, don’t we?”

Dexter’s disgust is palpable.“That slimy bastard,” he growls.“He’s old enough to be your father.”

“I would never marry him.”I ground down on my teeth as bile snakes up my throat, bitter as venom.Oscar Ramos makes me shiver, but not for the reasons Dexter does.I could never entertain the idea of being married to him.While Dexter would respect our boundaries, Oscar wouldn’t.

He shifts closer to me.“So when Jett backed out, you must have been worried?”

I take a shaky breath.“It made me realize I had to do something.That’s why I flew to New York.To meet your father and to try to negotiate something better.”

His eyes search my face.“God help you if I’m supposed to be your ‘something better’.”

“You saved me, Dexter.”My voice breaks slightly.His eyes drop to my lips, his body inching even closer.I’m shivering, but I’m not cold.

“I’m glad I saved you from that fucker, and I’m glad you picked me.”His voice drops an octave lower.

Our knees are almost touching.I’m still seated, but he’s squatting in the water.“I’m glad we got married,” I whisper.

“It keeps that fucker at bay.”

We stare, eyes locked, and then I stare at his lips.And I remember how he branded me with them.I lick my lower lip, memories of his hot searing kisses come rushing back.He shifts closer to me, water trickling down his hard body as he leans towards me.His face is now merely inches from me, and his tongue swipes over my lower lip.

I exhale a breath, and then his tongue slides between my lips.It’s heady.Pure, raw desire.It was always going to happen again.It was inevitable.I just wasn’t sure that it would happenhere.

On our honeymoon.

I mewl as our lips press together, his hands frame my face.His mouth on mine makes every coherent thought turn to steam.The kiss is lightning and gasoline; a hot, desperate spark that ignites everything we’ve tried to suppress.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, but it’s impossible to resist.Dexter’s hands drop to my waist and he pulls me against his hard body.A low growl rumbles in his chest as our kiss turns frenzied, more urgent, the water sloshing around us.I’m vaguely aware of warm bubbles caressing my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the feel of his hands bracketing my hips, the feel of his hardness poking my belly.

A shudder of need spikes through me, and a distant voice tells me,I should stop this.

I should.But the way he devours me sends every promise we made straight to hell.

“Dexter …” I manage to gasp when he momentarily frees my lips, but he doesn’t let me finish.He cups the back of my neck and claims my mouth again, even harder.My protest evaporates into a whimper as I run my hands over his broad, muscular shoulders.His skin is slick from the water, hot to touch, and I can’t help but dig my nails in slightly.He hisses at the slight pain or pleasure.I’m not sure which, and then I’m lifted clear off my feet.The motion sends a wave of water over the edge of the tub.

I yelp softly as he lifts me up, water streaming off my skin as my legs wrap around his waist instinctively.He’s hard and firm all over.Strong and built.I relish every new sensation as our bodies meld together.

The night air is cool on my exposed skin until he lowers us both back into the bubbling heat.But he’s sitting down, and I’m straddling his hips.My arms lock around his neck, and the space between my legs presses against his hardness.My core ignites, my head falls back as his lips blaze a trail down my throat.Nipping at the tender hollow where my neck meets my shoulder, he gives a sharp little bite, and I cry out.

It’s all so overwhelming, his hands, his hardness, his body.

“Daniela…” He growls my name like a prayer and a curse.It only makes me need him even more.And then his hand finally slips down to my bikini bottoms.

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