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Her eyes met mine. Wide. Breathless.
She didn’t fight me when I brought her hand down between us, slow and deliberate, until her palm rested against the throbbing ridge of my cock beneath my pants.
Her breath caught. Her eyes darkened.
Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. “Federico...”
“Because this?” I said, roughly. “This isn’t acting. This is what you do to me. What you’ve done since the moment I saw you. Tell me again it’s just on paper.”
She didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, her fingers curled slightly, exploring.
I groaned, dropping my forehead to rest against hers. “Autumn...”
“This doesn’t change anything,” she whispered, but her body said something different. The way she arched into me said something different.
“It changes enough,” I whispered.
For a moment, we stayed like that—her hand on me, my breath mingling with hers. Time stood still, stuck. And I wondered? What was Autumn Malone going to do next?
Chapter 10 - Autumn
The moment he placed my hand over the hard, hot ridge of his arousal, I forgot how to breathe.
Federico looked at me like he owned me. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Like he wanted me to know it too.
“This isn’t acting,” he said, his voice thick and low, his body taut and trembling from how hard he restrained himself.
My hand stayed there. Frozen. Burning. He didn’t move, didn’t thrust, didn’t grind—but the pressure of him, the sheerweightof his forehead against mine and his hands against the wall on either side of me, was like gravity pulling me under.
His hardness throbbed beneath my palm. Hot. Insistent.
My breath caught in my throat. I was touching Federico.
Willingly.
Eagerly.
My body hummed with a need I hadn’t felt in years, maybe ever, and the worst part? The absolute worst part? I couldn’t blame it on the champagne.
This was all me, wanting all of him, and I was terrified by how much.
“Autumn…?” he whispered, waiting for me to make the next move. To retreat. To stay.
I should have pulled away. Should have slapped him for his arrogance. Should have remembered thebusiness arrangementI was there for.
But my body had different ideas. Told my brain to go to hell.
I reached up with my free hand, threaded fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
His breath hitched—a low, guttural sound that sent heat spiraling through me.
I knew what was coming.
My lips parted. My thighs clenched. Desire flooded through me in a pulse I couldn’t stop, and I hated how easy it was to give in. To forget the world. The gala. The arrangement. All of it.
There was justhim. Just this man who drove me crazy and protected me and lied to me and made me feel like I was the most desired woman in the world with just a look.
And I didn’t resist.
