AYLA
Don Cassian's hand on my neck warmed my entire skin.
His lips parted as he spoke but I heard nothing.
I couldn't.
Not with the pressure building between my legs.
He leaned in, breath hot against my lips, teasing, caressing and damn right sexy.
His lips found mine. He stroked, sucked and kissed. I felt my sex organ throb with longing for this man.
My gaze shifted to the conference room and Mila's eyes on me from the door made me want to laugh.
I'm not laying any claims sweetheart. I stifled a laugh.
Don Cassian pulled away, his voice a whisper. "You're mine, Bambolina, and I'll find you no matter where you go."
The moment he pulled away, I felt the smell of cigar burn my lungs as the impact of cold water met my skin.
I coughed and woke up. Images of the office, Mila, Don Cassian, the kiss, everything dissolved with the darkness and disappeared.
Reality flashed before my eyes.
The kiss.
Don Cassian.
That was a dream?
