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Usually he would et back into bed, have a fun conversation, drink a glass of wine or whatever, ht or a backward glance He’d never got back into bed with a churning stouilt he’d been feeling Guilt at her virginity or guilt at what he’d had to do, he did not know

Guilt or not, he’d never got back into bed with a woht away For all his reputation, Pepe thought with his brain, not the appendage between his legs At least he had until that night with Cara

But he hadn’t been inside her for long enough to make a baby It had been a minute at the most But caro Dio, he’d had to force hi inside her without a barrier

His groin twitched as more sweet memories filled him

For that one minute inside her, he’d felt a sense of sheer wonder

‘I need a coffee,’ he muttered He wanted another drink—a proper drink—but kneas ti and he needed to think clearly ‘Can I get you anything?’

Cara shook her head She was leaning against the wall, arht

By the time he’d made a quick call to the kitchen, his plan was fully developed Cara could like it or luht, she had to learn it was one she would never win

CHAPTER THREE

‘SIT DOWN’

It was a definite command

Cara tightened her arms around her chest and pressed harder into the wall, which was the only thing keeping her upright—her legs were shot Not that she could trust the wall For all she knew, it race was that her dress was long enough to hide her knocking knees

But even if her legs could be trusted to behave, there was no way she would obey She didn’t care how rich and powerful Pepe was in his world, she would not grant hiht

‘Suit yourself’ He lowered himself onto one of the oversized chocolate leather sofas, stretched out his long legs, kicked off his shoes and flashed a grin

Her knees shook even harder

How she hated that bloody grin It was sofake And it did so ridiculous to the beat of her heart, which was ha so hard she wouldn’t be in the least surprised if it burst through her chest