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the fact that I work for your family?”
    Her sheepish smile enchanted him. “Yes. You did. Does that mean you’ll do everything I want?”
    She almost said no before she remembered something—
    Domenico, telling her that her “vajayjay” was the first thing he noticed about her.
    Did that mean she should make the moves on him this time? But…she had never tried to seduce anyone. She had no idea where or how to start—
    “Misty?”  
    She cleared her throat.  
    The serious look on her face sent a wave of disappointment crashing over him. That was in no way the look of a girl who was planning to come on to him. He knew she was no gold-digger or slut – Domenico could smell their type miles away – but he had been hoping all the same that he would have a chance to taste Misty’s sweet, succulent breasts.
    Domenico, you better mean what you said, Misty thought.
    Dark eyes met green. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate—”
    Domenico let out a low, choking laugh. “Misty…” He shook his head. No one was like her. No one. Laughter was said to be the best medicine. He had never believed that, but now that this beautiful girl had actually managed to make him laugh his claustrophobia away, he damn well believed it. Only this girl would make a line from an animated movie sound so fucking suggestive, and he didn’t know whether the fact impressed or amused him more.
    “Are you saying what I think you mean?”
    She asked huskily, “What I mean is – what can I do to ease your pain?”  
    One moment they were just staring at each other’s eyes.
    The next thing she knew he had dragged her onto his lap, his fingers digging through her hair. “Like this,” he growled just before pulling her head down for a hungry kiss.  
    Misty gasped against Domenico’s mouth. For a moment, she couldn’t even think of responding, stunned to find herself straddling his lap. She knew she shouldn’t be self-conscious. This was her husband, never mind if he didn’t remember her. But even so, acute embarrassment had Misty pressing her fists to his chest, a part of her instinctively wanting to push him away because things were happening too fast—
    “You taste so good, love,” Domenico groaned before deepening his kiss. And she did, better than anything he had tasted. Sweet, exciting, and strangely familiar. It was like the sensation of boarding a rollercoaster for the nth time – the thrill was familiar, but even so it never failed to excite. Again and again—
    His hunger only grew and grew the longer he kissed her, and pulling Misty closer to him, he said hoarsely, “Kiss me back, Misty.”
    The sweet words had Misty closing her eyes, melting her resistance. She never could refuse Domenico when he talked to her like that. She kissed him back, her eyes closing in surrender. Her own fingers sank into his hair, savoring its familiar texture. Their tongues touched, danced, her breasts brushing against his chest. Her nipples hardened at each contact, causing her to whimper and strain against him. Under her, Domenico’s cock pulsed strongly, making Misty press her thighs closer to his. Another whimper was torn out of her as Domenico cupped her breasts.
    Domenico kneaded Misty’s breasts, loving their weight. Over him, Misty was rubbing herself against his cock, making him squeeze his eyes shut at the sheer pleasure of it. Her touch felt innocent and experienced at the same time, making him wonder absently if she was still a virgin. If she was, that was it – he would never let her go. He didn’t give a fuck what that made him. All he knew was that Misty was his to taste, and he would kill any man who would dare touch her.
    “Oh God, Domenico…” She moaned as he began sucking her nipple through her bunny uniform. She rocked harder against him, wanting more of the way his cock teased her clit into stiffening.  
    He sucked harder at her nipple, loving the way it made Misty chant his name over and over. Domenico.