His Italian w***e
CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING, SO PLEASE EXCUSE THE GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES
"Wearing a skirt like that Miss Badoni, is forbidden in my company,"he whispered, his hand grazing my bottom lip, falling to my exposed shoulder.
All I could feel was the pulsating heat building between my legs as his torturous touch hovered dangerously on top of my cleavage. He should stop because he is my boss. Yet I didn't want him to stop because every time he was this f*****g bossy it turned me on in more ways than I could have ever imagined.
"And it's my responsibility to take it off," he finished, his free hand grabbing my inner thigh
Unfold
Finally, we get to have a sequel for this novel. Add it up in your libraries. Its called His Italian Wife and here is the blurb.
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I looked at the man I love-loved to be precise, sitting across me in the booth.
“You can’t do this to me Lana. I love you so much and you very well know I’d be broken if you wa……
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