Camila

His deep voice hummed with anticipation. “I asked Contessa for a favor.”

“You’re sexy, dangerous, protective, and romantic? I think I hit the jackpot.”

Dante stepped closer, his warmth radiating more heat than the fireplace. Snaking his arm around my waist, he pulled my hips to his. There was no hiding the bulge beneath his jeans. “I told you that I would spend my lifetime making you feel loved. I meant what I said. And as far as jackpots go, I’m ...