Emily’s POV

The morning after the charity event I woke up sore in the best way.

My thighs ached from the car and my lips were swollen from Dario’s kisses.

I stretched slowly under the sheets and reached for him, but he wasn’t there.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then pulled on his shirt and went downstairs to find him.

The house was peaceful, Sophia was still asleep and Dario was in the kitchen.

He stood at the counter, backing me and pouring two mugs of coffee.

I stopped in the ...