THE MAFIA BOSS OPENED THE WRONG DOOR—AND SAW THE ONE WOMAN HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT

his legs, hands on his thigh, close enough to feel his heat. When I looked up, he was watching me with that intensity that tied my stomach in knots.

“Is this…” His voice came out rough. “Necessary?”

I swallowed.

“Yes.”

For three seconds, neither of us moved.

Then I finished the stretch mechanically and practically fled to wash my hands.

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