Mine!
Dante's entire body was wired up and these, his in-
sticks pounding at him to take Sarah away somewhere and
satiate her until she couldn't this straight anymore. She
was dressed in a pair of blue-and-yellow-striped shorts and
a short-sleeved matching blue shirt. The shorts were long,
almost to her knees, and weren't meant to be provocative,
but on her, they were sexy as hell. Even the innocent, shiny
pink polish on her toenails that peeked out from a pair of
casual sandals made his dick hard.
He hadn't just listened to her play the piano; he had
felt her. Underneath her logical, analytical exterior was a
woman of fire and passion. Yeah. He'd already known that,
but he hadn't realized just how raw those emotions really
were. He'd watched her face the entire time he'd been lis-
tening to her pour her heart into her music, and it had lev-
eled him, leaving him completely destroyed. He could feel
her need just like it was his own, and the sensations hadn't
stopped when the music has ceased. Dante could still feel
that sense of longing, and he knew that he was exuding
it just as much as Sarah was. Henson flowed in the space
between them like an electric current, and his cock was so
hard that he was barely able to suppress the need to touch
her, to somehow claim her. Even watching her smile at
Jared had nearly killed him. He didn't want another man
near her, especially when she was vulnerable. Was it just
him who could see that she wore every emotion close to the
surface then she was playing?
"Let's go take a walk," Dante suggested, gritting his
teeth to keep from suggesting what he really wanted: it's
go home and luck until either one of us can move. He
moved close to her and took her hand, guiding her out of
the room.
"Wait. I need to lock up, and I have to go pick up Coco,"
she told him nervously.
He waited impatiently as she locked the door to the
music room, following her as she dropped the key in a box
ear the front entrance, and then detoured to the gymna-
sum to peek into the bingo games. "Randi must have her,"
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No ordinary Billionaire
RomanceDante Sinclair never cared about his family's money. All the ultra-sexy billionaire ever wanted was to be a cop and now that he's a homcide detective in Los Angeles, he's a damn good one. But when he is injured an...
