The Italian's Fake Fiancée

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He pulled away from her then, breathing heavily. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were filled with love, unspent. "Not fair," he growled. "You are still clothed while I'm naked. It gives you more advantage—"

"Then take it off," Paige commanded.

His eyes darkened, and he reached out with the intention to pry her off one of two clothes, and with a twist of her body, Paige escaped his arms and ran towards the king-sized bed, laughing when she saw the surprise in his eyes.

She felt powerful, naughty, and so in love. Well aware she was teasing him, and that even though it might seem like he was annoyed, he wasn't bothered by it.

It felt so good being this way with him. Being able to play with him like this. It made Paige smile. Then she saw the bulge in his pants and her laughter died in her throat. He must have noticed where her eyes were because his smile left his face as well.

The air was suddenly filled with sexual tension. Paige watched him watch her with such potent hunger she felt her nipples tighten painfully into buds and heat pulled at her core.

With his eyes still on her, Paige slipped off her red silk gown, right down her shoulders until it pooled at her feet. Revealing her creamy body. She stepped out of it with as much grace as could muster.

Considering she was seconds from expiring on the floor, what with the way Leo was openly looking at her with quiet pleasure.

It gave Paige the impression that she was completely and utterly naked, and not at all in her matching lace lingerie, as his hot stare made its descent from the hollow of her neck, down to her succulent breast. And then it rested on her protruding stomach and he stopped.

Only then was Paige allowed to breathe again as he went over to her.

Bending down on one knee, Leo kissed her belly and then made her sit on the foot of the bed. "How far along are you?"

"Seven weeks now," Paige muttered, watching him. His hand was rested on the handkerchief on her knee. His fingers ran along it with a little frown on his face.

"Does it still hurt?"

Paige shook her head while watching him with interest. As he casually removed her heels and slowly pushed her down against the bed. Hovering over her.

For several long seconds he did nothing but stare at her. Just when Paige thought he wasn't going to say anything. He murmured,

"I love you, Paige. And I can't tell you how excited I'm you are with child." He paused, as though he had to draw a huge breath. Her sweet man was finding it hard to speak, she realized. Judging by the way he swallowed several times, as though there was something in his throat he had to dislodge.

When at last he spoke, it was with a tone that suggested he was gripped with too many emotions. "You have made me the happiest man on earth, Paige. And i—",