Danger Zone

11. Ready Set Now!

Chapter eleven

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"Good morning," Joseph said smilingly from the kitchen table where he was reading a newspaper. Where he got it, I had no idea.

"Morning Joseph!" I replied cheerfully with a grin. I could feel myself practically skipping into the kitchen, my freshly washed curls bouncing against my back.

"Someone's happy this morning," he observed, eyeing me dubiously, "You're all smiley, and I've never seen you with that much skin showing. And is that makeup you're wearing?"

I was wearing a tank top and a pair of jean shorts, and I had on a little mascara and lip gloss. Granted, my usual outfit outside of work consisted of ripped jeans and whatever T-shirt was at the top of my clean laundry pile. But today I felt like feeling cute.

Dante, who was leaning against the counter munching on an apple, smirked briefly before pretending to be engrossed in something on his phone.

He knew very well why I was so giddy.

I blushed with a shrug, "I just slept really well last night that's all. Are you guys hungry? We can go grab some breakfast at this diner not too far from here."

Joseph nodded whole heartedly and affirmed that he was starving. "Can I take a shower in your room, Dante?"

Dante nodded, and Joseph grabbed his suitcase from the living room and hurried into the room, closing the door behind him. As I expected, Dante immediately walked up to me.

I leaned against the counter and looked up at him casually. "Yes?"

He placed a hand on my hip and began rubbing small circles with his thumb, resulting in a sharp intake of breath from me. "I like these little shorts, but I think I prefer them off."

I smirked at him, "I think you've seen enough of me naked."

He chuckled, a deep throaty sound that shook my bones before gliding his hand down to my ass and giving it a hard squeeze. "Well baby if I had it my way, clothes would be banned in this house."

My way, too.

He truly was a piece of art. He looked good in anything he wore, but naked was my favorite.

I slapped his hand with a laugh before stepping away from him. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

"Only for you," he murmured, eyes darkening as they roamed my body. I knew that look very well, and unless I wanted to be bent over the kitchen counter, I needed to change the subject.

Although I wasn't sure if I wanted to change the subject.

After our second round of mind blowing sex, I'd decided that what Charleigh said was right. We were both consenting adults, and it was nothing more than harmless fun. As long as no feelings were involved and my boss didn't find out, I saw no problem in what we were doing.

"Sure, me and the 5,000 other women I'm sure you've slept with," I shot back jokingly.

He rolled his eyes, "Trust me when I say that you are the only woman I've ever wanted this much and this often. You're the sexiest thing walking, bella mia."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, "You don't have to flatter me to get in my pants, silly."

"I'm not flattering you, I'm being honest. You have the face of an angel and the body of a goddess. You look so damn good in that tight little shirt and shorts that I'm debating on whether to fuck you or make you go change."