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Slowly, his eyes lift from his phone.

I arch my brows seductively as I fold my legs underneath myself, biting my lip, squaring my shoulders and shoving my tits out a little.

“See anything you like?”

His gaze drags over me with enough heat that my skin prickles.

“Several things, actually,” he growls.

Heat pools between my thighs as I feel his eyes slide over my body and wait for him to make a move.

Put down the phone.

Get up.

Pounce on me, for fuck’s sake.

But when no pouncing ensues, the amusement starts to drain out of me. When he looks back at his phone, I get downright murderous.

I angrily yank my discarded t-shirt into my lap and fold my arms over my breasts.

“Okay, what the fuck?!”

His gaze lifts to me, brow arched in vague amusement. “Something wrong, dear?”

“Yeah!” I snap. “Something like you haven’t touched me since the other night!”

Damiano’s expression is utterly neutral as he sets his phone down.

“I thought we had established that this”—I gesture between us—“doesn’t have to be a real relationship for us to fuck each other!”

Darkness flickers in his gaze. I shiver as I feel my nipples tighten against my arms.

“Is that what’s got you all wound up, little nightmare?” he murmurs, his dark eyes cutting right into me.

I swallow heavily. “Yes,” I mutter.

Damiano nods slowly.

“Stand up.”

I blink at the lethal, commanding tone, instantly sitting up straighter as my pulse kicks up.

“Bella.”

My breath catches.

“Stand. Up.”

Fuck.

My skin is tingling as my eyes lock with his. I drop my arms, push the t-shirt off my lap and get up from the couch.

Damiano stands as well. He raises a hand, his eyes locked on mine as he crooks his finger.

“Come here.”

Slick heat coats my thighs as I suck in a ragged breath and step toward him, until we’re standing maybe two feet apart and I’m looking up into his gaze with a neediness that makes my pulse skip.