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

minutes felt like forty-five hours.

My hands learned the shape of his pain. His muscles slowly relaxed under my touch. Our breathing started to sync without either of us meaning it.

When I finally stepped back, I asked, “Better?”

Dominic sat up, rolled his shoulders, and smiled genuinely.

“Much. Your hands are magic.”

I blushed like an idiot.

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