Twelve

Rough knuckles grazed my back, gripping the straps behind them firmly, yet surely. Every brush tingled, sending ripples of warmth and shock through my skin. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until he leaned forward, his lips grazing my ear lobe.

“You play a very dangerous game, Raven Gonzalez. What is your aim?”

“Aim?” I forced myself to sound as sure and confident as I could, ignoring the heat that threatened to swaddle me whole. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? Heck, I was sure my undercover colleagues in the hall were grinning triumphantly. But it was so damn hard.

Luciano”s fingers pressed against my back, toying with the knot he had just made. Just one tug, One tug at it all would unravel the dress. He knew it. I knew it too. I leaned into his touch, the public melting away until it was just us.

“I assure you, sir, I bear no ill will,” I added

“Except for the will to drive a man crazy, I suppose.” He replied, hands reaching up to slide my hair away from my neck, expo