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‘Liar… My son was not your primary motivation,’ Luciano derided in a raw undertone, thoroughly fed up with her foolish pretences. ‘You came here to be with me. Of course you did.’

Jemima looked up at him, scanning the dark golden eyes that inexplicably turned her insides to mush and made her knees boneless. As he lowered his head her breath caught in her throat and her pupils dilated. Without warning his mouth crashed down on hers with hungry force. That kiss was what she really wanted … what her body mysteriously craved.

He kissed her, and it was simultaneously everything she most wanted and everything she most feared. She wanted him. He was right about that. She had never wanted anything or anybody as much as she wanted Luciano at that moment.

Ducking out of reach, and barefoot, Jemima darted round him and pelted out through the door as though baying hounds were chasing her.

Luciano didn’t understand why she was running away. What possible benefit could she hope to attain by infuriating him? And then the penny dropped and he wondered why he had not immediately grasped her strategy. After all, it was an exceedingly basic strategy: she wanted more. And she knew he was rich enough to deliver a lot more.