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Luca bent toward her. She was diminutive to his own lean six-two. “What is it that suddenly interests you about me, Sophia? Have you finally decided you need another orgasm to sustain you for the next decade?”

Flames scorched her skin—that was how hot she felt. Yes floated to her lips, as if every cell inside her had conspired to form that word without her permission. This was easy for him—too easy—riling her up, sinking under her skin. Even knowing what he was, still she reacted like a moth to a flame.

“Not everything has to have a sexual connotation in life.”

He made to speak, but before he could she covered his mouth with her hand. Long, elegant fingers traced the tender skin of her wrist, leaving brands on her sensitive flesh. The center of her palm burned with the heat of his mouth. Slowly, as if savoring every second of touching her, he pulled her hand from his mouth. Of course life itself was a big joke to be enjoyed for Luca Conti.

“What did you think I was going to say, Sophia?”

She pursed her mouth tight and took a deep breath. “I have a proposal I’d like to make to you—one that is mutually beneficial to us both.”

“There is nothing you can offer me,” he said, his gaze flicking over her, dismissal and insult all wrapped up in that few seconds, “that I won’t get from another woman with a whisper, Sophia. Nothing remotely tempting.”

“You haven’t even heard it.”

“Not interested—”

“I want to marry you.”