Chapter 32

　　Patricia

　　After I've wrapped my legs around Dior's muscular body, he carries me into my bedroom while kissing me. My imagination is already running wild. I'm tasting his tongue and running my hands through his thick, dark hair, already wet and ready to take him.

　　The man standing inside my bedroom looks like he just stepped out of every woman's wet dream. Dior is dressed casually in dark jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his bulging biceps and does nothing to hide his cobblestone abs trying to escape. I can count the sexy ridges through the fabric.

　　I stop biting his lower lip and lean back, and as expected, those piercing blue eyes are even more intense when we are this close.

　　Dior smiles at me, a devious half-smile that makes my heart stop inside my chest—he is gorgeous. I'm panting while my belly churns in anticipation. The alpha man, who I'm trying to hate, seems ready to eat me alive—and as embarrassing as it is, I want to let him.