*Sophia’s POV*
"Wake up, bella," a deep voice pulled me from a wonderful dream.
I stretched out my body, feeling the coolness of the satin sheets against my skin. I cocooned myself in them, burying my head and letting the soft fabric engulf me.
"No, no, no," the voice whispered, "You have to get up. My father will kill me if I keep you from working."
Jacopo. My eyes flew open, and I woke with a start. The blanket slipped off my body, leaving me exposed to the cool morning air. My bare skin erupted in bumps as I shivered from the chill, my nipples tightening into tight buds.
"There she is," he mumbled as he nuzzled his face into my chest, "I'd love nothing more than to gorge myself on your curves all morning. Alas, Luca and the men will be waiting for us. Get dressed, I had Luca drop off work clothes for you this morning."