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When Vince, the older, terrifying head from the enemy family shows up with flowers instead of his gun, Fallyn worries the fighting between her family and his will escalate from fists to firearms. Caught between her family and the possibility of more, Fallyn must decide just how much she’s willing to sacrifice to keep her business, her secret love, and her life.
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They were so caught up in the fun of the moment that Fallyn lost her footing and pitched forward, yelping as she nearly burned herself on the hot pan. Vince’s arm shot around her with his lightning reflexes, his palm landing on her breast as he jerked her backward and pinned her spine to his chest. They were both breathing unevenly from the laughter and the jabbing, and they took a few seconds to catch their breath as they remained stuck to each other.
Vince took in a lungful of the scent of her hair. She smelled of vanilla and lavender, and before he could stop himself, he knew he had never inhaled a sweeter or more enticing scent. He held Fallyn’s left breast, steadying both of them as their hearts banged against each other’s. Maria’s breasts were painfully fake. It had been a long time since he’d felt a firm pair of natural, full breasts. He listened to her breathing hitch, wondering why neither of them were pulling away from the inappropriate entanglement. His hand screamed at him for retreating as his palm migrated from her left breast toward the center of her cleavage. “Sorry. Did you burn yourself?”
“No,” she whispered, afraid to break the tension that had come out of nowhere. She realized she had landed herself in the viper’s arms. She had joked with the snake, laughed with him. If her brothers could see her, she knew there would be fallout not even her best diplomatic reasoning could field. “Thanks for that. I nearly burned myself all over.” She turned her wrist and shook a healthy amount of cayenne pepper into the bowl, grinning as Vince hissed in defeat. “I win.”“Yes, but your customers lose.” His lips were too close to her ear for the candid business greeting he’d intended. He’d never thought much about Fallyn in the ways that were now running through his head; she was so much younger than he was growing up. She had always been beautiful; there was no denying that, but her time away had transformed the beauty into a bombshell. A bombshell whose breasts he could feel the swell of as she breathed in the sexual tension neither of them were equipped to deal with.
Her hand reached up and rested on his, tangling her fingers through his atop her breasts. “My heart’s racing,” she admitted, shocked that she wanted his hand to stay where it was. She had never been so daring, and knew she was on the edge of something dangerous. “Feel that?”
“Mine, too.” His other hand found its way to her side, snaking around her stomach and causing her to arch her back. “I definitely feel it.”
Fallyn’s free hand took on a life of its own, reaching up behind her to stroke his cheek, feeling the stubble there and holding her breath when his lips turned to her palm to deliver a silent kiss for her to hold onto long after their moment of insanity had passed.
He slowly released her, backing up to assume a more respectable distance. “I should go. Please tell your family I stopped by to wish you luck with your store.” He ran his hand through his black hair, messing the tresses that he usually kept perfectly in place. She was disheveling him, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about a curvy tornado messing up the balance of his life’s plan.
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