Sierra
Holy balls, Anthony just declared I was his fiancé to the press. The freaking press. Everyone knows who Anthony Angelo is. Thank God he didn’t say my name, but it wouldn’t be hard to find if a savvy reporter starts looking into it. Then everyone will know it’s a lie.
Sierra, now that I’ve tasted you, you’re now mine.
His words echoed in my head. I can’t believe I let him do what he did to me. But God, could the man kiss and I just lost myself. He smelled so good. Just thinking about it had me squeezing my legs together as we stood behind a couple waiting to show our invitation.
“You’re all flushed, what are you thinking about?” he whispered in my ear, making me blush even more. He chuckled.
I smacked his arm and his grin was huge. “You’re naughty,” I mumbled.
“Tesoro,
