Julianna's POV
I wanted it bad. I was dripping but before I could even choke out a reply, a sharp, piercing sound cut through the tension.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Dante paused and we both listened to my phone ring in my purse.
My purse was on a chair near the desk, and the screen was glowing bright in the shadows.
Alistair.
Panick hit me as my eyes widened. The reality of who I was, where I was, and what I was doing came crashing down. "Dante—stop," I gasped, my fingers digging into the edge of the mahogany desk. "It’s him. Dante, please, let me go, I have to pick it up—"
"I don't think you do," Dante growled against my ear. I could tell he was smiling.
He didn't pull away. He didn't even flinch. If anything, the ringing phone made his grip on my waist turn tighten. He drove his fingers
