In the lush bedroom of the most beautiful condo she had ever been in, Emily Lambert lay on the bed, lustfully looking at the drunk devil peacefully sleeping next to her.

With nothing else to do, she silently began counting the features of his feloniously handsome face that made every woman wet with just one glance.

Thick black eyebrows, red soft lips that know how to cause burns on any woman's lips they touch.

Just the same way it burned her when he fleetingly planted his lips on hers.

Since she could ever remember, Santino Chambers had always been the man her heart secretly raced for.

And now for the first time, she was close to him. So close that one wrong move and her lips would be on his again.

"Just one soft kiss. There's no way he is going to know,” a voice in her head encouraged, making her bite lower lip as she contemplated the dangerous move.

When her heart began to race, she knew her mind had already been made up.

God knows that burning feeling was the only thing she wanted.

So slowly, she leaned closer and closer, the distance between their lips reducing by fractions, until finally her lips touched his and all hell broke loose.

Electricity from the center of her heart instantly burst, causing her heart to race a thousand beats. All her senses went wild. The air inside her throat stopped, and the only thing she could think of was wanting more.

Then suddenly, the man that had been sleeping kissed her back. For a second, he reciprocated her kiss with his. And then his eyes shut open.

Emily pulled, with the last of her strength, she pulled away from his intoxicating lips. But it was too late.

One second, confusion filled his face, the next second, he grabbed hold of her body, turning her over so he was now pressing his whole big body over her small size, “ What's going on here?” his husky voice came like a growl, while his eyes pierced her for the truth.

And like she was an open book, he saw the truth, “Were you trying to sleep with me?" his lip curved slightly and his gaze deepened, exploring for more truths to her action.

Emily shook her head in denial, whilst her body silently enjoyed the touch of him.

“ Yes you are…” his lips curved even deadlier, and his eyes sparkled, “So if we are going to do it, we better do it right,” he whispered softly, and then dangerously moved closer to her.

Within seconds his boxer shorts hit the ground.

He cupped her chin with his palm, tipping her face up so their lips aligned. And then with one hand sliding between the slit of her gown, he parted her thighs.

As he lowered and planted his lips on hers, his fingers blindly found their way to her already wet center.

Instinctively, her eyes slowly went shut, as her wet center begged for his attention.

His fingers tips hitting every nerve on her thighs until they finally hit the edges of her panties, causing her to moan uncontrollably.

Pressing his hot body down, and kissing her hard and sweet, he made her cry with joy for the pleasure.

Emily felt her head instantly go blank. All her senses went numb again. Before she knew it, she was kissing him back with the same ferocity.

And then just when she wanted it. Like he could sense her body begging for it, she felt him slowly slip his whole size into her. Her breath instantly disappeared from her throat. Her eyes went open only to see his sky blue passionately looking down at her as he deliciously entered her.

Over and over again, he sweetly thrust, generously releasing all the heat that had been trapped…….

The moment the time hit midnight, Emily jerked to a sitting position on the bed. The first thing her eyes captured was the naked man laying next to her. Then she saw her panties at a corner on the bed.

Slowly, everything began to come back to her. His seductive smile, his touch, his kiss, his fingertips, and then his……..

“ Oh, fuck!” Emily softly exclaimed.

Everything that had happened wasn't supposed to even in a dream.

There was no way she was going to blame the alcohol for what had happened. There was now way she was going to blame it on the darkness.

And that was because she was supposed to be a man. That was her story. That was the story her parents had created to protect her.

“ Run away! Run now before it's too late,” the voice in her head beckoned on her. And she listened.

But she could move, his long and powerful arms suddenly pressed her to a pause. Her heart skipped a beat. Fearfully, she tilted her head toward his direction and saw that he was still fast asleep.

“ Oh, thank you lord,” she whispered in gratitude to the heavens.

Everyone knew that Santino was very ruthless. If he killed people without thinking twice, what else would he do to the woman that coyed her way into his bed, after deceiving him all this while that he was a man.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath in relief, and then glanced at him again.

That's when she saw a pair of deep dark eyes staring back at her.

This time, he was truly awake.

This was all over!!