Dangerous Secrets

Afterward, Clara fell into a deep sleep.

Dante, in a white bathrobe with wet hair, walked out of the bathroom. He stood by the bed, gazing at Clara's sleeping figure. Her long black hair fanned out on the pillow, her bare shoulder peeking from under the blanket. He couldn't resist and bent down to kiss her lips.

Even after having two kids, she was still so irresistibly alluring. Last night, he'd l