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Her bodyguards follow. They begin spreading out as we approach my building. A handful remain downstairs. Two enters the elevator with us. Four wait for the next one.
The elevator doors open on my floor. Desperation claws inside me. My hands burn with it, the desperate urge to pull her behind the door and let all the restrained fire engulf us both.
But there’s a show I have to maintain.
Chapter 32
Salvario
I unlock the door and push it open. She steps inside, eyes roaming.Bruno follows, Rosie still on his back. I lock up behind us. He trots in and deposits her on the carpet.
“It’s small and cozy,” she says, glancing around.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Water.”
I remove my jacket and toss it onto the couch, then head for the kitchen. She trails behind me. I fill a glass and hand it to her. She accepts it, lifting it to herlips. My gaze slides between her eyes and the place where her mouth meets the rim.
“Hungry?” The word comes out rough.
She shakes her head and steps closer.
“Why don’t you show me around?” Her voice has gone thin, strained.
“There’s not much to see.” I hold her gaze.
She parts her lips, but I press my finger to them.
“This is the living room.”
I pull off my gloves, then reach for the zipper of her jacket. She smiles.
“It’s warm in here. Can I leave my jacket?”
I slip it off her shoulders.
“Sure.”
I set it on the counter.
Then I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom door. “And this,” I say, opening it and stepping aside, “is my bedroom.”
I close the door behind us, grab the back of her neck, and pull her into me—crashing my mouth to hers. She parts her lips, and we meld together, her mouth moving against mine.
I tilt her face, sucking the soft fullness of her lips from all sides. I feast on her lips hungrily, my teeth and lips careful not to bite too hard. She matches my frenzy, sucking and biting, our breaths tangled and racing until we can’t breathe.
I place my other hand on her back and draw her up, holding her tightly against me. My dick throbs and twitches against her pelvis. The hunger isn’t fading; it’s only growing. I want to consume her completely. Devour her. Merge with her until there’s no telling where I end and she begins.
I slide my tongue into her mouth. She pulls me down harder, her fingernails scraping against my scalp.
Her tongue strokes mine. I groan into her mouth, sucking her lower lip harder. She moans, grinding against me. The pressure in my balls tightens, my cock straining as if ready to shatter.
She pulls back. I let her.
“I’m about to faint.” Her voice is breathless. “This is too much.” Then she kisses me again.
I kiss her back with ferocious hunger. I lift her, carry her to the bed, and don’t leave her lips for a single second.
