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My hips buck before I can stop them, and Dominic shoots me a warning glare. This is our game. I try to remain still while he pleasures me. He gets off on the control the rule gives him, and, well, I just get off.

I groan when his hot mouth latches onto me, and his velvety tongue swipes against the bundle of nerves that will make me come undone. His moan vibrates against me, making my head fall back.

As he slips two fingers inside my entrance, his tongue traces circles, building my anticipation. My thighs ache to squeeze together and trap him between them, but I fight the urge and force myself to remain open for his ministrations.

Inside me, he curls upward, placing pressure perfectly where I need it. My chest heaves with my heavy pants, and I call out his name.

“Oh, God, I’m so close.” My core tightens as tingles of pleasure ignite in my lower abdomen.

Determined, Dominic sucks and curls, his hooded hazel eyes finding my amber ones as he swipes a final time, and I cascade over the cliff I’m teetering on.

My entire body tenses before I fall, and wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

Dominic gives me lazy licks so I can ride out every ounce of my orgasm, before pulling back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fucking delicious.” He smirks, hands falling to his belt and the buckle snapping open with the flick of his wrist. “I’m going to come so hard inside you,bellissima. You’re going to feel me everywhere.”

I grin, grabbing his tie and tugging him toward me. “That’s a promise you better keep.”

As his mouth crashes against mine, I hold tight, ready to take him on.

Chapter 6

Dominic

“I’ve spoken to the artistic director at Cirque Du Soleil,” Natalie says, bouncing on her toes. “They said they would be happy to send some performers over for the grand opening.”

I settle into my desk chair, accepting the list of acrobatic displays Natalie has planned for the gala at my new hotel, Pharaoh’s Temple. We’re one month from our grand opening, which will be the year’s most exclusive party. I am only inviting the who’s who of Las Vegas to our soiree. Celebrities and politicians, the highest rollers in the Tariello casinos, and of course, my friends and rivals, just to rub in my success.

“I’ve ordered linens, everything in black and gold,” Natalie continues. “Leo mentioned you have some artifacts you’d like to display.”

I attempt to hide my smirk behind my fist as I glance at my adviser in a chair across from me.

Sure, I have artifacts. Plenty of items—that were obtained on the black market and may cause problems if they suddenly appear at my casino.

“I’ll take a look and see what I can find.” I indicate for Natalie to continue.

She rocks on her heels, folders full of designs clenched to her chest. “That’s about it. I think this event is going to be amazing, Dominic. Thank you so much for giving me a chance to plan it. I’ve been hoping to branch out to party planning, and this is the perfect way to kick-start that part of my career.”

“You’ll always have a home with the Tariello Corporation.” I stand, reaching across the desk to shake her hand. “I’ve been nothing but impressed with your work, Natalie.”

Her grin widens, creases forming at the corners of her eyes. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate hearing that.”

Lifting a shoulder, I dismiss her admiration. “Leo will show you out.”

Leo stands, beaming with pride for his girlfriend. He curls an arm around her waist as he leads her toward my office door. I chuckle when he whispers in her ear, causing a pink hue to color her cheeks. With a stolen kiss, he flicks her nose and sends her on her way.

“You’re truly sickening, you know that?” I ask as he closes the door behind her.

“Aren’t all men in love?” Leo sinks back into his chair as another man, who’s been lurking in the back of the room, takes the spot beside him.

“I’m not like that with Sadie,” Lucas says, earning scoffs from Leo and me.

“No?” Leo quirks a brow. “Wasn’t that you last week whispering sweet nothings in Sadie’s ear when we were all trying to enjoy dinner at Trattoria Palermo?”

I laugh at the memory from a few nights ago at my great-uncle Salvatore’s Italian restaurant. I could barely enjoy thefamily-style meal. Lucas had Sadie nearly on his lap as they canoodled—a serious feat with her growing belly.

“How’s the pregnancy coming along?” I ask.