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Her hands snake around my neck and pull my mouth to hers as my cock presses against her hot center. She is going to feel so fucking good.
“You want my cock in you?” I ask
“Yes.”
“Tell me,” I say, pushing her a little. “Tell me how much you want to be fucked.”
Her eyes narrow, like she’s trying to grab a memory or piece something together. “I…”
“Tell me, Olivia,” I demand, as I rub the tip of my cock over her clit.
Her eyes roll. “Oooh, yes.” I pull my dick away, and her body tightens. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
Her hips lift, and her mouth opens and closes, like she’s trying to say something but can’t. For a brief moment I wonder if she’s holding back on me. Maybe she is into all this. Then again, maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers.
“You want my cock in that sweet pussy?” I ask, keeping the dirty talk as tame as I can.
“Yes,” she cries out.
“Tell me.”
“I…I want your cock inside me.”
My hips jerk forward, and I enter her. As her muscles squeeze, I gather a breath, working not to thrust hard, drive my cock all the way inside her. Feeling edgy, a little out of control, I give her another inch and press my mouth to hers. Rough with demand, I shove my tongue inside and twist my fingers in her hair. Her skin is burning hot as I crush my chest to hers. Hard nipples scrape my flesh, and I move against her as I claim her body, take possession of her.
Once I’m seated inside, her sex squeezing so nicely, I tap her legs. “Put them around my back.” She obliges and her hot cunt takes me in deeper. “Fuck that’s good.” So good I know I’m not going to last long. I pull out and slam home, and my body buzzes with need, wanting to crawl inside her and stay there forever. I power into her, and she meets and welcomes each thrust. We fall into a familiar rhythm, like we hadn’t been apart for two long years.
My cock is so fucking hard and she is so goddamn hot and wet, it’s all I can do to hang on. I press a kiss to her throat and pull out, only to sink back into her wet heat. Her body trembles, and she grows slicker with each stroke. I slam my pelvis against her clit, and she opens her mouth, but no sound comes. I do it again, knowing exactly what she needs. This time, she cries out my name as she comes around my cock.
“Gio,” she says as her pussy clenches my shaft, and derails my ability to think…to breathe.
Her body milks my cock, driving me toward an explosion. Pressure builds and comes to a peak, and I throw my head back, savoring the moment. Blood pulsing hot, I come high inside her, and her thighs squeeze my sides. I collapse on top of her, and her hand slides around my body, stroking gently. Fuck, I don’t even have my shorts all the way off, and I stuck my finger in her ass. Jesus Christ, what were you thinking, dude?
A moment passes, and I inch back to see her. Tenderness rushes over me, and I feel a flash of possession as I look into her sated eyes. Jesus Christ, what the hell was I thinking? After tasting her again, there is no fucking way I’ll have the strength to walk away a second time.
But how can I keep her here and keep the darker side of me hidden?
How can I not?
Chapter Six
Olivia
“So this is where the magic happens,” I say as I step into Gio’s office, just off the lobby in the main castle. I look at his desk and all the papers strewn about. He always was a bit messy, but this is complete chaos. He definitely needs someone to help organize him. I walk behind the desk and start stacking the files, putting them in order.
He follows me and presses his chest to my back. His warm breath caresses the shell of my ear when he says, “It’s not the only place.”
His voice, and the reminder of the magic in the bedroom last night, teases the hungry spot between my legs. You’d think I’d be sated after consummating our marriage, but no, it left me craving him again…craving more.
Someone clears their throat at the door, and my head jerks up to see Mr. Hottie, or rather, Luca, standing there, his dimples prominent as he
grins at us. Visions of him and his lover come racing back and a quiver races down my spine. Then I suddenly remember exactly who Luca is—Gio’s best friend. Of course, that’s why he was at the wedding ceremony. Gio used to talk about him all the time. I hadn’t put two-and-two together until just now.
Feet crossed at the ankles, he’s leaning against the doorframe, looking relaxed and sexy as hell. “Am I interrupting?”
