Page 80 of When She Loves
I stand up and anchor one hand on the desk beside her, my wrist brushing against her waist. Her hooded eyes meet mine. I lean down and claim her lips.
For her sake, I hold myself back. The kiss starts off slow and mellow. She’s relaxed after she just came so beautifully for me, and her body melts against mine.
I cup her breast and groan into her mouth when I realize she’s not wearing a bra. Her back arches as I tweak her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. The thought of finally being able to explore her body for as long as I wish weakens my knees.
This fucking woman.
She breaks the kiss when I lower my hand to her damp inner thigh and cup her bare pussy. Her eyelids flutter, and her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. I grab the back of her head and kiss her again.
This time, it’s not gentle. I tug and bite and thrust my tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it against her own. She doesn’t back down.
She kisses me back.
Intense. Needy. Perfect.
Slowly, I push one finger back inside of her. She makes a surprised noise that I really want to hear again, but before I can get anywhere with that, a buzzing sound cuts through the air.
I glance down at where my phone is lying on the desk behind Cleo. The screen shows Nero’s name.
Why the fuck is he calling me this late?
I don’t care. Whatever it is, he can deal with it. But it keeps fucking buzzing.
I tear my mouth away from Cleo with a groan. “Fuck. I have to take this.” I grab the device and bring it to my ear.
Cleo’s eyes widen. “Are you serio—”
“What is it?” My fingers are still inside my wife’s pulsating cunt. I nestle the phone between my shoulder and my ear and press a hand over Cleo’s mouth.
She shakes her head, bucking against me, but I pin her to the desk with my thigh.
“We need you at 37 Ringold. Caught another Bratva fucker sniffing around a construction site.”
I curl my fingers inside of Cleo, pressing against her G-spot, and she stops fighting. She makes a muffled moan against my hand.
“Who’s with you?” I remove my hand from her mouth, grab my phone, and mute it. “Are you going to come for me again,tesoro?”
Cleo’s green eyes flash with outrage, but there’s enough lust in her gaze to almost mask it.
“Jeremy and Vinny. We think this guy might be a higher-up. Someone might come looking for him soon.”
Irritation buzzes beneath my skin. I don’t want to go torture this fuck. I want to drive my cock inside my wife’s tight cunt and hear her moan my name. I want to make her mine. I unmute the phone and put my hand back over Cleo’s mouth. My fingers thrust in and out of her, hitting just the right spot. Her eyelashes flutter. She digs her nails into my biceps.
“Are you coming?” Nero asks.
“I was about to until you called,” I say under my breath. Cleo snorts against my palm.
“What’s that? Can’t hear you.”
Honestly, fuck my life.
“Yes. I’ll be there,” I snap. I’m a don, not a teenage boy. I can wait a bit longer.
I hang up the call and press my thumb against Cleo’s swollen clit. She grinds her hips against me, her body seeking its release. My hand moves from her mouth to tangle with her hair. “Come for me,tesoro,” I growl. “Let me see it.”
She sobs, her green eyes hooded. “Oh fuck.” And then she tosses her head back and rides her climax, wave after wave.
I stare at her, drinking it all in. The drama of her orgasm plays out across her pretty face, and I can’t look away.
