Page 112 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
Instead of answering, I pull her out of her seat and into my lap. She’ll be gone soon, but for now, she’s here with me, and I’m selfish enough to take everything she’s willing to give me and more.
She wraps her arms around my shoulder and burrows her face into my neck. “I love the smell of your cologne,” she whispers into my ear. “It makes me crazy.”
Widening my legs, I shift her over to the right one. She coils one arm around my neck and looks at me expectantly, waiting to see what I’ll do. When I part her thighs and cup her pussy under her skirt, she lets out a gasp. “You’re not done eating,” she breathes.
“No, I’m not.” I brush my lips over her cheek. “But I have a craving for something very particular.”
I nudge her underwear aside and dip a finger inside of her. Her abundant wetness coats my skin, and her breathing grows ragged. “What are—”
I take the finger out and bring it to my mouth and suck it clean. Her taste makes my cock jerk. Fuck, she’s so damn sweet. She watches me with hooded eyes, her expression growing hazy with lust.
We’re interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
Martina hears it and tries to get off me, but I hold her in place. “Stay,” I command. Allegra and Tommaso would know better than to come here after I gave them the night off. It can only be Polo.
Maybe he needs a reminder of who Martina belongs to.
He appears in the entryway moments later. His eyes take inventory of the scene before him, and then his gaze clashes with mine. He can’t see my hand up Martina’s skirt—the table’s blocking it—but just the sight of her in my lap is enough to make his eyes narrow.
I tip my chin up,an arrogant smirk on my lips that’s meant to remind him of his place. “I heard you sustained an injury today.”
His lips twitch in a failed attempt at a smile. “An injury is too generous of a term. It’s nearly back to normal now.”
I trail my fingers up Martina’s inner thigh. “I gave Allegra and Tommaso the night off.”
“I heard.”
And yet you’re here.
Martina sucks in a harsh breath when my fingers slide into her underwear again. She drops her hand to my forearm and squeezes, signaling for me to stop, but instead, I inch inside of her wet heat.
“Can I help you with anything?” I ask.
Polo’s nostrils flare. “I wanted to thank Martina for taking care of Sophia today.”
“She was happy to do it.” I insert another finger inside of her, and she digs her nails into me. “Isn’t that right,piccolina?”
Her wide eyes stare at me, and her face is flushed with an embarrassed kind of arousal. “Yes,” she chokes out.
I flick my gaze back to Polo just in time to see his jaw clench.
“Was there anything else, Polo?”
“No.”
“Then we’ll see you tomorrow. Be careful with that ankle.”
His eyes darken for a brief moment before he turns around and leaves without another word.
“What was that?” Martina pants once he’s gone. “Gio, do you think he saw?”
I curl my fingers and work a moan out of her. “No. All he saw is you sitting on my lap and looking very happy to be there.”
Her head tips back as I roll my thumb over her clit, but she brings it back up. “You’re crazy. He’s never going to look at me the same after that little incident.”
“I don’t want him looking at you at all. I don’t wantanyonelooking at you.”
She groans and repeats, “Crazy.”
