And we do.
Our bodies move in sync, thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke—a dance made only for us. We come together again, trembling in each other’s arms, breathless and wrecked and whole.
But we don’t stop right away.
We slow.
Our bodies continue to move in easy, perfect time. His cock still nestled deep inside me, his hands mapping every inch of my skin like he’s committing it to memory.
We kiss—slow and reverent—as his fingers trace my ribs, my belly, my thighs.
I’ve never felt so full.
So safe.
So fucking loved.
And for the first time in my life, I don’t feel like I’m performing.
I feel like myself.
“Now,amore mio.”
He slowly slides out of me, his large, warm hand pushing me onto my hands and knees. He rubs my ass cheeks with reverence.
“Bear down.”
He kisses one cheek, then spanks the other, pulling a surprised grunt from me that turns into a moan. He palms myass, spreading me apart and blowing a cooling breath where he just destroyed me so fucking perfectly.
“Bear down and let me watch my cum drip from your slut ass.”
MONDAY MORNING.
The office hums softly around us—phones ringing, footsteps muffled on polished floors. Outside, sunlight filters through the wide windows, golden and calm. It doesn’t feel like a storm just passed. Doesn’t feel like the kind of week that rewired my entire life.
But I know better.
Inside the conference room, it’s just the three of us now—me, Dante, and Eve.
I stand near the window, sleeves rolled, coffee cooling on the table beside me. Dante lounges in one of the chairs, legs wide, toothpick dancing in the corner of his mouth and one arm slung along the backrest like he owns the room.
God, he looks fucking delicious.
And Eve—Eve stands at the head of the table like a goddamn general who already won the war. Cool. Composed. Dressed in Ledger red like blood never stains her.
“Contract’s complete,” she says. “Two weeks. Two clients. Results delivered.”
There’s a note of smug satisfaction in her voice—the kind she doesn’t need to flaunt. She’s already known the ending since the beginning.
“And murderer in custody.” Dante adds.
“That is a freebie, baby.” Eve winks.
Dante tips his head. “You make all your clients this happy?”
Eve doesn’t blink. “Only the ones I care about.”
He grins. I huff a quiet laugh.
