“Venezio…”
“Yeah, babe?” I asked, my hands on her ass.
“Fuck me.”
It was wrong.
She didn’t know who I was, not really.
If she knew, she would never want to have sex with me.
But she was straddling me, her pussy was wet, her eyes were full of need.
How could I say no to her?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Stephanie
I never imagined I would be someone panting and begging for sex in a public place with a man I barely knew.
I couldn’t even blame the champagne because I hadn’t had that much to drink—just enough to feel a little warm and less stressed about reaching out to potential donors.
It was just… him.
I’d been fantasizing about this since I’d met Venezio.
Was it a bad idea?
Probably.
But I didn’t care.
Not when I was straddling him. Not when I could feel his hard length pressed against me. Not when his hungry eyes were looking at me with an intensity that made my heart swoop.
I could see the moment he decided to act on my demand. His brows drew lower, his lids got heavier, and a muscle ticked in his jaw.
Then his hand was on the back of my neck, roughly pulling me in, making our lips crash together in a rough, almost brutal kiss.
The lack of control sent goosebumps across my skin as my hips dropped down instinctively, the center of me pressed hard against the tip of his cock.
Venezio was all tongue and teeth and lips as his hands slid under my skirt to sink into my ass, using it to rock me against him over and over.
When I moaned against his lips, his fingers tightened on my neck, using it to drag me back.
His eyes were molten on mine as he rocked his hips upward, dragging a deep groan out of me.
His hands moved then, gathering my skirt, then pulling it up, up, until I had no choice but to raise my arms so he could free the material.
I shivered at the sudden chill as he draped the dress over the arm of the couch before his hands were on me again. They sank into the flesh over my hips as he sucked in a breath so deep his chest shook.
Only after did his hands glide up my sides, over my ribs, his touch creating little sparks of need that had my belly flipping and my sex tightening. They moved inward, working the clasps of my strapless bra free, then dropping it down on the cushion beside him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, head shaking as his gaze lowered, taking me in.
Then his hands were moving up my sides again before closing over my breasts.
My head fell back with a whimper as my hips rocked against him again.
