“Fucking close,” Brando agreed, “but we’ll be closer. We won’t go far. We’ll take the steps down to the water right outside. Fish from there. Men are swarming this place.”
“My wife’s feeling? Scarlett’s feeling?”
My wife.
A feeling rolled through me then like a rushing wave of water inside of me. It stole my breath even at the thought of it.
“All good, or you know I wouldn’t be stepping foot even in this office,” Brando said. “Your wife agrees with this feeling.”
Romeo blinked at me, probably attempting to control his humor at the fucking ridiculous fishhook hat he had set on my head. “You’re only doing this once,fratello—it is real this time. Your wife wants you to have this.”
Her no-rules policy when it came to our feelings. Did her law state that we extend those feelings to times such as these?
I was thinking yes, and as my brother was prone to say,Fuck me.
My life had become completely reliant on rules—if it had not been for them, during the end of my relationship with Rosaria, I would have been fucking lost on stormy seas, no direction to take. However, in that moment, I remembered a time when my passionate heart had spoken to me, allowing feelings to move in and out of me without a thought from my mind.
Naturale.
The way I was with Amora in and out of the bedroom.
As if my heart had summoned her, she appeared outside of the office door.
“Knock, knock, knock.” She pretended to hit the wood, peeking her head in.
The smile on my face was uncontrollable. She wore a ridiculoushat as well. One that said “master fisherwoman,” but it was pink.
She grinned back at me. “We match!”
“We do.” I nodded.
Our eyes connected from across the room, and it was as if the power in mine moved her toward me. Brando said he would give us a minute, and with my brothers following in line, closed the door without a noise behind them.
“Hi,” she whispered, gazing up into my eyes.
“Amora,” I matched her tone, caressing her face.
“I’m really digging that hat, Fausti.” She straightened it on my head. “Now all you have to do is rip out of that suit and wear clothes your skin can breathe in while you catch me dinner with your brothers.”
I ran a tender hand up and down her arm, and she closed her eyes, shivering. She was so fucking sensitive to my touch. My cock was already hard at the mere sight of her, but when she responded to me as she did, it made me feel as if it would rip through my skin if I could not be inside of her.
“Tell me, are you breathing, Amora,” I whispered.
“Barely.” I felt the soft breath escape from her parted lips.
I lifted her from the floor and set her on the desk. She reached for my pants as I lifted her dress around her thighs, removing her lacy underwear. The sweet smell of her desire wafted under my nose, and I breathed it in as if it was lifesaving air.
She whimpered, jutting her hips up, already craving the friction between us. Her hands were on my arms, and she tightened her grip on my muscles, demanding I feel how badly she needed this.
If we could not connect, we would both die in each other’s arms.
“Amora,” I barely got out, my breath already stolen from just watching how beautiful she was.
Her cheeks were tinged with a delicate blush. Her were lips parted, her breaths coming in pants. Her breasts were rising andfalling with the rhythm of her stuttering heart. Her thighs were open to me, inviting me inside, herficasoaked and ready for me. When I entered her, I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
She hissed out a breath before she made the sweetest, softest noise for me. Her grip on me grew tighter, as if she had to release the tension inside of her on me.
She was putting her love on me.
