He moves his mouth to my other nipple and shoves his hand into my shorts, finding my clit. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmurs before he goes back to sucking on my breast. “Your body is so responsive to me.”
Between the nipple stimulation and the way he’s expertly massaging my clit, it doesn’t take long for me to come, hard and loud.
Of course, to prove his point, he doesn’t stop until I push him off me and try to sit up. But before I can get far, he’s shoving my cotton shorts and panties to the side and lifting me onto his hard cock.
“You feel this?” he asks as he helps me slowly sink down around him.
I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he stretches me, each barbell hitting my walls in the best way possible.
“We fit so perfectly together,” he says, his eyes locked with mine. His fingers bite into my flesh as he moves me up and down, fucking me from the bottom. “Move in with me, baby. I like you here, in my space … eating with you, reading to you, fucking you.”
He rocks his hips to emphasize his last point, and I gasp loudly, on the brink of orgasming again. He captures my mouth with his, the kiss filled with so much passion and desire that it’s like I can taste every word he’s not saying.
After we both find our release, he carries me to the bathroom to help me clean up, then to bed, where he wraps his arms around me from behind, holding me so tightly, it’s as if he’s afraid I might slip out of his grasp.
26
Daniella
“… and this is your office.”Lorenzo points to the plaque on the door that readsDaniella Russo, Vice President.
“Lorenzo,” I breathe, “you can’t give me that title. This is my first day.”
He chuckles. “It was given to you the moment you decided you wanted to be a part of the family business.”
“But won’t people be mad? I’m sure there are more qualified employees.”
I might’ve done several internships at various companies while I was in college, but my experience wouldn’t equal Vice President status.
“This is a private company,” he explains, opening the door so I can walk into my new office. “There are no board members or anyone to answer to. When Dad died, I stepped in as the president, and since you said you wanted to come to work for Russo once you graduated, I left the position open for you.”
Tears prick my eyes. “Thank you,” I choke out. “I promise I’m a quick study, and despite the crazy title, I know I have a lot to learn.”
“Since you seemed to do a lot with marketing at the companies you interned for, I was thinking you could start there. Patriceis the marketing director, and she can show you the ropes. You can sit in on meetings and learn about Russo Property Group. Once you feel comfortable, you can move on to another division.”
“That sounds amazing.”
“Perfect. Kathleen is our assistant …” His words trail off, and a frown mars his features briefly before he plasters on a fake smile. “She was recently promoted,” he continues, “but she’s worked for Russo for a long time, and she seems to be catching on quickly.”
“Hey.” I place a hand on my brother’s arm. “How are you doing with the whole Hillary thing?”
While what Enrique did was beyond fucked up, Hillary played a significant role in his scheme, so it must be hard for Lorenzo since he genuinely loved her and planned to marry her.
“I’m okay,” he says. “It was a lesson learned, one that I won’t be making again. Matteo always tells me that I let people in too easily, and now, I get why he doesn’t.”
I nod in understanding since I can relate. “I’m here if you need anything,” I tell him. “Not just here.” I wave my hand, indicating the company. “But as your sister.”
“I appreciate that,” he says with a soft smile. “I’ll get together with Patrice and let her know you’ll be spending some time with her team, and I’ll have her reach out to you so you two can talk. In the meantime, spend today getting situated. I’ve sent out a companywide email to welcome you home, so everyone is expecting you.
“Check out the different divisions and get a feel for Russo. As you know, this is our main headquarters, but we have thirty-five housing markets spread out across the East Coast.”
“Thank you.” I hug him. “I’m really glad to be here.”
“Maybe we can do lunch?” he asks once we’ve broken apart.
“I’d love that.”
“Good,” he says, heading for the door. “I hate that you never had a chance to work with Dad, but I’m so damn glad you’re here,Dani.”
