“Say it.”
A battle wages inside me, but I lose.
“Y... yes,” I get out.
Angelo jerks my hips forward, dragging me closer before burying his face between my thighs.
He devours me.
His tongue flicks, his lips seal around my clit, sucking, teasing. Reminding me of how he worked me up to sex. Fuck, this is the best argument he’s used against me.
Angelo doesn’t tire.
He doesn’t stop.
His tongue keeps working me, relentless, precise—lapping, teasing, demanding.
His fingers spread me wider, leaving me open, exposed, every lick deeper, hotter, more consuming.
The pleasure builds, sharp and unbearable, until my legs start to shake.
I don’t want to come for him. I want to prove I can hold out. I don’t care if it’s pointless, I can’t let him own me like this. I havesomepride. Angelo, however, has raw determination and he’s so damn good at this.
Even when I break, when I shatter for him, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, keeps feasting on me, making me moan and gasp until I slip and fall into his lap. We stare at one another, his lips shiny from my wetness.
“You’re not leaving in the morning. You’ll leave tomorrow night because you need a break for more than sleep, then you’re coming back, Luisa,” he says.
My head is so foggy. I want to agree, but instead, I push his chest. “If I could walk away right now, I would.”
“Stay.”
He breathes the word against my lips, then kisses me—slow, deep, deliberate.
“You want to. Let yourself want it. Let yourself want me.”
For a moment, I do.
I kiss him back, soft, lingering—dangerous.
Then I force myself to pull away.
I have to stop this. Even though my legs feel like jelly, I make myself stand, make myself move.
I step out of the shower, grabbing a towel. “I’m going to bed.”
“Luisa.” His voice is steady, but there’s something rough underneath it. “I didn’t seduce you to undermine you. I thought about it, but...”
He exhales. “Just leave tomorrow night and come back the next morning. That’s all I’m asking. Then I won’t tell anyone that we?—”
“I’ll always have to worry about it.”
I cut him off, my voice tight, final. Then I turn and hurry out, shutting him down before he can say anything else. Ashamed of myself. Annoyed that I don’t want to sleep in my own damn room. Bothered that I ever let this happen at all.
In the morning,I linger in my room. I don’t want to see Angelo.
I’ve had time to think, but I still can’t see myself turning him down again.
The sex is good, that’s true, but the way he views me, the shit he says ... that’s the damning part.
