But I can’t bring myself to care about his pain, not when I’m too busy being fascinated by what she’s becoming.
My intercom buzzes. “Mr. Ricci? Miss DeLuca is here to see you.”
I jump, my knee slamming into the bottom of my desk. Cursing, I press down on the button. “Send her up,” I order, clearing my throat so my voice doesn’t sound so husky.
I close the video and try to compose myself, but my heart is still racing with equal parts arousal and anticipation.
The door opens, and Bianca steps inside wearing a fitted white shirt and black dress pants.
The color makes her pale skin luminous and brings out the gray in her blue eyes.
Her dark hair falls in loose waves over one shoulder, and there’s something different in the way she moves.
It’s more confident, predatory almost.
But it’s the look in her eyes that stops me.
There’s a satisfaction there, a dark pleasure that wasn’t there before.
Like she’s discovered something about herself that she likes.
I stand immediately, my chair rolling back as I move around the desk. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
Before she can answer, before she can say a word, I’m crossing the distance between us in three quick strides.
My hands frame her face and I’m kissing her against the door in desperate hunger.
She gasps into my mouth, her hands immediately fisting in my shirt to pull me closer.
The kiss is electric and desperate.
When her tongue meets mine, I groan against her lips, pressing her back against the solid wood.
“Alessandro,” she breathes when we break apart, both of us breathing hard.
“I watched the video,” I admit roughly, my forehead resting against hers. “Goddamn, Bianca. What you did in there…”
Her pupils dilate, and that satisfied smile curves her lips again. “Did you like what you saw?”
The question sends heat straight to my dick, and I have to grip the doorframe beside her head to maintain some semblance of control.
“I’ve never seen anything more arousing in my life,” I tell her honestly before I kiss her hard again.
Her lips part instantly and she doesn’t resist me at all.
She just gives in and it’s glorious to feel her all warm and pliable andalive.
I tug her up and sideways so she’s on her toes and straddling one of my hips.
I can feel her heat through our two sets of pants and it’s driving me fucking crazy.
Bianca huffs out a laugh. “Don’t you want to hear from me how it went?”
I start undoing the buttons on Bianca’s shirt. “Yes. Hearing it from your lips will get me even fucking harder.”
Bianca’s cheeks warm before her breath hitches as I press an open-mouthed kiss to her sternum.
I reach around to undo one more button and there is a merciful god in heaven because her bra clasps in the front and I unhook it.
