Bianca mewls and presses her hips closer to my face. “No! Whatever you do,don’t stop.”
I laugh and lean back in, sliding my tongue across her.
Inserting my fingers again, I crook them and she jerks and bites her lip.
With her leg hooked over my shoulder, the angle’s good and I can get my hand in on the action even better.
I meant it when I said I never want to hear Dominic Calabrese’s name cross her lips when we’re together.
I can feel myself getting angry and Iknow—Iknowit’s not healthy or sane or safe to bring anger into sex, but this is Bianca all slick and hot and salty-sweet in my mouth, and I’ve never been anything besides dangerous when she’s involved.
And I just want towreckher. Not knowing where she was today scared the shit out of me. I felt powerless.
Bianca brings a hand up to bite down on her thumb, her hips arching up. “Fuck, Alessandro!”
I look up at her face and—ohyeah. I sit up off my heels, get my other hand around the nape of her neck and pull her so that her face is inches from mine. “You’re gonna come for me, huh?” I whisper against her mouth.
I go deep, fast, and rough with it and she grits her teeth.
Bianca’s grip on me is iron but the muscles in her legs are shaking.
“Come on, Bianca,” I coax, “do it?—”
She’s so close. I can feel it in the way she’s breathing fast and getting tight and her sweet smell of hers has gotten a little musky and it’s so nice and she’s going to come for me, right—rightnow?—
She presses her face into the side of my neck and comes, hard.
Goddamn, this is up there with the most amazing moments of my life: Bianca coming on my hand, dewed with sweat and whimpering against my throat as I work her over.
I can feel each wave as it hits, leaving her trembling.
When she finally breaks, she makes a noise that sounds a little like my name and a little like a sob, and I feel like a goddamn king.
I rub circles into the back of her neck as she comes down, her quick breaths hot on my skin.
Eventually, she makes a sound of discomfort and nudges my forearm and I know to slide my fingers out of her, change my grip, and tug her down onto my thighs.
My knees creak with relief as I take my weight off them to sit back on the floor.
She straddles my hips and keeps her face buried in my shoulder.
She tucks her arms in against my chest and I breathe, ignoring my aching cock as I run a hand gently up and down her spine.
The aftermath settles around us, and suddenly I’m thinking about how fucking helpless I felt today.
Sitting in my office, knowing she was facing something dangerous alone, unable to do anything but mobilize men who couldn’t help anyway.
“When Dominic called,” I say quietly, my voice still rough, “when he told me you were already in there without me…I’ve never felt so powerless in my life.”
She shifts slightly against me, listening.
“I kept thinking about all the ways it could go wrong. What if they pushed you too far? What if you broke down?” I swallow, finding the words hard to get out of my mouth. “What—what if something happened and I wasn’t there to—” I stop, realizing how that sounds.
“To what? Save me?” There’s something sharp in her voice.
“No.Godno. That’s not…” I run my free hand through my hair, frustrated with my own inability to articulate this. “I watched the video, Bianca. You didn’t need saving. I know I’ve said this before but you were fucking magnificent.”
The truth of it hits me as I say it. “I was terrified something would happen to you, and I realized it wasn’t just because we’re partners or because I’m supposed to protect you. It was becausethe thought of losing you—reallylosing you—would destroy me.”
