“What did you do?” I growled.
Amanda crossed her arms over her chest, not struggling away. She pursed her lips, refusing to give me an answer.
Leaning down, I traced a languid path over her hips and right to where the strips of hair had been ripped away. This groomed version of her was new, and I found myself enjoying the sight, even as I hated the reason.
“You did this for him?” I tapped my fingers against her bare pussy.
Amanda jerked back with a hiss. “I was overdue for the spa. But when my workload lightened, I found I had some free time to resume myregulargrooming schedule.”
Regular schedule….
The jealousy ebbed. She was here. With me. This was for my eyes only. The posh British fucker hadn’t seen this, hadn’t sampled her—he’d told me as much when I drugged him at the bar. The only thing they’d done was kiss. For that crime, he’d paid.
Amanda was mine.
Already, her arousal made the skin glisten. I slid my fingers through her folds, my mouth watering for a taste. As I rubbed her clit, Amanda arched with a broken, hoarse moan.
Dio, she was beautiful. Perfect in every way.
And mine to ruin.
I knelt and pressed my lips against her pussy. One flick of my tongue made her shudder. I slid my fingers low, pressing against her center. She moved, trying to meet my touch. With my other hand, I spread her legs wide. She was going to lie there and take everything I gave her.
“Enzo,” she whispered.
My name, the one she was only allowed to use, was a balm to my soul. One that I didn’t know I needed. As my tongue tortured her, I pressed two fingers into her channel. Cazzo, she was tight! The pressure of her body was a bolt of heat that shot straight to my dick. I curled my fingers inside her, making her moan.
Reaching down, I unzipped my slacks. Tugging my dick free, I pumped my fist over the length with hard strokes.
“I didn’t pack condoms,” she muttered.
Was that…disappointment in her voice?
“We don’t need them.” I continued to stroke deep inside her. “You’re on birth control, and we’re both clean.”
Amanda sucked in a sharp inhale and tried to sit up. “How do you know that?”
Removing my fingers, I pushed her down and chuckled. “Are you really surprised that I did my research?”
This time, she sounded grumpy. “No.”
Dropping my head once more, I licked her slowly.
“What—what are you doing?” Amanda struggled onto her elbows, gazing down.
I looked up at her, flicking my tongue against her clit. “Something the matter?”
Her eyes narrowed. “No, just wondering why you’re wasting time teasing us both.”
Funny. She didn’t seem to be bothered by the lack of a condom, either.
“Do you have a problem with foreplay?” I grazed my teeth against her sensitive flesh and buried my fingers deep inside her.
“Either let me come or fuck me,” she rasped and sat up a little bit more, pushing her hands through my hair and forcing my face down. “Butquitteasing us.”
I sucked hard and made her moan. It was adorable how she thought she was in charge. Those hands on my head, guiding me where she wanted my mouth. I French kissed her pussy longer, until her moans filled the room and her body tightened.
Right there.
