“Wait.” She held onto my shoulders as I positioned myself at her core.
“Having second thoughts?”
“No. I want this. I’ve just ne—”
That was all the approval I needed. I shoved forward and buried myself deep inside her. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she squeaked. Her face screwed up in a wince, and her whole body stiffened against me. But her pussy, good god. So tight. So fucking amazing. I’d forgotten how good this felt.
I rocked back and forth slowly until her body loosened. Until her grip on my shoulders retracted and her fingers locked around my nape. Until her features relaxed into enjoyment.
“That’s it,” I told her, now pounding a relentless rhythm into her. She tilted her hips to meet my every thrust. So damn good. Exactly what I needed. The desk items jolted and slid, and the champagne bottle thumped onto its side. “Take me, like the naughty little minx you are.”
I needed this like I needed to breathe. It’d been so long. When the knot of tension built up in my groin, I sped up. When it crested in my cock, I plunged my way through harder. It beat out of me, exploding in heavy pulses, swarming me in a rare bliss of calm and peace. Yet my cock remained hard, practically begging for round two. One bout of pleasure wasn’t enough, not after everything I’d been through.
I heaved over her body. Sweat gleamed between her breasts, and those dark-pink nipples, set against the slightest flush on her pale skin, peaked in my direction. They were asking to be suckled. I bent over and took one into my mouth, gently rocking back and forth into her.
“Touch me,” she practically mewled.
“Boss?” A knock followed Rico’s voice. The woman in my arms reeled back. “You in there? I’m coming in.”
“Come in here, and I’ll cut your balls off.”
A throat cleared on the other side of the closed door. “Right. Everyone’s waiting. The boss, I mean the underboss, asked me to come get you.”
“Give me five. I’ll be out soon,” I called out as I pulled out of the woman beneath me.
Without fanfare, I tugged off the condom and tied it off. A thin streak of blood coated it. I must have been a little rougher than I thought. As I tossed it in the trash, she sat up, arms over her breasts, watching me. Did I really have to tell her to move on to her next customer? I tugged a contract from beneath her weight, pages bent and in disarray, and adjusted the pages. She still didn’t move.
“You should clean up and go home.”
“That…that’s it?”
“As it should be. We fucked. You’re a good time. Now I have other shit to do.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Disappointment lined her features, a stark contrast to her seductive face earlier.
“Have some champagne before you go.”
She glanced at the bottle at the edge of my desk dispassionately. “Go downstairs with me.”
“Sorry,civetta,”—minx—“I don’t flaunt my whores.”
She snorted a soft chuckle, her face twisted in disbelief. “Your whore? That’s what you think I am? That’s what you think this was?” She shook her head, face in her hands. “Don’t answer that. Wow, just wow. Way to talk about things going sideways. I’m an idiot. I really, really am. I thought for a second there that you saw me, but I guess now that you’re out, I’m just another warmhole for you to fuck. You’re an asshole, Renzo Iannelli. A real fucking asshole.”
“Tell me something new.”
“I got dressed up. I put myself out there. I thought…I’ve never felt so cheap.” Her eyes glossed. “That wasn’t worth it. You’re not worth it. And just so you know, you’re a lousy fucking lay. Next time you’re with a woman, maybe look up how to find her clit, jackass.”
“Not worth the effort.”
Shock froze her features momentarily before she scrambled to collect her things. Her attempt to pretend she was upset was amusing. She huffed and scoffed and muttered to herself, jostling her dress up her body as I adjusted my suit and smoothed out the creases.
“Where the hell is my underwear?” she groused, stomping and rushing through the space like an angry honey badger. She bent over, peering under furniture, affording me a great view of her perfectly round and tempting ass, stretching her dress. A pity there wasn’t time for another round. My cock eagerly pulsed against my zipper, begging to take her from behind and drive her down hard onto the floor. Finally, she tossed her arms in the air. “Fuck it. Take it as a souvenir of what you’ll never get again.”
“Never say never,” I called after her with a smirk.
With her middle finger proudly on display over her head, she slammed the door on her way out.
