“Excuse me while I visit the restroom,” I announce when Angelo’s companion draws a breath. Angelo frowns, knowing he can’t leave without appearing rude. So he nods at Kane, who hovers nearby.
“Let me escort you, Mrs. Di Rossi,” Kane says with a twinkle in his eye. We’ve not had anyqualitytime together since wereturned from Scotland. I have a feeling Angelo is keeping him extremely busy on purpose.
“Be quick, darling, the auction starts in fifteen minutes,” Angelo tells me.
“Of course,darling,” I reply with a bright, sarcastic smile, intending to take as long as possible.
My feet are killing me in these shoes. Heels and I are not friends. How Fina copes with wearing fucking heels all day is beyond me. The woman must have steel-plated feet.
Kane stands guard outside the bathroom with its vaulted ceiling, Italian marble counters, and gold-plated faucets while I waste time. When I finally emerge, he grabs my hand and tugs me down a corridor, away from the main casino floor.
I’m too startled to ask why.
The office door closes with a resounding click. Before I can take in my surroundings, Kane has me pressed up against the wall. He devours my mouth with a feral growl, like we’ve been apart for months. Like he might die if he doesn’t taste my lips in the next five seconds.
Honestly, the feeling is mutual. While Luka has been in my bed more times than I can count over the last three weeks, I can’t help but crave Kane too.
Does that make me a slut?
Thanks to the champagne fizzing in my veins, I don’t care.
Our tongues duel as his hand slides up my thigh, taking full advantage of the slit in the dress fabric.
“Fuck, kitten, I’ve missed you,” he groans when we finally break apart for some much-needed oxygen.
“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” I’m slightly ashamed of the petulant note in my voice. Needy isn’t normally one ofmy personality traits. I’ve never been a demanding woman who can’t bear to be apart from her man.
“Angelo’s had me chasing down leads all over the state.” He doesn’t elaborate on what he means by leads, and I don’t ask. “Besides, you’ve been pretty busy with Luka.” The smirk reassures me he’s not jealous, which is a relief. Having to choose between them would be impossible.
“Have you been watching us?” His hand slips between my thighs, and I moan. I’m aching and wet, and when he discovers for himself how wet I am, he sinks to his knees.
“Damn right I’ve been watching. Every time he fucks you, I pretend it’s me sinking my cock into your sweet pussy.” He pushes my dress up my legs before he lifts one ankle and rests it on his broad shoulder. “Now be a good girl and stay quiet so we don’t attract attention.”
It doesn’t take long for me to come. Before I’ve finished riding out my orgasm, he unzips his pants and thrusts inside me. We fuck like the world is about to end. Hell, it could have ended and neither of us would have noticed.
Music and voices drift through the door. Angelo is probably wondering where the fuck I am, but before the thought can fully form, Kane yanks my bodice down and latches on to my breast.
Mindless pleasure obliterates common sense. Kane’s dick stretches me, pushing me closer to a second orgasm. When his mouth finds mine again, I can taste myself on his lips and smell my arousal in his neatly trimmed beard.
I love the idea he’ll walk back out of this room smelling of my pussy.
He grinds into me, rubbing my clit harder, and I fall apart with a gasp.
“Fuck, I can’t come inside you,” he groans with a pained expression as my pussy squeezes him. It’s a good job one of us is thinking because I’m utterly dickmatized.
He pulls out of me with a grunt and pushes me to my knees. I take his cock inside my mouth, his hand gripping the back of my neck so tight it’s painful.
It takes only two more thrusts before he unleashes down my throat. There’s so much cum I struggle to swallow it all. Some leaks out and drips down my chin, splashing onto my exposed breasts.
Kane smiles as I lick my lips. Anyone looking at me now will know I’ve just been fucked within an inch of my life. If the cum stains on my dress don’t give me away, my ruined makeup will.
“I need to clean up!”
“Be quick, kitten. Angelo’s cursing me to hell and back.”
“He is?”Oh, I completely forgot. Kane has a small earpiece in. Angelo must be asking where we are.
“Five minutes.” Kane leads me back to the ladies’ bathroom, which is thankfully empty. I repair my lipstick, tidy my hair, and do a shit job of wiping away cum stains from my dress. At least it’s a dark shade of blue, so with a bit of luck, nobody will notice.
