He wiped off the last drops with his fingertip, then pressed it against my lips. I sucked it in slowly.
As I reached for my bra and began slipping it on, I heard another question. “Tell me, what exactly did you practice with?”
“Anything that resembled a dick, but most of the time? A banana.”
He shook his head slowly. “Dear God… my cock must be traumatized. You practiced on a banana and then nearly blew me to pieces with those moves.” He paused, lips twitching. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
I got on my knees, moved closer, and placed my hands on his shoulders. “Oh, you know exactly how you feel. You love it.”
He smirked, returned the kiss, this time softer, then murmured, “You’re right. Though it’s a bit embarrassing to admit.”
“I like embarrassing things,” I teased.
“You’re a wicked little devil with no limits. And you’re not even warmed up yet.” He leaned in, eyes burning. “I can’t wait to see what kind of demon I unleash once I use my own methods to open up that sweet paradise of yours.”
I leaned closer, my lips brushing his ear. “A demon that’ll set your bed on fire,” I whispered, then gently bit his earlobe.
His hands flew to my ass, grabbing it hard. But before we could go further, the creak of the door interrupted everything. Carlo’s head whipped toward the sound. His voice turned vicious. “Shut the door. Don’t come in, or I’ll cut your cock off.”
From behind the half-open door, Maxim’s playful voice rang out. “Hurry it up, Boss. We’ve got work to do. And for the record, I’ve already seen the package on both of you.”
Shame washed over me. Oh God. He wasn’t lying. That first encounter, he’d definitely seen my bare breasts and made sure I knew what he thought of their size. But now, now I was certain he’d seen the rest, too. Probably at the hospital.
“I think I need to use my special methods to erase what you’ve seen from your memory. Now get lost before I gouge out those leering eyes of yours, Maxim,” Carlo barked at him.
Maxim’s snicker echoed through the hallway before the door clicked shut. Now that the lust and adrenaline from a few minutes ago had settled, a wave of embarrassment swept over me.
The thought that a few men had seen me like that made my stomach twist. I hurried to get dressed, but before I could slip my shirt on, Carlo caught my wrist and turned me around.
He looked at my face, flushed with embarrassment, and smirked. “I love how you still blush after everything I did to you… and everything you did to me. It’s pretty cute.”
“Don’t tease me,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze.
His tone softened. “Don’t let Maxim’s words get to you. He’s a perverted bastard. I’m pretty sure he even sees me as a pair of tits and ass sometimes.”
That made me laugh, despite myself. He went on. “But I have no doubt about his loyalty. Honestly, he might be the only person in this world I trust completely. If I told him to, he’d die for you. No hesitation. You can count on that.”
Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips before standing up, pulling on his pants, and walking out.
FIFTEEN
Emily
A week had slipped by since that night in the library. Every evening, Carlo pulled me into his arms like I was his favorite teddy bear, holding me close until we both drifted off. I wasn’t blind to the hard press of his arousal nudging against me, but he never pushed for more.
The fact that he denied himself, as if determined to make me grow used to his presence first, did something to me. It made me feel tethered to him in a way I couldn’t shake, pushing me to fight harder against the wall in my mind that stood between my body and his.
One night, after brushing and styling my hair, I stood in front of the full-length mirror. Slowly, I untied the belt of my robe, letting it fall open. I wanted to see myself the way Carlo saw me. My gaze drifted to my flat stomach, and I felt proud. All those workouts Jill had forced on me were paying off.
The door swung open and Carlo walked in. His eyes swept over me before that wicked grin curved his lips. I turned around fast, pulling the robe shut and stepping back. For every step he took toward me, I took one back, until my back hit the wall.
He planted both hands on the wall beside my head, pinning me in place. His body pressed in, heat radiating off him as he caged me completely. I bit down on my lower lip, trailing a hand across his chest, feeling the hard muscle flex beneath my fingers. He brushed my hair aside and buried his face in my neck.
“Your scent drives me crazy,” he whispered.
Then, without warning, he bit down on my shoulder. The shock made me gasp, but he lifted his head after a second, tongue slowly running over his lips.
“You taste delicious.”
