Which is insane. That’s the kind of thinking that gets men killed in my line of work, because attachment is weakness and weakness gets exploited.
But I can't stop thinking about the way her body fit against mine. The way she responded to my touch was like she'd been waiting for it her whole life. The way she looked at me, even through that mask, like I was exactly what she needed.
I check my watch. Eleven-thirty. If I leave now, I could be there by midnight.
I shouldn't go. I should stay here and work on the security reports that are due tomorrow, review the new protocols Dante wants implemented—literally anything other than chase after a woman who might not even show up. A woman who is only complicating my already complicated life.
But I'm already reaching for my jacket. I tell myself that I'll just go for one drink. If she's not there, I'll leave.
When I get there, I flash my card, make my way to the bar, and order whiskey, neat. The bartender pours it without comment, and I take up a position where I can see the entrance.
I tell myself I'm not waiting for her. I'm just here to unwind and have a drink, to remind myself that there's a world outside the Ciresa mansion and the constant, grinding pressure of wanting something I can't have.
But I'm lying. I'm waiting for her. And when she walks through that door at twelve-fifteen, my entire body goes still.
She's wearing a different dress tonight, but it’s just as fitted, highlighting every perfect curve of her body and making my palms itch to run my hands over her again. There's something different about the way she carries herself tonight—less hesitant and more certain. Like she made a decision and she's here to see it through.
The moment she sees me, it’s like an electric jolt. Just looking at her makes my cock start to swell.
She came back.
I set down my glass and start walking toward her before I can think better of it, and she meets me halfway. We stop a few feet apart, and for a moment neither of us speaks. We just look at each other, and I can see her chest rising and falling with quick breaths, can see the pulse fluttering at her throat.
"Valentina." It has to be a fake name. I want to know her real one. I want to know more about her; everything about her.
"Hi." Her voice is low and throaty. She wants me again, too, and just the sound of that need in her voice is enough to get me all the way hard. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I’m so stiff I’m aching.
"I didn't think I'd see you again."
"I didn't think I'd come back. But I still couldn't stop thinking about you."
The admission makes my chest tighten. I feel like I can’t fucking breathe.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you either.”
She licks her lips, and my cock throbs. “Upstairs?” she whispers.
I nod. “Upstairs.”
In the room, I can’t go slow this time. I can’t quite believe she came back, that I’m going to get to fuck her again. I should savor it, but instead I can’t get our clothes off fast enough, and I can tell she feels the same. I push her back onto the bed, kneeling down with one of her legs over my shoulder, and press my face between her thighs, hungry for another taste of her.
I’m already too close to the edge from the moment my tongue touches her clit. I’m so fucking hard it hurts. I reach for my cock, and the second my fingers brush it, I jerk my hand away. I’m going to come if I keep doing that. I?—
I push two fingers into her instead, desperate to feel her heat, her wetness. She’s so fucking soaked. She’s arching beneath me, moaning, coating my tongue with her arousal, and when she clenches around my fingers, pulsing rhythmically as she comes on my mouth, I fucking lose it.
Like I’m a goddamn teenager again. Fuck, this didn’t even happen to me back then. She comes on my tongue, and my cock jerks, hot spurts of cum erupting onto the floor as I lick her through her orgasm.
I wasn’t even touching myself, and I came.Fuck.
My cock is still twitching, cum dripping from the tip as I pull back, but I’m still hard. I feel like I’m going fucking insane as I rise up, leaning over her as I move her further back onto the mattress and crawl up there with her. I kneel over her and slide one arm around her back, pulling her up and onto my lap.
I should get a condom.
She gasps as I pull her upright, lifting her onto my cock as if she weighs nothing. The hot slide of her pussy against my bare, still-leaking cock is indescribable. I’d die for this, kill for it. It’s so fucking good.
“Luca.” She whispers my name, and it jerks me out of my fog. It sounds so familiar. For a moment, it was enough to make me think I was inside Giulia, and my balls tightened dangerously despite the fact that I came seconds ago. If I hadn’t, I’d have come right then and there, just from the sound of her whispering my name.
Her thighs spread wider, her knees digging in on either side of us as she starts to move on me.I should pull out. Get a condom. This is a bad idea?—
