I grip her hair tighter, tugging just enough to tilt her head how I want it, and devour her mouth. My free hand finds the back of her thigh, sliding up under the hem of her dress, my fingers digging into her skin.
“Come here,” I growl against her lips and pull her to me.
She climbs on top of me, straddling me in the chair. The dress rides up her thighs, bunching around her waist.
Fuck. Her mouth is on mine as I catch her panties and tug them hard, ripping them to shreds. She gasps as I throw the material away.
But then our lips connect again, and I hiss as she grinds down against me, rolling her hips. My cock is already rock hard, and I don’t think I’d be able to stop even if I wanted to.
I just need her. All of her.
Her hands fumble with my belt and zipper, yanking my pants open. I roughly pull the neckline of her dress down, freeing her breasts. I latch onto her tight nipple immediately, sucking hard, my tongue flicking over her hard bud while my fingers pinch the other.
Amalia lets out a loud moan, pushing her tit deeper into my mouth. When her fingers finally free my cock, she wraps her hand around me and I groan as she strokes me.
Then she rises up and guides me into her slickness. We both groan as she stretches around me. For a second, she doesn’t move, just stares into my eyes, my cock buried deep inside her.
As she starts rocking her hips, she tips her head back, and I kiss her neck. I grip her ass with both hands, spreading her wider and helping her fuck herself on my cock. Our movements become faster and harder, little gasps of pleasure escaping our throats.
“Harder,” I demand, my voice rough, as I thrust up to meet her, driving deeper, which makes her cry out.
She braces one hand on my shoulder, the other on the back of the chair, riding me like she’s trying to break us both. Her pussy squeezes me tighter with every stroke, and I don’t know how much longer I can last, but I’ll never forgive myself if I come first.
“Look at me,” I growl.
Her eyes lock onto mine as I thrust up hard at the same time. She lets out a loud cry, her whole body trembling as she clenches and spasms around me.
I keep fucking her through it, slamming up into her as her moans echo through the room. Then I bury myself deep and come hard, my mouth latching onto her neck as she collapses against my chest.
I stroke her back as we both pant for breath. Will she have regrets tomorrow? Will I? As she pulls back and stares deep into my eyes, I grab her neck and press my lips against hers once again.
Chapter 20
MATTEO
THE MAP OF DOMINIC’Sroutes is spread out on the table between us, and I trace the line from the port to his warehouse with one finger. Amalia’s got her laptop open and she’s scrolling through the notes we pulled from his office. We’ve been at this since morning.
“We should reach out to that guy. The potential mole, I mean,” I say.
Amalia looks up from the screen and frowns. “Reach out how?”
“I don’t know yet. But think about it. Whoever’s doing this wants Dominic gone, or at least hurt. We want that too. Everyone around him is either scared of him or working for him. A mole could be an actual ally.”
“Yeah, I know, but it could also be a trap.” She closes the laptop. “We don’t even know who they work for. They could be giving info to one of Dominic’s rivals, or to someone way worse than him. If we don’t know exactly what we’re dealing with, we could gain a new enemy.”
“But we can’t go slow with something like that,” I say. “Or we could miss our chance.”
“You can’t trust people who already betrayed their boss.”
I rub a hand over my jaw. She’s got a point, but I don’t love it. We’ve been collecting intel for what feels like ages, but we’re still so far away from actually making a move against Dominic.
“Look, nobody around him is on our side,” I say. “Not one person. If there’s even a chance the mole is, isn’t that worth a little risk? We can’t take Dominic down by ourselves.”
“Are you sure about that?” She crosses her arms. “Say we make contact and the mole’s already being watched. Dominic’s not an idiot. If he suspects someone’s leaking info, he’ll keep an eye on his own people. So now they’re watching the mole, and the mole’s talking to us, and we’ve just put ourselves on his radar. Hell, what if the mole protects his real boss and blames us for the whole thing? Or maybe Dominic already caught him, and now he’s waiting to see who’ll try to contact him.”
I drum my fingers on the table. Maybe reaching out too soon would blow up on us. But doing nothing could be worse.
“You’re scared,” I say.
