His fingers hooked the edge of my underwear, slipping insidealong the seam, rubbing. My abdomen clenched instantly, nails digging into his shoulder.
The New York skyline spread beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunset bathed the entire office in amber light. And in that amber light, the CEO of Falcone Jewels was using his teeth to undo my shirt buttons.
This was probably the craziest thing in the last three months of my life.
Chapter Three
Enzo
I carried Chloe into my office, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body still trembling from the elevator ride. The door slammed shut behind us, and I didn't bother locking it. No one would dare interrupt. I set her down on the edge of my massive oak desk, papers scattering like they didn't matter. Her skirt was hiked up, her blouse half-unbuttoned, and that look in her eyes—pure fire—had my cock throbbing harder than ever.
I smirked, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. Her skin was soft, warm, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs.
With one swift motion, I yanked her blouse open, buttons popping off and flying across the room. Her bra was simple, white lace, but it cupped her tits perfectly. Full, round, begging to be touched. I reached behind her, unclasping it in seconds, letting it fall away. Her breasts spilled out, heavy and inviting, nipples already pebbled and pink.
"Damn, Chloe," I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "You've got one hell of a body. These tits? Perfect handfuls."
She flushed, her cheeks turning red, but there was a spark in her eyes—defiance mixed with desire. "Shut up," she muttered, trying topush my hands away, but it was half-hearted. Her body arched toward me instead, like she couldn't help it.
I chuckled, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. They hardened under my touch, and I leaned down, flicking my tongue over one, then the other. She gasped, her hands fisting in my hair, but she pulled back slightly. "Enzo... we shouldn't... this is crazy."
I didn't stop. My mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. My other hand kneaded the soft flesh, rolling the peak between my fingers. She moaned, low and throaty, but then she shook her head. "Stop... I mean it. This isn't... right."
Pulling back, I looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. My hand slid down her body, slipping under her skirt, fingers brushing against her soaked panties. I pressed against her clit through the fabric, and she bucked. "Isn't this what you wanted?" I said, my voice rough. "You grabbed my belt in the elevator, practically begged for it. Don't play coy now."
She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut as I pushed her panties aside, my fingers dipping into her wetness. She was dripping, her folds slick and swollen. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, thumb circling her clit. "See? Your body's screaming for it."
Her hips rocked against my hand, but she whispered, "No... Enzo, please... we have to stop." It was weak, her voice breaking on a moan as I pumped my fingers deeper, faster.
I sped up, my mouth returning to her breasts, licking and sucking with more intensity. I bit down lightly on one nipple, tugging it between my teeth, while my fingers thrust in and out, hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp. Her juices coated my hand, the wet sounds filling the office. She was clenching around me, her body betraying every word of protest.
I could feel her building, her breath coming in short pants. Pulling my mouth away, I looked into her eyes, my fingers still working her relentlessly. "You really want me to stop?" I asked, a wicked grin on my face. I slowed just a fraction, teasing her, watching her squirm.
She hesitated, her chest heaving, eyes glazed with lust. "No... don't stop. Please, Enzo... keep going."
I laughed softly, diving back in. "Good girl. That's the right choice." My tongue lashed over her nipples again, alternating between them, sucking hard enough to leave marks. My fingers plunged deeper, faster, rubbing her clit in tight circles. She was soaking, her arousal dripping down my wrist.
Her moans grew louder, her body tensing. "Oh God... Enzo... I'm..." She came hard, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, waves of pleasure ripping through her. She cried out, back arching, tits bouncing as she rode it out. I didn't let up, milking every last shudder from her.
But I wasn't done. Not even close. As she came down, panting, I pulled my fingers out, tasting her on them before wiping them on her thigh. "Now the real fun starts."
I shoved her back onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, panties ripped off and tossed aside. My cock was straining against my pants, aching. I unzipped, freeing myself—thick, hard, veins pulsing. Her eyes widened, locking on it, a mix of hunger and nerves.
"Enzo..." she started, but I cut her off by positioning myself at her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds. She was still sensitive, twitching at the contact.
I thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She was tight, hot, gripping me like a vice. "Fuck, you're perfect," I groaned, bottoming out. She whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders.
I started moving, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The desk creaked under us, papers flying off. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I grabbed them, squeezing as I pounded into her. "You feel that? This is what you get for teasing me."
She moaned, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me deeper. "Harder... please." Her voice was desperate, all resistance gone.
I obliged, picking up the pace, hips snapping against hers. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, mixed with her cries. I leaneddown, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, tongue invading as I fucked her relentlessly. One hand slipped between us, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in time with my thrusts.
She was building again, faster this time. Her pussy fluttered around my cock, milking me. "Enzo... I'm close... so close."
"Come for me," I commanded, thrusting deeper, harder. I pinched her nipple, twisting just enough to push her over. She shattered, screaming my name, her body convulsing. Her orgasm squeezed me tight, waves crashing through her, juices flooding around my cock.
I kept going, riding her through it, feeling my own release building. Her second climax left her boneless, trembling, but I wasn't stopping. I flipped her over, bending her over the desk, ass up. She was spent, but her moans spurred me on.
