Page 122 of The Strength Of A Woman

He rolls his hips, and I get that first spike of pleasure from his moves, and I quickly get it.

They work well together, his fingers on my clit, his hard cock entering me repeatedly.

I love this feeling now, perhaps too much, my hand clawing at the blanket, my body stiffening.

“You like that,” he murmurs in my hair, moving harshly, making me see a flash of light.

My hips tilt toward him, and he enters me at a perfect angle, filling me up, rubbing the most sensitive parts of me, and I quickly lose it.

“I can’t believe it,’ I say, witnessing the pleasurable increase in intensity. “This is so addictive.”

He sinks his teeth into my skin, and I feel his smile against my shoulder.

“You’re addictive, Lani.”

My name on his lips feels sweet like drops of sunny honey.

“You and I will have a hell of a good time,” he says. And his fingers rub my clit firmly, bringing me to the edge of madness, where he leaves me hanging, removing his hand from between my legs and making me come from the friction created by his shaft.

It feels like a setback at first, but it's not.

Things are delayed for me just a little, but as he increases his pace and pounds into me with force, my pleasure picks up, shoots up, and gives me the most pleasurable explosion I have ever felt.

Crying moans rush to my lips covered only by his satisfied grunts. And then a new world of bliss opens to me, making me ready for anything that might come my way.

21

CALLUM

The followingmorning

A breeze rollsover the breakfast table in the gazebo. White linens, flowers, fresh food. Coffee that smells like heaven.

I had the staff set the table for her and me––that’s why it's fancy––but she slept in, so my men had coffee with me.

Cosimo sits next to me as we discuss the last details.

“They’ll meet you in Rome,” he says, peering at his phone, checking something unrelated to our conversation.

“Who’s that?” I ask before taking a sip of coffee.

I flick my chin toward his phone.

“Nona.”

“Is she texting you?”

“Usually, she’s not, but she is now.”

“Something happened at the house?”

“That’s what I want to find out.”

I let him do his thing while I shift my eyes to the pool.The weather is perfect for a swim, which I won’t be doing today.

We still have a lot of work to do, especially since I’ll meet them in Rome.

One of the men tells a joke, and they all laugh loudly.