I nod, feeling nervous about showing him what’s under my robe. "You should sleep," I suggest, perching on the edge of his desk. Deep down, I hope I can lure him to bed, soothe him with my touch.
“I can sleep when I’m dead.”
“Don’t talk like that.” I reach out, hesitating only briefly before touching his cheek. "You don't have to be alone in this, you know."
"Don't I?"
"No," I say, hating the reminder that he doesn’t trust me. "You don't."
Alessandro sets down his wine and pulls me onto his lap. I go willingly, curling against him, once again pretending this is real. His arms wrap around me.
"They'll come for us again," he warns.
"I know."
"And when they do..."
“You’ll be ready.” I have no doubt of that. I shift in his lap, and he lets out a soft moan.
“Careful.”
I loop my arms around his neck. “Why?”
His eyes drift from my face to take in the robe that has opened to expose my legs. The weariness dissolves into hunger.
“Because I’m working.” The words lack conviction, especially when his hand slides up my thigh.
"You're always working. But even the great Alessandro Dante needs rest."
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Is that what you're offering? Rest?"
The innuendo of his tone sends a shiver down my spine. I untie the robe, letting it fall from my shoulders.
His sharp intake of breath is exactly the reaction I wanted. "That depends. What would you prefer?"
He brushes the back of his fingers along my collar bone. “I’m hungry.” He reaches for the cupcake, and I can’t hide my disappointment.
“Oh… yes, of course. Should I make you a sandwich?”
He shakes his head, tugging the straps of the teddy down until my breasts are exposed. “No. I want dessert.” He rubs the frosting from the cupcake on my nipples. The sensation sends electric pulses through my body and I moan, the sound of it filling the room.
He laughs. “I hope you locked the door.”
Immediately, the haze of desire disappears. “No. I didn’t. I thought we’d go upstairs?—”
“You thought wrong, Wife. I’m going to fuck you here on my desk.”
“But someone could interrupt us.”
“Yes.” He licks the frosting off my nipple, and my thoughts scatter. “Someone could.”
The idea of being caught sends new sensations through me. Not all of them are embarrassment.
He drags the frosting over my lips and then his mouth claims mine in a kiss that's all-consuming hunger and need. It’s like a tether breaks, and he rises, setting me on the desk, his arm sweeping across the desk sending papers and pens to the floor.
He yanks the teddy off, and I’m sitting naked on the Don’s desk. His eyes are dark as they inventory my body.
He picks up the cupcake, drawing a line between my breasts and lower. “Hmm… you look delicious.”
