“Oh! Oh!” Her body goes taut. Her pussy squeezes around my cock until I see stars. But again I hold back, watching her as pleasure washes through her. She’s so fucking beautiful.
It’s only as she comes down that I begin to move. Slow, but steadily building steam until I’m pistoning in and out of her like a mad man. My dick is hard and in need of release so badly, it’s almost painful. Electricity tingles through my body in anticipation.
Isabella falls back, lying on my desk as I fuck her harder, harder, deeper and deeper.
She moves her hand down between us, her fingers pressing against the side of my cock as I drive into her. Holy fuck. It’s like I’ve stuck my cock into a light socket. I thrust in and my world detonates. Every cell in my body fires with wild heat. Pleasure rockets through my body. I buck, driving in and out of her as my orgasm blasts through me.
“Oh… Alessandro.” Her pussy tightens around me as she comes again.
My cum fills her body, drips from her pussy, and yet I’m still coming.
I have no idea how long I drive into her. When I finish, I can’t feel my fucking legs. I manage to take her with me as I fall back into my chair, pulling her into my lap.
“Is this what you planned when you interrupted me at work?” I ask between breaths that are taking a long time to return to normal.
“If the teddy didn’t give it away… ”
I laugh.
“I know work is important. I just wanted to help you take a break.”
“Thank you.” I kiss her shoulder, once again trying to ignore the feelings that are trying to settle in my chest.
Is this how it was for my brothers? I never understood how two strong men could succumb to a woman’s charm. How they’d risk all the potential pain that comes with being vulnerable.
I think of Adriano and Eva, how their story nearly destroyed him. I watched my brother fall apart when he thought Eva had died, saw him rebuild himself into something harder, colder, deadlier. Then I witnessed his world shatter again when he discovered she'd been alive all along, that she'd lied, betrayed him in ways I can't imagine enduring.
Yet somehow, they found their way back to each other. Adriano forgave her. He loves her, perhaps more fiercely than before. They have a kid and a second one on the way.
Could I do the same? Could I separate Isabella from the name she was born with? The thought of her betrayal cuts deep, a sure sign that I’m in too deep with her.
I've never been the brother who wears his heart on his sleeve. I've watched Adriano, Luca, even Valentina surrender to love while I remained emotionally locked away.
But with Isabella curled naked in my lap, I’m beginning to understand why they risked everything for moments like this. Not just sexual gratification, but a deeper connection. To be seen for who they are and still be loved.
I study Isabella, wondering how this thing between us came to be when I’d been adamant that this would be business only. Tonight isn’t the only night she’s come to me, although it’s the first time she’s come to seduce me. She’s brought me meals when I don’t make it to dinner. Coffee when I need to stay up late. She’s a perfect wife. If only I could get rid of the kernel of doubt about her loyalty.
My phone buzzes on the desk, dragging me from my thoughts. Isabella shifts against me as I reach for it.
“You need to get to work.” She rises and slips her teddy and robe back on, much to my disappointment.
I check my phone to find a text from Adriano with another lead on the warehouse attacks. The ones I tasked Marco with solving, but I don’t have faith or trust that he will.
Isabella laughs. "I think we've made quite a mess of your important documents, Don Dante."
I glance at the chaos surrounding us. Papers strewn across the floor, a pen halfway to the door, the cupcake crumblingunder my desk. The sight of my meticulously organized office in disarray should bother me. Instead, I laugh.
"Worth it," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Let me help you organize this before someone sees." She begins gathering papers and desk items.
My phone buzzes with a text again. Adriano needs an answer about what to do with a witness.
I step away from my desk, sending a message to keep the witness on ice and that I’ll call him shortly.
When I turn back, Isabella is picking up papers and straightening them in a stack on my desk.
"Leave it," I say, fixing my clothes.
