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His grin grows. “Because you look so fucking gorgeous right now, when you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm. I can’t get enough.”

“Please,” I beg and he shakes his head, reaching over to the table and grabbing the fork from the plate. I’d totally forgotten about the food. He spears a piece of the honey garlic chicken I made for dinner last night and holds it out in front of me.

“Eat.”

I shake my head. “Let me come first.”

“No,” he answers, still holding the food in front of my mouth as he leans in and kisses the hollow of my throat, sending a tingle straight between my legs. While he’s a little distracted, I try to rock my hips again but he’s too strong and a cry of indignation flies out of my mouth. “Take your feet off the rungs or I will make good on my earlier promise.”

His threat from a few minutes ago flicks through my mind and I shove my feet off the rungs, pissed as hell.

“Maybe I’ll go buy myself a goddamn cock cage so you can’t come either and level the playing field, you smug fucking bastard.”

He laughs. “You think I’m jerking off in the shower without you, Mama? If you don’t come, I don’t come.”

“Then why are you doing this?” I ask, trying to wiggle in his lap and he digs his fingers into my hip in warning.

“Because it turns you on and that makes my cock so fucking hard. Just take a bite, Izzy, and then I’ll let you ride again.”

Using every ounce of fury I feel, I snatch the piece of chicken off of the fork and I can feel his smile as he presses another kiss to my neck. The fork clatters to the table as he half tosses it to the plate.

“Put your feet back on the rungs.”

I follow his directions as he grabs both of my hips and as soon as I’m secure, I rise up, letting his length drag out of me before sinking back onto him. He groans, his eyes rolling back as his fingers flex against my skin and then his grip tightens, pulling me up off his cock and back down again.

Jesus Christ.

He finds a rhythm he likes, lifting me up and thrusting off the chair as he brings me back down, making my head spin as my body climbs back toward release. I help as much as I can but with my arms behind my back and only the rungs of the chair to work with, it’s not much. Not that he needs the help. He’s insatiable, driving into me like a mad man and I fucking love it.

But I need more.

“Release my hands,” I whisper and he stops in a heartbeat, leaning forward and undoing the buckle on the belt so my hands can fall free. They’re a little stiff and I clench them before leaning into him and pressing one hand to his chest. My lips find his as I slip my other hand into his hair and lightly scratch at the top of his neck.

“Isabelle,” he groans, his head dropping back as his hands find my hips again and we’re off. His pace is more frantic than before and his cock jumps inside me so I know he’s just as close as I am. There will be no more stopping for him to feed me and if I could form words right now, I would rejoice. Heat rushes through me as he presses his lips to my chest and works his way down to the peak. Before he can wrap his lips around the little bud, his phone rings on the table and he pulls back just enough to glare at the thing.

“Ignore it.”

I moan as he drives up into me harder. “It could be important.”

Look, I don’t want to stop either but in the corner of my mind, the one tiny piece that isn’t soaked in pleasure and non-functioning, it occurs to me that it could be about Luca or his friend and that seems important.

“They’ll leave a message.”

Okay.

Yep, no more arguments from me.

“Kiss me,” he growls, an anguish in his voice that compels me forward and the sound of the ringing phone fades into the background as I press my lips to his and grab his face with both of my hands. He groans deep in his throat. The sound reverberates through me and I echo it back to him, moaning as I pour myself into our kiss. It’s crazed, frantic, desperate as he thrusts his cock up into me again and again, both of us chasing our release. He reaches up, threading his fingers through my hair and pulls it, hard, as his teeth sink into my bottom lip. “Get there, Izzy.”

The desperation in his voice sends me over the edge and I scream his name as my orgasm rushes over me, dragging into waves of pleasure. Lights dance in my vision and my body shakes. Both of his hands find my hips again and a loud groan cuts through the air as he spears into me faster, his eyes wild. Oh, God, that’s sexy as hell. Leaning forward, I press my hand to his cheek and force his gaze to mine.

“Come inside me, Diego. I want to feel it,” I whisper. “Give it to me.”

A roar of pleasure barrels out of his mouth as he thrusts into me one more time and drops his head back, his entire body shaking with the force of his release. His cock pulses inside me and I squeeze my inner muscles around it, pulling another groan out of him.

“Oh, fuck, Iz,” he hisses through clenched teeth and I moan in response, loving how uninhibited he is when we come together like this. Eyes wild, he struggles to catch his breath and a bead of sweat slips down the side of his face but he never takes his eyes off of me, letting me see him the same way he sees me. My heart hammers and for the life of me, I can’t look away. This man… he might just be fucking perfect, everything I need and then some. My stomach flips at the thought and I quickly shove it away because no way in hell am I going there right now. Finally, he relaxes, sinking into the chair with a soft grunt. Completely spent, I collapse against him as we both struggle to catch our breaths and he wraps his arms around my body, holding me close. The silence around us is comfortable and I sink into it, just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

“I should probably check to see who called,” he murmurs, sounding even less convinced to move than I feel right now and I nod against his chest. He’s free to do whatever the hell he wants but I’m not moving yet. After a moment, he reaches out and grabs the phone off of the table before pressing a few buttons.