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Having her call me hers crashes into my chest, twisting my heart in a way I’ve never felt. I pull her to her feet and stare deep into her eyes as I lift her panties to my nose, pulling in a deep, deep breath. Just as I suspected, her desire for me coats the material and now fills my lungs.
Casually, she slips the panties from my hand and tucks them into my suit pocket. “There’s a room I want to show you.”
“Does it have a bed?” I ask as I allow her to lead me from the room. I catch a glance at Mr. Siccario, who’s watching us with keen interest. I nod at him and offer a polite smile. He nods in return, but does not smile.
I quickly turn away before I lose mine.
“For what I have in mind, we won’t be needing a bed,” she retorts once we are out of the main hall and walking up the stairs toward the rooms on the second floor.
“What a shame.” I grin when she glances back at me over her shoulder. If we weren’t on the grand staircase in the middle of my boss’s mansion, I’d slip my hands beneath the hem of her dress and help her up the stairs.
Then again, everyone is in the main room attending the dinner party Siccario is hosting.
I hurry up behind her and reach under her dress, surprising her enough for her to trip on the stairs. I catch her as she falls forward and take advantage of the angle by sliding my finger between her slick folds.
“Kristo!” she whispers fiercely but makes no move to return upright.
“Mmm-hmm?” I easily sink a finger into her weeping pussy and tickle her hole.
To my surprise, she slips from my finger and darts up the stairs. I grin and lick her juices from my hand, my attention never leaving her. Eyeing me carefully from the top of the stairs, she begins to slowly smile, teasing me, taunting me.
“Are you denying me what’s mine?” I follow her, stopping only after my lips are on hers. “Are you teasing me with a mere taste of your sweet cream so I’ll go out of my mind with my need to be inside you, to fuck you so deep you and I will be rooted together forever?”
“I’m not denying you anything,” she counters with a come-and-get-me grin, backing up. “If you want something, you’ve got to prove it. How badly do you want me, Kristo?”
“Oh, glikia mou, you’re playing a dangerous game. If you make me chase you, you may not like it when I catch you.” I take a step toward her.
Instead of my words pulling her toward me, they draw the opposite reaction. She moves further away and arches an eyebrow. “Now, Kristo. What makes you think you’ll catch me?”
Her question throws me off enough to give her a head start. She bolts.
And as she knew I would, I follow.
