Cesare thrust two fingers into her tight pussy, his eyes darkening at the feel of her pulsing tightly around him; visibly straining to take what he was giving her. “You’re going to come on me, baby.” He muttered gutturally. “And then I’m taking you home to Philly and you’re going to take my cock like a good girl.”
Sabrina’s orgasm struck hard and fast. He covered her lips with his in an attempt to dampen the noise, but if he was completely honest, he didn’t give a fuck who heard them. She was his.
Sabrina collapsed against Cesare after a moment, catching her breath as she pressed a series of kisses on his neck and chest, along the line of his now soaked work shirt.
“I can’t go to Philadelphia with you tomorrow.” She mourned softly as she cradled his head in her hands and raked her nails through his scalp in a mind numbing massage. “But I would like to visit.”
Cesare closed his eyes to the sensation of her hands in his hair and fought like hell to focus on what she was saying. “When?” He grunted.
“As soon as the new team can do without me on site the whole time.” She answered.
Cesare opened his eyes. “What about Walter?”
Sabrina frowned. “He has a full-time job.”
“Do you want emotional support or professional counsel?” He rumbled.
Sabrina grinned. “You are such a lawyer.”
Cesare grunted, catching her lips with his.
After a moment, Sabrina pulled away slightly. “What would your professional counsel be?”
“Tell him you’re coming to Philly for a week and you need a plan for coverage. See what he says.” Cesare shrugged.
“Hmmm.” She softly kissed him back. “And what would emotional support look like?” She asked.
“You come up to the room and I feed you dinner.” Cesare answered.
“Just dinner?” Sabrina raised a brow.
“What are the rules, baby?” Cesare leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Enjoy myself.” She answered, with that innocent, sexy as hell, doe-eyed look. “And trust you to take care of me.” She finished with a soft smile on her lips.
“Verygood girl.”Cesare praised.
Chapter Twenty-Four
(Cesare)
They walked up to Cesare’s hotel room, and Cesare pointedly ignored anyone staring at his wet suit. He carried the small brown duffle bag that Sabrina had brought, filled with toiletries and dry clothes. She insisted on carrying the box of cinnamon rolls because he was now more wet than her. Like a man completely whipped, he didn’t care as long as she continued to hold his fucking hand.
They entered the suite and Cesare eyed the mess of paperwork and case notes strewn around the desk and his bed, much of it legally confidential. He turned to Sabrina and kissed the hand he was holding. “Go rinse off. When you’re done, I want you to put a robe on and dry your hair. I’m going to brush and braid it when you’re done.”
Sabrina gave him a tender sort of look and nodded, then put the cinnamon rolls on the kitchenette counter. She gave the legal paperwork a knowing look before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.
His clothes were still soaking as he gathered all of the files and paperwork in one fell swoop, dropped everything into the empty pullout drawer of the desk provided by the hotel in each business suite.
Cesare unbuttoned his shirt that now clung to him like a second layer of skin, and unzipped his pants, shrugging out of clothes that now smelled like chlorine. The image of Sabrinasplayed across his lap in the water, and the sensation of her coming around his fingers made him clench his jaw. Worth it. Anything was worth it.
The shower turned off, and Cesare gave the door a quick knock before entering the steamy room.
“Tesoro?” He called, eyes softening at the sight of Sabrina popping out from behind the shower curtain.
“Cesare?” She asked, her eyes locking with his. Her expression had gone back to that damnable doe-eyed look that had him simultaneously planning to defile her in every way, and wanting to wrap her in everything soft and warm at the same time.
He cleared his throat as he approached. “I need to rinse off too.” He spoke in the silence, the sexual tension between the two still thick as the steam.
