Dio mio, what have I done?
Chapter 37 – Rae
Nico: I’m back. Did you miss me?
Me: I’m working.
Nico: There’s a mess in the sunroom. Better bring your broom.
Me: Why? So I can shove it up your ass?
Nico: Or I could shove something else in yours.
I stared at the screen. The stupid smile wouldn’t fall off my lips, but at the last message, heat rushed to my cheeks. I didn’t consider myself the adventurous type of girl in that sense. But the idea of letting Dominico Grimaldi pop the cherry to my back door had wicked ideas running through my mind.
If anyone could gain access back there, it was him.
I would do whatever that man wanted in the bedroom. I was Pavlov’s dog, instantly aroused at the idea of his hands on my body. Why not try something new? Something…dirty.Something fun.
It wasn’t like we had time to lock ourselves away right now. The Signora was having a luncheon in an hour. The whole house had been turned upside down, because some famous socialite deigned to grace our lady with her presence.
But I had five minutes to sneak a kiss.
Maybe some heavy petting and foreplay.
Hurrying down the front stairs, I passed the housekeeper. “Everything’s set up here. I’ll start setting the dining room with Theo.”
The old witch gave me a withering look. “Use the blue-rimmed porcelain.”
We already knew that. But I smiled and nodded. Not even her bitchy attitude could dampen the anticipation coursing through me. Once I disappeared from her sight, I took off running. I burst into the sunroom, looked around, and my chest fell.
It was empty.
“Where the hell—”
The door closed with a bang. My heart jumped against my ribs, but before I could take a breath, I was pinned against the wall behind the door.
Nico’s mouth was on mine. His hands were hard and hot as they explored my body. I reached for him, pulling him closer. Teeth sank into my lip, and I squeaked.
He chuckled against me. His tongue stroked the stinging spot as his hand found mine. In a loose, gentle grip, he captured my right wrist.
My breath hitched at the contact, but he slowly drug my hand down his body until my palm rested against his erection.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he growled.
I nodded and kissed him hard. He kept his hand around my wrist and stroked himself with mine.
He broke away and whispered against my ear. “All day, Magnolia Rae, all fucking day I’ve been hard.”
“Stop thinking about me then,” I whispered.
Nico shook his head. His warm breath fanned my ear. “I can’t, baby. I hear the noises you make in my head. They’re burned into my brain.”
I shivered as pure, euphoric delight slid down my spine. I had the same problem. He’d come to my room last night. Gagging me, he’d given me not one, not two, but three orgasms, before picking me up and fucking me against the wall where we both came hard. Those were memories I would take to my grave.
“Once my grandma is done with her stupid lunch, come to my room,” he suggested.
I squeezed his cock, making him groan. “You know I can’t.”
