“Yes.”
I scoot back on the chaise as he rolls a condom on and then puts a knee between my legs, then another, both of us fitting just barely on the narrow cushion. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, the anticipation making me breathless. I reach up and lock my arms around his neck as he slides into me, just the tip, stretching me in the most delicious way. Inching in farther, watching my mouth fall open, my eyes flutter. Testing me. And then more, more. So much more, until I’m filled completely, almost uncomfortably, but it feels so damn good.
“Yes,” I repeat.
I alternate holding my breath and panting as he begins to thrust, his cock reaching places inside me that I swear have never been fucked before. Holding my hips steady, he strokes into me even deeper, his thrusts getting harder, faster, more frantic.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I didn’t realize my eyes had closed, or what I’d been missing. His face is strained and wrecked with lust, and his eyes blaze, his jaw tight, so focused on fucking me that I wonder if anything else exists for him in this moment.
And yet…he’s holding back. I can feel it, even as a second orgasm builds. He’s taking it easy on me, keeping a hard but steady pace when he could be ravaging me. My dark angel is being nice.
Fuck, if it feels this good when he’s nice, what would happen when he’s not?
Closing my eyes again, I let myself get lost in the sensations, reveling in the moment. Armani’s groans get more aggressive, more primal, and it pushes me right over the edge. My brain stutters as pleasure peaks and spills over. I’m consumed. Owned. Destroyed as he fucks me harder, harder, finally collapsing over me as he climaxes.
I stare at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath, figuring I won’t be breathing normally again for a while. Not while this man is around. And he’s going to be around a lot.
Because Armani’s backup plan? It worked.
It so worked.
Armani Bellanti is going to get me to do damn near anything he wants, starting with moving in.
He gets dressed unhurriedly, letting me bask in the afterglow, and then finally holds out his hand to me. “Let’s go back up. Dessert is waiting for us.”
I smirk. “I thought we had that already.”
“You won’t want to miss this,” he says.
We go back upstairs and out onto the deck. A tender ache pulses between my legs as I settle onto a cushioned bench, letting Armani wrap a thick wool blanket around my shoulders. The cool breeze pulls at my hair and stings my cheeks, but I’m enjoying every second of it.
He sits close, his body heat radiating through the blanket as he hands me a small porcelain plate with a fat slice of cheesecake for us to share. The chocolate ganache drizzled over the top has me almost drooling.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I didn’t realize that the boat had turned back toward the harbor until I spy the lights of the harbor ahead of us. It looks so pretty with the varied shades of golden light reflecting off the water. Music and laughter come from a restaurant close by, and people stroll on the docks.
The yacht pulls into the slip, but Armani doesn’t hurry to get up so neither do I. Instead we sit there, enjoying a few moments of people watching and listening to the lap of water against the boat.
“I can’t promise you a yacht cruise every day, but if you do move in, I promise I will make it worth your time,” he pledges.
I brush a strand of hair out of my face and laugh. “That’s okay. This would be a pretty hard cruise to top anyway.”
“Is that a challenge?” He tips my chin up and lowers his mouth to mine.
Yes, it was. And I know he won’t disappoint.
5
ARMANI
“Clear out thishalf of my dresser and move everything to the closet,” I instruct the domestic staffer trailing me around my rooms, her pen flying over the notepad in her hand. “And make sure there’s space in there for hanging up dresses and things.”
The maid—I don’t know her name—nods. She manages to not bat an eye as I continue tossing out orders in preparation for Candi’s arrival. No small feat, considering that this arrangement must be quite a shock for all of the staff.
