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“Julia.”

I look up.

Mario is standing now, one hand on the back of his chair.

“Good job.”

For a second, I do not know what to do with the praise.

Then I nod. “Thank you.”

He gives me one brief look, unreadable again, and walks out of the conference room.

Chapter Twenty

Ricardo

Julia's body arches backward, giving me a gorgeous view of her breasts as they bounce with each thrust. One hand is braced on my shoulder, the other on the roof of the limo. The city lights flash by outside, casting moving patterns across her flushed skin.

We have been on our way to dinner for twenty minutes.

We will likely be late.

My cock is buried deep inside her. She is so wet that the car fills with the sloshing of her pussy every time she drops back down onto me. Her thighs are draped over mine, her knees bent, her feet tucked against my legs. Her dress is bunched around her waist, her panties in my pocket, where I plan to keep them, and her head is thrown back as she rides me with a desperate rhythm.

“Oh God, I love this dress,” she moans as she moves.

I look at the scrap of green silk the exact shade of her eyes, clinging to her curves. A gift I sent to her apartment this morning with a single card: Tonight at 8:00.

She looks like an emerald caught in moonlight. And she feels even better than she looks.

My hands grip her hips, guiding her movements. “I love it, too.”

She grins, a wild, happy look in her eyes. “You like it because it’s easy access. That's probably why you chose it."

“I like it because you look stunning in it. Or rather it looks stunning on you, " I say. “But I admit, the access is a significant advantage.”

Julia laughs, then gasps as I thrust up into her, hard and deep.

Her fingers dig into my shoulder.

“Ricardo,” she whispers.

“Right here,” I say.

She leans down, her lips finding mine, and I take over the rhythm. The city outside disappears. The hum of the engine fades. There is only the heat of her body, the taste of her mouth, the way she clenches around me when I angle my hips just right.

She makes a soft, broken sound against my lips.

Her body trembles.

“Tell me what you need,” I say against her neck.

"Harder," she cries out. "I need it harder."

Forcefully, I pull her off my cock, making her cry out at the sudden loss.

"Ricardo, what are you—"