Page 12 of Forever: The Companion

“Nah, it’s fine, I’ll just go back and get her.”

She looked up from the print, pulling the glasses from her eyes, in just enough time to watch a gorgeous sight walk through the doorway of one of her back offices. Of course, Renzo looked good. He always did.

But when he threw on a leather jacket?

A pair of ripped jeans?

Combat boots she loved?

Yes.

It was like he walked back in time and she was staring at that boy she’d met on the streets of Brooklyn all over again. And she truly loved nothing more than that feeling of nostalgia.

He closed the door behind him, giving her a sly grin as he did so. “What are you doing back here?”

“Working—like always.”

“Mmhmm. You got five minutes for me or what?”

“Always.”

Just to prove her point, she reached over and turned the table off—so the light dimmed entirely—before setting the print aside, too, for safe keeping.

By the time she turned around to face Renzo again, ready to ask him what was up because she was sure he said he would be visiting with Rose today, there he was. Right there behind her, already reaching for her and closing all the distance between them in a blink.

His kiss took her breath away.

His hands grabbing to her waist had her moaning.

“Didn’t get to do this last night,” he murmured against the column of her throat, “so I figured I better make time for it today.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna be saying that a lot.”

It took him all of a blink to lift her from the floor and twist around to set her to the closest flat, sturdy surface. Which just happened to be the illumination table she thankfully hadn’t been using for that very expensive art print. He bunched her skirt up around her waist, his hand slipping between her thighs to grab her panties and rip them away from her body.

She couldn’t widen her legs fast enough because he helped, those strong fingers of his digging into her thighs hard enough to make her moan.

“Wet for me?” he asked.

Lucia licked along the line of her bottom lip, replying, “You know all you have to do is be near to get me fucking wet for you, Ren.”

And he did know that.

What she knew was that he fucking loved it.

“Fuck, yes, that’s what I wanted to hear. And people wonder why I miss you so fucking much when I’m gone. They don’t know what kind of woman I got here, huh?”

“Shame.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

Lucia laughed, but it was quickly swallowed by his lips finding hers again for another bruising kiss that would certainly ruin her makeup … but fuck, she couldn’t find it in herself to care in that moment.

“God, I missed you,” she breathed into his kiss.

Renzo’s laughter coated her in the most sinful and delicious way. Especially because while his dark amusement mixed in with his pleasure, his cock filled her in one hard thrust. He had her flat to the table in seconds, hands slipping under the stretchy fabric of the top of her dress to splay against her stomach as he started a rhythm that would have her flying in no time at all.