Page 54 of Worth Loving You

“You ready, boss?”

“Hm?”

“Reservations in forty-five minutes.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Uh huh.”

We weren’t moving, however. My arm was still held out, his sight still roaming my appearance.

Wyatt walked over to us and nudged Milo’s shoulder. “Boss,” he barked.

“Fine!” he snapped back, lowering our arms.

He kissed my knuckles, a mischief grin on his face. We filed out of the apartment and loaded to the elevator.

“Where y’all goin’ for dinner?”

“Spiaggia,” he snipped, never taking his focus from me.

“Oh, fancy.” She opened her mouth to keep talking, but Wyatt nudged her and shook his head.

She glanced at him then me, then straight ahead. Other than Wyatt talking to someone on the phone, instructing them to have Mr. Pampinella’s vehicle ready out front, there was an awkward quietness. Milo placed his palm to the small of my back and leaned into my side, his lips on my lobe.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered, dipping his tongue in my ear.

I shook, a tremor rolling down my spine.

His hand moved to my ass, rubbing it through the thin skirt. His fingers walked the material upward and I stiffened, my lids rounding. Staring at Wyatt and Jennifer out the corner of my eye, I bit my tongue to stop the yelp when he tucked his hand into my underwear, his fingers wiggling between my cheeks.

His mouth right against my ear, he breathed, “I’m going to fuck your ass, baby girl. I bet you’re so fucking tight, I’m going to take my time and enjoy spreading that hole and shoving my dick in there.”

When his finger touched it, I jumped and yelped, drawing their attention. Because of the position everyone stood, they couldn’t see what he was doing with his hand, only saw him nibbling my ear.

Jennifer cleared her throat, tucking her hair behind her ear. As the elevator slowed, he removed his hand and fixed my skirt, chuckling and standing straight.

The doors swished open and the four of us walked through the lobby to the front of the building.

Jennifer flashed a nervous smile. “It was nice to meet you, Mr. Pampinella. Have fun, Chazz. Call me later, if you can.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

She strolled off to the left while we went to the right where a black Cadillac SUV was waiting for us, a man holding the backdoor open. Milo motioned him away and waited for me to slide onto the black, leather seats before joining me, shutting the door. Wyatt climbed behind the wheel, adjusted the seat, and pulled away from the curb.

The next few seconds happened so damn fast, I was stunned, my brain unable to catch up.

Milo shoved me to my knees, hiked my skirt, tugged my panties, and shoved his cock inside. When the hell had he even unfastened his trousers to pull it out?

“Ow, oh!” I whimpered, the intrusion burning a bit from the friction since I wasn’t fully wet.

“Oh, shit,” he wheezed, laying on my back. “Goddamn, I’ve missed you.”

He made a deep, hard thrust and grunted, shoving me forward so my palm slapped to the window. Horrified he was fucking me in front of Wyatt, I snapped my attention to the rearview mirror, catching his sneer for a split second before he looked away, shaking his head.

Milo reached around to grope my breast, his other hand holding my shoulder to pound into me. He was ruthless and I was reeling, my juices flowing in no time, forgetting all about Wyatt. His body was slapping hard into my ass, my cheeks clapping and jiggling to the violent collisions.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, dropping my forehead to the door handle, my palm slipping on the window.

“Oh my god, baby girl,” he groaned, speeding up.