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Antonio kisses me again, harder this time, dragging his mouth against mine while I grind down over the thick length of his cock. He groans and the sound makes me reckless. I remove his suit jacket, pushing it from his shoulders until it gathers behind him. I then open his shirt, exposing his warm olive skin. He removes my shirt and kisses the skin he exposes, starting at my throat, then the centre of my chest, while I hold his hair and frot against him with our trousers still on.

I want him.

I want him so badly and I’m going to have him right here inside his new car.

I reach between us and unbuckle his belt, and he watches my face as I free his cock, already hard and hot in my hand, the head flushed a deep red. I stroke him, and his hips move beneath me. The expression that crosses his face, pleasure disrupting the composure he carries everywhere else, gives me the same dangerous satisfaction I felt the first time I discovered that Antonio Scalera could be undone by me.

My cock aches inside my trousers.Antonio’s palm moves over it once before he opens my belt and drags the fabric lower over my hips. He opens a hidden compartment, removes a small bottle of lubricant and coats two fingers. I’m still loose from when he fucked me earlier that i’m able to take both fingers easily, Still, Antonio preps me with more patience than the hunger in his face suggests and I rock against his hand.

When I'm ready, I take the lube and slick his cock with slow strokes, feeling the muscles in his abdomen tighten under my free palm. He lifts me up and the crown of his cock nudges my hole as I begin to lower myself gradually onto his cock, feeling the thick stretch build inch by inch until pleasure and pressure move through me together and a broken breath escapes my mouth.

Antonio’s hands seize my hips, guiding me until I take more of him. His head falls back against the leather as my body closes around him and the sight spur me on that I sink down at once, seating myself fully on his cock.

For a moment, neither of us moves. Then I begin to ride him, slowly at first as my body adjusts to his size. Antonio watches my face as his hips rise to meet mine, the upward thrust driving him deep inside me. He does it again harder and my rhythm breaks.

Antonio takes control, his hands locking around my waist as he begins moving me over his cock. I cling to his shoulders and let him fuck me from below, my knees pressing into the leather while his cock destroys my insides.

Antonio kisses me again, hungry and wet, one hand sliding into my hair while the other grips my hip as he continues pulling me down onto his cock. Pleasure becomes overwhelming quickly, gathering low inside me, and made intense by the friction against my cock where it is trapped between our stomachs.

I attempt to slow him down, but he doesn't allow it. His hand moves beneath my thigh, changing the angle, and the next thrust hits my prostate, making my entire body jerks above him. The ruthless concentration in his face becomes almost unbearable as he repeats the movement, fucking into the same spot until my fingers lose their strength and my forehead falls against his.

My balls draw tight and my head becomes fuzzy as I come hard, my cock spilling between us while Antonio continues thrusting through every shudder of my body. My hole clenching around him destroys what remains of his rhythm. His grip becomes bruising and he drives upward several more times, rough and uneven, before holding me down fully over his cock and coming deep inside me with a fractured groan.

I remain seated across his lap with his cock still inside me, body warm and loose around him while his arms circle my back and hold me more gently.

“I can’t believe,” I say, panting, “we made your driver stand outside while we fuck.”

Antonio looks at me and then we both burst out laughing.

Epilogue

ONE MONTH LATER

ANTONIO

“Alexander, you look perfect. We need to leave,” I say before he adjusts that fucking tie again.

He’s been standing in front of the mirror for the last ten minutes, straightening it, loosening it, and fixing the knot, even though there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

There is nothing wrong with any part of him.

He looks fucking good in the Armani suit, and if we weren’t already running late to Father’s birthday party, I would have bent him over the nearest surface, and shown him how sexy he looks.

“This is my official meeting with your family. I want them to like me.”

I move up behind him and wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him back against me. “They have no choice, baby,” I tell him.

His mouth twitches, and I know he thinks I’m joking. My family knows Alexander is not someone they can treat carelessly. They’re allowed to tease him, but they also have to respect him because he belongs to me. Alexander turns in my arms and looks me over as his fingers trail lightly along the edge of the small bandage at my neck, and the concern on his face makes me want to tell him again that I’m fine, even though I already know he won’t fully believe me.

The doctors still insist the bullet missing anything vital was some kind of miracle, but I think Francesco just had a shitty aim. The worst of it has passed anyway. The pressure dressing is gone, replaced with nothing more than gauze and a bandage now that the wound has mostly healed, and apart from the occasional pull when I turn my head too quickly, it barely bothers me anymore.

Alexander’s hand lingers near my neck for another second before he takes a deep breath and finally steps away from the mirror. “Okay, let’s go.”

I take his hand and lead him out of our bedroom, keeping my fingers wrapped around his as we ride the elevator down and cross the lobby. Outside, Davide is already waiting beside the BMW with the back door open.

Alexander’s phone starts ringing just as I climb in beside him, and he removes it from his pocket before glancing at the screen and answering.

“Hi, Mom. Did you leave yet?”