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ChapterTwelve
I’m bored out of my mind. It’s been six hours and twenty-two minutes since I left T’s office after lunch. But it’s not like I’m counting or anything. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve video chatted with my mum and dad, with Reilly and Bray, and with Alyssa, who just gave birth to a beautiful little baby boy. They named him Ash. I love him already. I wish I was there to cuddle up with him. I went online and sent them one of almost everything blue I could find in the baby store.
I’m pacing the shelves of my in-laws’ huge library. There’s nothing here I want to read though, and I don’t know where my kindle is. I need something to escape my own mind, something to escape this boredom. What I really need is to go back to work. I need a purpose other than being Mrs. Valentino. I move over to the desk and open the MacBook that’s on the table. I have no idea whose computer it is, but I’m hoping that it’s not password protected and already connected to the internet.
I laugh when I open it and the blank password box stares back at me. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. These men are paranoid as shit. Theo has two passwords on his phone alone. Don’t ask me how that works because I have no idea. But if you do get through the first one, you then have to get past the second before you can access anything in the device.
“Something amusing?” a gravelly voice asks, making me jump like I’ve just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
“Jesus, T, you have to stop scaring me like that. I’m too young to have a heart attack,” I scold him while eye-fucking him.Hard.He’s leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, with the sleeves of his white business shirt rolled up to his elbows and his tie undone around his neck. Damn, he makes one fine picture. My mouth waters at the sight.
He growls as he steps forward, kicking the door shut. “If you keep looking at me like that, dolcezza, I’m the one at risk of having a heart attack.”
“How am I looking at you?” I ask, watching him slowly make his way over to the desk.
“Like you’re hungry, and I’m your next meal.”
“Well, perhaps I am. But I don’t see how that would give you a heart attack.”
He reaches the desk, spins the chair around, and drops to his knees in front of me. Grabbing my chin between his fingers, he says, “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast until everyone in this fucking house can hear you scream my name. And then I’m going to do it all over again. And again. And again.”
“Oh, okay.” What do I say to that? Maybe ayes please? My other thought is:why haven’t you started yet?But I don’t get a chance to say anything before T is running his fingers up and down my calves.
He reaches the hem of my skirt. “I don’t like this dress,” he mumbles.
“What’s wrong with the dress?”
“You look too fucking hot in it. Do you have any idea how hard I was at lunch, being able to look but not touch, because you didn’t come alone?”
“Mmm, how hard?”
“Fuckingrockhard. I had to go into the bathroom after you left and relieve myself.”
“Well, you could have asked me to stay. It’s not like I had anything else to do.”
“We will come back to that statement later. But right now, I need a taste.” He pushes my dress up past my hips, pulling my ass to the edge of the seat. His fingers tug my panties to the side, and his tongue runs along the length of my pussy, bottom to top. One long, slow lick.
My fingers go straight to his hair. “Mmm, I missed you today.”
“I miss you every second I’m not touching you, dolcezza,” he says before leaning in and licking again. The vibration from the growl that leaves his lips runs through my core.
“Oh God! Shit, T!” I was so worked up just from looking at him; it’s not going to take much to push me over the edge.
“Louder! I want to hear your screams echo off the fucking walls, Holly.” Well, if he keeps doing that thing with his tongue the whole of New York will hear me. His tongue pushes into my pussy, in and out, in and out, before he runs it back up to my clit. It’s like he has a map, or his tongue has a magnetic connection with my clit because the man never freaking misses.
His teeth graze over my hardened, sensitive bud. “Oh God!” I grind up, lifting my hips to meet his mouth, my hands now clinging to the armrests of the chair. My nails are probably ruining the leather. Not that I care. All I care about is chasing this high to the end.
T’s fingers tease my opening, before they dip in and then out. He drags a finger around and circles my back hole. Oh shit, I squirm. I know I freaking like it when he does this to me, but it still feels so dirty. So forbidden. So…everything.The moment he pushes forward, my whole body tenses up, the sensations running through every nerve ending. “Relax, dolcezza, you’re going to rip my finger right off.” T laughs.
“Oh God!” My palms cover my face in embarrassment. Shit, I will myself to relax.
T uses his free hand to pull my arms down. He looks me directly in the eye. “Good girl. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
Something is very wrong with my psyche, because the moment he praises my response, my pussy gushes. T smirks up at me before his tongue dips in, and he sucks. He literally sucks like he’s drinking his beverage of choice. My thighs quake. I’m a squirming, writhing mess. His tongue travels up to my clit and circles before his mouth closes over and his teeth nibble. His finger in my back hole starts moving slowly. My head falls against the chair as I give in to the pleasure scorching through me. I don’t know how he does it, how he makes me feel so freaking good. My eyes close as wave after wave of pure ecstasy passes over me. I can hear my cries, hear his name leaving my lips. Faintly. As if the voice isn’t my own.
His movements slow as he drags his finger out and kisses his way down my right thigh, before he bites into the soft flesh. At the same time, he slams two fingers into my weeping pussy, sending me over the edge again. I must black out momentarily because when I open my eyes, T is staring down at me. When did he stop? When did he stand up?
“Welcome back. You good?” he asks. I don’t have the strength for words so I nod my head yes to answer him. I’m better than good. I feel bloody great. “Good, because I am far from finished with you.” He lifts me to my feet, spins me around, and pushes my body down on the desk. “You’re going to want to hold on, dolcezza.”
