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“Just pretend you’re married to a doctor and I’m on call. Get ready for me, I won’t be long,” he says, kissing me quickly on the lips.
I sit down on the bed, anxiety, and excitement pulsating through me. Do I get undressed now or wait? I lean back on the headboard and watch the clock tick while feeling my eyelids droop with every minute that passes by.
“I understand,” I say, repeating myself for the fiftieth time.
Why does my supplier from Colombia have to call me at this very second? Part of me is glad he did because the Russians have started burning down warehouses to sabotage the Italians which is a big fucking problem.
There is little I can do until I get back to New York, but Javier doesn’t seem to grasp that. It is almost coming up to an hour on this call and I know I must end it as soon as possible if I want to rescue the rest of the night.
“Ese, you need to give us more protection,” he says worriedly.
“I will, I’ll get Franco to call you tomorrow from New York, okay? I have something I need to attend to now.”
I click off, almost tearing off the door handle as I exit the office. “Sophia?” I say, but there is no reply. “Sophia?” I walk into the bedroom, but she is lying there fast asleep, still fully dressed. For one savage moment, I consider waking her, but I decide against it and cover her up with one of the blankets on the side.
Rather than another date in a cold shower, I make a few business calls and open a bottle of whisky. I look out the window, but the night is so dark that I can barely make out anything. Only the pale moon provides dim light. The door creaks as it opens slowly, a dark shadow forming across the room. I grip my gun and turn around quickly, expecting the worst.
“Are you going to shoot me?” Sophia says in a calm voice.
“I didn’t expect you,” I reply, hastily putting the gun away.
“Clearly.” She raises an eyebrow.
“What are you doing up?” I say, rubbing my eye with the back of my hand.
“I promised you a night to remember so here I am,” she says slowly while shrugging off her silk gown to reveal red lacy underwear.
She gives me a small smile, almost reading the pleasure on my face as I lean back on my desk and take in the sight in front of me. Jesus Christ, with a body like hers, she could turn a saint into a sinner. Lucky for me, I am already one.
“You’re not too tired?” I say slowly.
“No, I’m all yours,” she says, walking towards me slowly and positioning herself between my legs.
“Really?” I say as fiery possession blazes through me.
“Really,” she says softly, staring up at me.
“Get on your knees, I want you to put my cock in your mouth,” I say huskily, watching as she bends down slowly.
I unbutton my belt buckle and let my pants drop to my knees without leaving her eyes once. She nestles herself between my thighs as I feel her heaving breasts push against them as her mouth reaches into me. I let out a small groan as her tongue touches the tip of my cock. She licks the tip delicately each time, her hot breath leaving me frustrated.
“Put it in your mouth, take every inch of it,” I command, gazing down on her.
Her mouth suctions me in, and I let out a more resounding groan as I hit the back of her throat, cursing wildly in Italian as she continues to take me deeper. Every swirl of her tongue over my cock pushes me closer to the edge, and she knows it. Our eyes meet, and I pull her hair, tightly wrapping it around my fist as I direct her mouth, running a finger against her throat as she takes me deeper.
“Fuck I’m going to come,” I say, gritting my teeth.
She looks up at me, confused, wanting to continue but I stop her. “I need to come inside you,” I say in a low voice as she detaches herself from me.
I love the feeling of her thick ponytail wrapped around my wrist as she deepthroats me. I didn’t want to come in her mouth. There will be time for that later. I pick her up roughly by her legs, ripping off her underwear before I even make it into the bedroom. Her bare sex is rubbing against my stomach, and the wetness against me makes it hard to contain myself. I throw her down on the bed and climb on top of her, opening her legs. A ravenous sense of possession overcomes me that I’ve never experienced before.
I need to own her.
“If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough.”
—Mario Andretti
HE OPENS MY LEGS WIDE AND CLIMBS BETWEEN THEM, HIS FACE LOOMING OVER MINE.
