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Paul’s voice filled the small space, smooth and refined. “Yes, sir?”
“Paul, the elevator’s stuck.”
“One moment, sir.” A crackle of static, followed by, “Sir, one of the construction crews stayed late. They shut down the elevator to work on something. It’ll be just a minute.”
He ground his teeth. He wasn’t paying one of the top construction firms in Italy as much as he was to have them—
Anna’s hands moved up over his chest, grabbed onto the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him down for a kiss. His arms wrapped around her, a habit now when she kissed him. She tasted sweet, like lemons and raspberries.
She nibbled on his lower lip, eliciting a groan. The first two days, he’d been adamant that she allow him to teach her, to go slow and savor each moment. But once he’d allowed her to sink to her knees in the shower and take his length in her mouth, he’d been lost. Anna approached lovemaking with the same carefree joy and curious adventurousness she approached life with. It was intoxicating.
“Might as well make the most of our time,” she whispered against his mouth with a smile.
She had no idea the battle raging inside him. But her words hit hard. They had one night left before they joined the rest of the family in Marseilles. One more night to enjoy her body before he had to make the most critical decision of his life. He might have a lifetime of this kind of pleasure with her...or this might be the last time.
The thought of another man touching her, kissing her, made his hands tighten on her waist and pull her body against his. She gasped, arched against him. His fingers tangled in her hair and, with a gentle tug, he tilted her head back, baring her neck to his lips. He trailed kisses along her throat to the beautifully tanned skin of her breasts swelling past that seductively plunging neckline.
One hand drifted up, the diamond bracelet winking under the lights of the elevator. With a tug, the bodice sagged, the straps sliding down her arms to reveal her bare breasts. His lust became a living thing, pulsing in his veins as he dipped his head and sucked a pebbled peak into his mouth. He kept one hand on her waist, the other drifting up to cup her other breast and tease the nipple with his thumb. Her fingers delved into his hair, frantic, as her breathing quickened, the sound urging him on. He glanced up to see her eyes closed, lashes dark against her skin, rosy lips parted as she panted. His gaze drifted to the mirrored walls behind her, the reflection of his seductive foreplay and her passionate response reflected a hundred times all around them.
“Open your eyes, Anna. Watch.”
Her lashes swept up. Pink tinged her cheekbones as she smiled shyly at the mirrors. God, he loved that about her. How, even after everything he’d introduced her to, she could still be so innocent.
As he continued to lavish attention on her breasts, he caught her gaze in the mirror, held it. Her smile turned daring as her touch drifted away from his hair, down his back and then around front. He felt her fingers on his trousers, heard the hiss of his zipper and then groaned as she reached in and wrapped her fingers around him.
He calculated the likelihood of how long it would take Paul to reach the construction workers and get the elevator moving. Probably too soon for him to make love to her the way he wanted to, but not too soon for him to still make her come apart in his arms.
He reached down, fisted her skirts and lifted the frothy material. Her eyes glazed over as his fingers slipped inside the silk thong she’d donned for the evening.
So wet, so hot.
He rubbed her silken flesh, watched her face as he slipped a finger inside her molten heat. She writhed against him, moaning his name. Her hand tightened on his hardness, but before she could start the rhythm that had undone him two nights ago, he pulled her hand away, grabbed her arm and lifted it above her head. He paused in his sensual ministrations to her core and captured her other arm, pinning both above her head in his grasp.
He would remember her like this forever. Hair tumbling down over her shoulders, her naked breasts barely visible through the dark curtain, lips swollen and eyes alight with desire for him.
He leaned in, kissed her as he reached back under her skirts, slipped a finger inside and savored the clench of her muscles around him. He slid in and out, brushing his thumb over her most sensitive place, savoring the hitch in her breath, the scent of her passion curling around him and making him feel like a god for bringing her such pleasure.
“Antonio, please.”
He wanted to drag out the moment, tease her, savor the feel of her as he gazed in the mirrors and saw every single angle of their bodies pressed together.
But he had no desire for Paul or any of the construction workers to see Anna like this. Because then he’d have to kill them.
He quickened his pace, stroking his finger in and out as he lovingly massaged her. When she came, his name escaped her lips on a cry as she shuddered against him, her head dropping to his shoulder. He turned his head, pressed a quick kiss to her temple, then slid the straps of her dress up to cover her once more.
Not a moment too soon. With a grinding of gears, the elevator jerked back into motion. Paul’s voice came back on.
“Is it working, sir?”
“Yes. Good night, Paul.”
A breathy laugh sounded against his throat. “Are there cameras in here?”
“Not yet. Next week.”
Dios mío.He hadn’t even considered that they might be recorded.
Because you weren’t thinking with your brain.
