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I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit until a gasping moan broke free. She bucked against my hand, forcing me deeper.
“That’s it.” My velvety murmur glided between us. “Give into it, sweetheart. Let me feel you come all over my hand.”
“Fuck you.”
I let out a soft laugh. “That’s the idea.”
Vivian put up a good fight, but her resistance gradually melted and she clutched my shoulders harder, grinding shamelessly against my hand while I increased my pace. Her little moans and pants mingled with the slick sounds of my fingers fucking her pussy, and soon, my fingers were soaked with her juices.
I didn’t touch my cock even though it was so fucking hard it ached. I was too enraptured by the sight of Vivian’s arousal—flushed cheeks, parted lips, heavy-lidded eyes.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
My rhythm continued. In and out, faster and deeper, until she finally split apart with a sharp cry.
I kept my fingers inside her and pressed my thumb against her clit again, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm until her trembles subsided.
Only then did I withdraw my hand while she slumped against the bookcase, her chest heaving.
“Make no mistake,mia cara.” I grasped her chin and tilted it up. I pulled her bottom lip down with my thumb, letting her taste her own arousal. “Thisisbusiness. And if there’s one thing I take seriously, it’s my investments.”
CHAPTER14
Vivian
Idreamt of Dante three nights in a row.
I couldn’t recall what happened in the dreams, but I woke up each morning with the phantom touch of his hands between my thighs and a tight ball of need in my stomach.
Cold showers only helped temporarily, and Dante’s absence while he was in California was both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing because I didn’t have to face him with amorphous memories of sex dreams running through my head.
A curse because without new interactions to distract me, all I could think about was our night in Valhalla’s library.
His grip on my neck. His fingers filling me as I shamelessly rode his hand to orgasm. The desire in his eyes as he watched me come apart in his arms, so hot and potent it’d almost driven me to the peak again.
A shiver that had nothing to do with the weather rolled over my body.
The day had dawned gray and drizzly, and while I usually only liked the rain when I was tucked snug and warm in my bed, I relished the chill today. It cleared my thoughts—as much as they could be cleared anyway.
I checked my watch as I wound past the puddles gathering on the sidewalk, umbrella in hand. I’d finished lunch in record time since I wanted to browse Lohman & Sons before my next meeting at two.
It was the Russo Group’s largest jewelry subsidiary. Up until now, I mostly wore my family’s brand of jewels, my engagement ring notwithstanding, but since I was marrying a Russo, it made sense to add more of their products to my collection.
Rain and retail therapy. Two things guaranteed to take my mind off Dante.
The ring of my phone dragged me out of my thoughts before they took me down an unwanted path.
An unknown caller on my work phone. Unusual but not unheard of.
“This is Vivian.” I slipped into my professional voice and stopped in front of the Lohman & Sons entrance. An elegant older woman passed by with an immaculately groomed white poodle. Both wore matching quilted Chanel jackets.
Only on the Upper East Side.
“Vivian, dear, how are you?” Buffy’s throaty voice oozed over the phone. “This is Buffy Darlington.”
My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t talked to Buffy since her granddaughter’s birthday two weeks ago. The payments were settled, the contracts fulfilled. The Darlingtons seemed happy with the event, but then why would Buffy be calling me on a random Tuesday afternoon?
