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Walking out of her office, I get to the elevator.
“Cindy, go home, have a long weekend. I will call you on Monday to talk. I’m not sure how much I will be in the office next week.” I listen as she explains to Cindy, who eyes me up and down before she nods.
“Are you okay, Emi?” I hear her ask as the elevator arrives, and I think this is the first person I have noticed that actually seems to care for Emilia. Clearly, they are close, and I now understand Emilia’s need to financially look after Cindy. She is probably the closest person she has.
“I’m fine. Please don’t worry about me. Go home to that lovely husband of yours.” Emilia smiles wide, and Cindy is already packing up as Emilia walks to me. I take her hand and pull her with me into the elevator, and as I turn around, I notice Cindy looking right where our hands are joined before her eyes flick to me.
“Be safe,” she calls out, just as the elevator doors close. I nod to her, because as long as Emilia is with me, she will be safe. I will make sure of it.
I don’t let go of her hand for the entire drive to her apartment, and I leave Tony in the car downstairs as I walk her up to grab her things.
“I won’t need much. Just a few days, right? Then I can come back here?” she asks me as she walks into her bedroom, and I follow her.
“Sure, whatever you say,” I mumble to her as she stalks around her room, opening drawers and grabbing out some clothes. I look over her space, seeing it spotless.
“Can you give me a hand?” she asks from her wardrobe, and I see her on her tiptoes, trying to get a bag from the top shelf.
I watch her for a moment, her body stretched, her curves perfect, the light hitting her just right and showcasing her hair flowing down her back. As I step closer, I see her long black lashes shadowing her cheeks. With laser focus on her voluptuous, hot as sin body, my cock’s already throbbing, itching to take off her clothes.
“You want me to help you, bambolina?” I whisper out as I come up behind her, her back now flush with chest. I run my hands up and down her sides slowly, feeling every dip from her hips up the soft curve of her stomach and down again.
“Nico…” she says my name breathlessly before I cut her off as I lower my mouth to her neck. As I taste her skin, I hear her breath catch and her breasts push out a little as her back arches.
I grip her hips tight and pull her ass flush with my hard cock, grinding her into me. “See what you do to me, bambolina. You drive me crazy,” I whisper against her skin as my lips caress her neck, gliding up to her ear. Her head falls back onto my chest as she whimpers, and my hands travel around the front of her torso. Running up her chest, I cup her perfect fucking tits, groaning at the feel of her.
“You are such a tease,” she mumbles as she turns around in my arms to face me, her eyes hooded, her breasts pushing up against my chest. I drop my head then, skirting my lips across her jaw, inhaling her aroma, and licking up her throat, wanting to eat her whole.
Then… I snap.
My hand reaches up to grab the back of her neck, and I pull her lips to mine. The kiss is instantly just as passionate as it was in front of Piccolina’s the other night, but now, in the privacy of her four walls, I am not going to stop.
“Nico, we can’t be doing this. I’m working for you,” she moans her denial, her body leaning against mine.
“Is that all you got, Emilia? Because you and I both know that nothing I do plays by the rules.” I kiss her again, my tongue demanding and hers meeting mine, fighting for dominance.
“But we have to work together. I don’t want it to be awkward,” she says in between our kisses, her body telling me the complete opposite of her mouth.
“Fuck work. If you keep whimpering and withering your body against mine, I am not stopping. I can’t stop anymore,” I growl, and she pushes her body against mine once more. Her body is telling me exactly what she wants. And I’m taking it.
Lowering my hands again, I cup her ass before I grab it hard and hoist her up my body. I hear her sharp intake of breath as her feet leave the floor and wrap around my waist, her dress slipping up her thigh, and I get another glimpse of her flawless legs.
“Fuck,” I growl, my hands squeezing her ass as I grind into her hot core, already knowing she wants this just as badly as I do.
Her arms circle around my neck, our lips still devouring each other, our kisses frantic, our need explosive. I have never felt like I do right now. I need her body, need to make hermine.
I turn and walk out of her wardrobe and make my way to her bed. “You make my blood boil…” I growl out to her, all the while not allowing my lips to leave her skin even once.
“You are insufferable…” she banters back, her hands moving to my chest, where she begins to undo the buttons on my shirt.
“You are so fucking aggravating...” I throw her onto the bed and rip off my shirt, flinging it across the room, before I hover over the top of her, admiring her body that is still too covered for my liking.
“You are infuriating…” she says, as my hands reach her bare thighs. I brush them up her legs, pushing up her dress until it pools around her waist, giving me a perfect view of some pretty black lace underwear that I know I will be keeping.
“You are fucking perfect…” I tell her, my eyes now trained on hers, my hands itching to pull her underwear off, but I want to see more of her first.
“I need you. I want you so bad...” My eyes flick to hers because it sounded like a beg, and Ireallywant her to beg. She looks at me with wanting, and as much as I want to take my time, I can’t. I want her too damn much.
I grip her waist, feeling her soft skin under my touch before I continue to run my hands up her torso, taking the jersey dress with me, my thumbs skimming her nipples on the outside of her lacy bra. I hear her intake a breath, and she sits up, lifting her arms above her head as I slip her dress right off her body.
