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Salvatore gives a few shallow thrusts in and out, seemingly as worked up as I am. A blotchy redness has spread along his chest, neck, and shoulders, tell-tale signs he’s already very aroused.Veryclose.
I squeeze his dick, making him choke out a groan and bury his face into my neck. His hips gather speed, and he strokes deeper into me. It’s how we work—a trade off of his dick filling me and my pussy clenching around him.
We grow wilder, more impassioned, the closer we make it. As pleasure builds and we’re on the edge, we’re shaking the bed. Our pants and moans compete with the rattle of the headboard. Salvatore’s tongue is in my mouth as he kisses me and fucks me, then he growls praise in my ear about how well I take his dick.
He tells me about all the nights he lay awake in his cell thinking about moments like this. The next time he’d get to go balls deep inside me.
It’s my undoing. His growl sends shudders through me as his dick taps my sweet spot and ends me.
I come with Salvatore fighting through the spasming clench of my walls. He was right to call himself an animal—his chest rumbles like a beast, and his hips work ’til the very end, ’til his warm release is spilling into me.
Unable to control himself, he grabs my face and kisses me so deep, I’m left dizzy. Our tongues play, and we rock against each other almost in a state of post-sex aftershock.
“Fuck, Phi,” he groans, nuzzling my face and neck.
I smile at him in a state of sudden tenderness. “What?”
“I’m fucking happy to be home.” He collapses beside me, and finally I know it’s true.
It’s real. I don’t need to wrap my arms around him and question any longer—Salvatore’s really home.
* * *
We make the most of his house arrest. Salvatore’s still going a little crazy confined indoors, but the net positive is that it’s his home instead of a correctional facility.
I work from home and keep him company as much as possible. A feat that’s easier said than done considering Salvatore loves distracting me.
I’m seated by the window on my laptop when he comes up from behind and kisses a trail along my neck.
“You have no idea what it was like,” he murmurs against my skin. “So much fucking testosterone everywhere. Men in never-ending pissing contests. I never want to be around that many fucking guys again.”
A small giggle bubbles out of me as I shrug so that my shoulder comes up to my neck. “Your solution now is to distract me when I’m working?”
“I was just checking I’m really here. I’ve got a sexy wife I love that has the softest fucking skin.”
“Salvatore,” I whine.
He stands straight and holds up his hands. “I’m innocent. Just showing my appreciation. What’ve you been up to? You’ve been vague about your work.”
“Errr… the same as usual.” I pray my fibbing isn’t detectable in my tone or expression.
“Is that right? Usual as in what? What case are you working?” He moves over to take the seat by the window next to mine.
Leave it to Salvatore to actually be interested in the work I’m doing. I quickly rack my brain for an acceptable answer, which is basically anything but the truth that I’ve taken on Sasha Newton’s case after all.
“I’m working with Carlos on a lawsuit a client is filing against their former employer. It involves a lot of research on employment law.”
“Sounds like it could get messy.”
“Very.”
He pauses, and then… “How’s the Newton case coming?”
“Huh?” My heart leaps into faster beats and guilt heats my cheeks.
Meanwhile, Salvatore’s stare remains on me, giving nothing away. “Sasha Newton. The woman you were initially representing and then handed over to Carlos.”
