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LORENZO
My cock throbs painfully as soon as I open my eyes, just like it has every morning for the past two weeks. I stalk through this house in a constant state of semi-arousal, feeling like I’m going to tear someone’s head off. Only now I can’t jerk off because Mia is all I can see when I do. Incessant thoughts of her fill my mind. Her sensuous curves. Her smile. The way she smells—so sweet and tempting. The memory of her hot, wet cunt squeezing my cock. The way she looked at me when she said I couldn’t make her come.
Throwing back the covers, I jump out of bed, cursing under my breath as I stalk to the bathroom. I’ve never been so insulted in my whole fucking life. Couldn’t make her come! I could make her come so fucking hard she’d still moan at the memory when she’s a hundred years old.
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Rubbingmy temples in an attempt to stem the ever-present throbbing, I make my way to the library. She’s here. Of course she is. I can’t avoid her—or maybe I can’t stay away from her.
I walk to my desk, and she sashays past me, her perfectly round ass swaying seductively in that little yellow dress she’s wearing—the same one she wore the night she arrived. My cock twitches in my pants at the sight and the thought of all the filthy, depraved things I’d like to do to her.
“Oh, bananas,” she mutters, stooping to pick up the pen she dropped on the floor. Holy fuck! Does she do this to me on purpose? Get some sick kind of thrill from making me walk around with a constant erection? I try to avert my eyes, but they’re glued to her. Fixated on every sumptuous curve, every single movement of her sexy body.
She stands up straight and spins on her heel to face me, and I almost throw out my goddamn back trying to make it appear like I’m not staring at her ass. The grin that tugs at the corners of her full pink lips tells me I wasn’t fast enough.
“You need any help there?” she says, glancing down.
I frown at her, and it takes me a few beats to realize she’s talking about the papers in my hand, not the bulge in my suit pants.
“No, it’s fine.”
“If you’re sure.” She sinks her teeth into the pillowy cushion of her bottom lip and flutters her eyelashes. She’s fucking with me, right? Nobody can look that fucking seductive just being their regular self. Everything about this woman drives me crazy. The way she tucks her hair behind her ear. Her scent. The way she smiles—all the goddamn time. Her perky tits and how they heave and jiggle when she takes a deep breath. How she hums along randomly to tunes that pop into her head. Even the way she talks far too much. “I guess I’ll just get out of your way then,” she adds as she sashays across the room toward me, her hips swaying seductively. Like a hypnotist’s pendulum, they draw my entire focus.
Yes, she should get out of my goddamn way. She should fucking run from me before—
Her scent hits me, jasmine and lemon, and my mouth waters. All I need is one little taste. Before I can talk myself out of it, my hand darts out and catches her wrist. I squeeze tight, but she doesn’t flinch, and when I close the gap between us, her breath hitches.
I dip my head low, brushing my lips dangerously close to her sweet-smelling skin. “I could make you come, Mia.”
She shivers, but her dark eyes fix on mine. They’re more brown today, her pupils blown wide as she glares at me in challenge. She licks her lower lip and every single cell in my body screams for her. Her full pink lips part, and she breathes out two words. “Prove it.”
ChapterTwenty-One
MIA
Ihave never seen Lorenzo’s eyes so dark and full of heat. They blaze with fire, searing into my skin and making me squirm under the intensity of his gaze. I swallow hard. Did I completely misread the situation?
The hell I did. He’s the one with his hands on me, telling me he could make me come. I’m hyperaware of his fingers circling my wrist. Heat spreads from where he touches me, seeping into every part of my body and setting my skin ablaze. I go on glaring at him. Daring him. His jaw ticks. That thick vein in his temple pulses, and I grow wetter with each passing millisecond. Then he closes his eyes, momentarily breaking our connection. He draws a breath through his nose, his hand still on my wrist, and an animalistic growl rumbles in his throat. Then he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me across the room to the piano. His hard cock presses against my pussy, and I stifle a moan as I instinctively rub on him.
The corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk, so I smirk right back. He places me down on the piano with a thud before taking a seat on the stool. “You sure about this?”
I arch an eyebrow, unable to resist teasing him a little more. “Sure you can’t make me come? Yep.”
He gives a single shake of his head, lips pressed together in amusement. His hands glide up my bare calves, his touch soft and warm. I shiver with anticipation.
My voice drops to a whisper, my bravado waning. “What are you going to do?”
Amusement dances in his expression. He’s the hunter and I am the prey. Just how he likes it, I bet. “Make you come,” he answers, deadpan. His hands coast higher up my legs, brushing over my knees and beneath my dress before skating along my outer thighs.
“But how?”
His dark eyes gleam dangerously. “Does it matter?”
I swallow harshly. “I guess not.” But I’m lying. From our position, it seems like he’s going to eat my pussy, and for me, that’s the most intimate thing a man can do. How the hell will I ever look him in the face again once he’s had it buried all up in there?
That arrogant smirk is back again. “Surely you’re not nervous, sunshine? Not after you just threw down that gauntlet?” His hands move to the waistband of my panties.
I harden my glare. “No.”
