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“Look at me, Tia,” I murmur, my body aching with the need to see the pleasure in her eyes.
She does as I say, her head tipping lazily as she opens her eyes to reveal the intense lust, turning them dark and distant. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, telling me she’s getting close to orgasm. So I lean in to capture the lobe of her ear between my teeth.
Tia cries out in pleasure, her clit twitching beneath my palm, and her knees buckle. I hold her close, supporting her weight as I finger her more adamantly now, stroking inside her and curling my fingers to find that special spot that drives her wild.
“Oh, god!” she whimpers.
“Say my name, and I’ll let you come,” I breathe in her ear.
“Please, Leo,” she moans.
And though it’s the same plea she gave me on the balcony during our wedding night, I can hear that they’re worlds apart in meaning. And this time, her gentle request nearly undoes me.
“Come for me, Tia,” I command, compressing her clit with the pad of my thumb as I drive her toward oblivion.
Tia sobs as she topples over the edge, her walls clamping around my fingers as her clit pulses beneath my thumb. She breathes heavily, her fingers softening in my hair as her euphoria leaves her weak and trembling in my arms.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, pressing a kiss behind her ear as I relish the feel of her pussy begging me to stay deep inside her.
A fist pounds unceremoniously on my door, making Tia yelp, and she jerks upright, the motion removing my fingers from her.
“Get a move on, Leo. You’re going to be late,” my father growls through the door.
Groaning, I know I’m in for a painful night. Because he’s right. It’s time to go. Fresh color blossoms in Tia’s cheeks, and we both laugh breathily at the abrupt interruption.
“We better get going,” I say, and she nods her understanding.
I release Tia only after I’m certain she’s steady on her feet once more. And as she straightens her dress and panties, stepping into her black heels a moment later, I turn to collect my suit coat.
Before we walk out the door, I adjust myself to mask the intense arousal still thrumming through me. This is going to be a very long and painful dinner.
18
TIA
I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to Leo taking my hand. Which is exactly what he does as he walks me down the ornately decorated hallway toward the front door, where our car awaits. He did it walking in from the garden earlier as well, and each time, it sends my heart into a frenzy.
I might hate him, but I can’t deny that Leo is sexy as sin. And I don’t see the harm in enjoying the way he touches me while I still can. Not to mention the pleasure I get out of knowing it’s torturing him. Because despite his best attempt to hide it, I can still see the bulge in his pants from our unfinished business. And it can’t be comfortable.
I still fully intend to destroy Leo, so the mind-blowing attraction between us most definitely has an expiration date. But in the meantime, I plan to utilize sex as best I can.
He glances at me from the corner of his eye, and I smile, sharing in our secret as he gives my hand a slight squeeze.
I love the fact that he’s going to have our unfinished business on his mind during this dinner that’s so important to him. It’s a minor victory, and one I imagine will tell me a lot about his ambition and self-restraint—or lack thereof.
We arrive at the mayor’s house with three minutes to spare, and Leo offers me a hand as I slide from the back seat of the black escalade. It seems tonight he’s forgone the canary-yellow Ferrari for something a little more understated. A wise choice if he’s trying to make an impression on Mayor Romney, I think.
As I look up at the charming colonial-style house of our host, it most definitely would appear that he’s not the extravagant, showy type because, while the house is by no means small, it’s certainly modest for a man of his position.
“Ah, here are the newlyweds we’ve been waiting for,” Mayor Romney says, throwing the front door wide before we’ve even reached the top steps. “Welcome to our humble home.”
I can’t help but smile at the portly man’s friendly demeanor, and behind him, his petite wife beams at me.
“You look lovely, Tia,” she says, pulling me in for a hug as soon as I step inside.
“What a beautiful home you have,” I say, scanning the space and immediately feeling a sense of home and happiness wash over me.
“Oh, you’re too sweet,” she says.
