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“From where I’m sitting? It’s not looking too good for you.”
I glare at him, my skin on fire from his touch. “Then why are you still here?”
“Because I can’t fucking help myself. Not when you’re staring at me the way you are.”
I’m going to hell for this. Surely every step I’ve made tonight is nothing but wrong because I can think of nothing else but kissing him. Marco must notice the change in my expression, because he sucks in a deep breath.
“What—” He cuts off at the sound of a zipper, and I’m pulling down his fly before I even realize what I’ve done.
“Let’s see how vulnerable you’ll be around me,” I whisper.
Taking a second to yank the earpiece out and toss it far away, I pull out his already-thickening cock. Oh my god, it’s gorgeous andhuge. I can barely get my hand around it as I squeeze. This antique velvet couch puts me at the perfect height, and I cast one last look up to his eyes before darting my tongue out to slick it across the underside of him.
He’s thick and hard, and the mushroom head of him throbs as I watch. I lean in and suck him deep until my lips press to my fingers. He hits the back of my throat, and Marco sucks in another breath, this one strangled.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
But he doesn't touch me, doesn’t string his hands through my hair the way I wish he would while I work him. I close my lips around him to increase the suction while I work my head up and down in time with my hands. He stays still, his hips jerking occasionally when I find just the right spot. I release him with a pop and swirl my tongue around his crown.
“Nice dick,” I murmur before sucking him deep again. This is what Natasha Moretti would do.
His grunt tells me everything I need to know.
This is insane.I’minsane, to go down on a dude I just met who is the absolute definition of dangerous and untrustworthy.
Yet…
It’s not the champagne to blame. It’s not the champagne or adrenaline or anything else egging me on while I lap at him, edging him closer to completion. It’s instinct, and there is something about Marco Zicari in this moment that I don’t want to resist. I want to trust him.
I’m going to go with my gut on this one. Well, maybe my pussy. Let’s just hope the horny bitch doesn’t get me killed.
I slide my tongue across his slit, lapping at the leaking precum before pulling back. I glance up at him and continue to work his cock with one hand, and then two, cupping his balls.
“How close are you?” I ask.
His eyes darken. “Close enough to hope you’re hungry.”
My lips part in a smile. “Starving.”
I keep bobbing my head until his movements grow strained, his hips slamming forward before he cups the back of my head and holds me in place, fucking my face faster, harder. Tears spring to the corner of my eyes, saliva pooling and dripping down my chin. He grunts again and his dick spasms, shooting hot cum down my throat faster than I’m able to swallow it.
I gag on his cock, but he won’t let up until he’s spilled every last drop down my throat. Finally, Marco releases me, and I gasp for breath, reaching up to wipe the tears from my eyes.
“I think we’ve both shown the other more than we want.” He sounds breathless. Staring at me, he reaches out to tuck himself back into his boxers, zipping his pants. “At this point, I’d call this better than a handshake.”
I’m dripping wet from sucking him off and wondering how his cock will feel inside me. “I guess we’ve agreed to work together, huh?”
“I’ll be happy to return the favor—” Marco starts, right as the door to the room opens and his brother strides inside.
CHAPTER6
Marco
“It smells like sweat and cum in here.” Stefan’s laughter booms, and that instantly has me straightening. I step quickly in front of Natasha while she composes herself.
“I can only guess what’s happened in here, little brother, and I commend you for moving so quickly.” Stefan doesn’t bother to close the door. He just starts to clap, slowly, for effect. “I never thought you’d be able to seal the deal this quickly.”
It’s clear we’ve been doingsomethingin this room, something I’d rather not discuss with my brother. Half a second later, “Natasha” clears her throat and stands, the skirt of her dress falling gracefully back into place and pooling around her ankles.
