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“Bella.”
She jolted at that, but only briefly. Then she went to work.
She didn’t toy with him, just sucked him deep and hard. Her open-mouthed kisses had prepared him well. She took him all the way in, moaning around him, almost coaxing him to thrust.
Too much, too quick. If he got any more aroused, he’d split her in two.
Buried in the hot silk of her mouth, he couldn’t resist. He pumped his hips and fisted a handful of her silky hair, tugging her head back. In this light, her hair was more dark than light. Seductively witchy.
And he needed to see her eyes. Need filled them, the kind he hadn’t known he ached to see. He’d never seen anyone look at him that way, as if he held both the question and the answer.
His hand shook as her throat vibrated against his length, a wordless invitation for him to savage. But before he could move, she skimmed her lips down his shaft, tormenting him with thorough whips of her tongue. “You taste so good. I never enjoyed this before, but—” She stopped and gazed up at him, laughing in that jerky way she had that let him know she was nervous. “Am I doing okay?”
Enzo traced her cheekbone with his thumb, coming to a rest where a nerve pulsed under his finger. Her anxiety made him inexorably pleased, especially since he took it as proof she hadn’t been with many men. “Much better than okay. I was just about to stop you.” He drew the bead of moisture—hismoisture—across her lower lip with his fingertip. “I want to come inside you. Not in your mouth. Not yet.”
Her chin trembled, and his cock flexed in her hand. She clearly noticed, because her face relaxed into a smile. He could’ve sworn her eyes lit with the glow from her expression.
“Sounds like a good plan,” she murmured.
She rose and brushed his hair away from his forehead, just as she had the night before. The intimacy from that gesture combined with the vulnerability on her face as she guided his hand to her breast nearly made him mad. Having her once hadn’t banked his appetite.
If anything, his hunger had increased.
He flicked her nipple until she gasped against his mouth. “Are you wearing panties?”
“A thong.”
This was new. He grunted as her nails trailed over his sac. “Are they wet?”
She roped her fingers around the base of his cock, a sinuous vine that curled tighter and tighter. “See for yourself.”
He helped her out of her pants and shoes, then molded his hands to the plump globes of her ass. Skin as soft as the most precious silk warmed under his strokes. He explored the thin strip of fabric between her cheeks, following the path up to the tiny knotted strings at each hip. He lifted a brow, easing back slightly to gaze down at her. Her panties were so hot. So sensuous.
He hadn’t assumed she owned anything that skimpy. That she dressed so provocatively underneath her business clothes only added one more layer to an already appealing package.
Then again, he didn’t really know her. Not yet. But he would.
“What do you think?” she asked, taking his hand and sliding it between thighs already saturated with her arousal.
She arched as he toyed with the damp strip of material between her legs, tearing a moan from her as the material twisted against her sensitive flesh. “I think you’re drenched.”
Appreciation for that fact made him eager and clumsy, and it took him more than one try to get her underwear out of the way. Finally, he touched the quivering heart of her. That she was so ready, so pliant and trusting in his arms, only made him want her more.
He swallowed her breathy moans on a long kiss as the slick wetness of her drew his finger deep. While he explored her, he matched the rhythm of his kisses to his movements, coaxing her tongue into his mouth until he could suck on her the way her pussy sucked at his fingers.
Her dark eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks when he pushed two fingers in, her body clenching from the fresh intrusion. So damn tight. His breath caught as he felt the first flutters deep inside her. He loved hearing her throaty moans as he made her come.
Loved everything about being with her. The way she threw her head back and her eyes glittered, the musky scent of their joining.
He was addicted to her. And already, he knew he was in too deep.
“Fuck me. Please.”
As if she had to ask.
He didn’t think about anything but the nearest surface and how to get her on it. From the crook of her finger, she obviously agreed, though she drew him toward the low table next to the printer, not the higher, much better angle of the copier.
Without a word, he removed the output tray on top and set it aside. Then he plucked her up and set her where he wanted her, swallowing her gasp of surprise as he covered her mouth with his own.
