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Her soft smile slowly faded as she swirled her glass. “It’d be fun to attend culinary school in Paris or here in Florence…make my own recipes and open my own restaurant. That wouldn’t be a bad career option. The hours would be rough, but the satisfaction might make it worth it.”
There was a missing page to this story, because I couldn’t understand how a protective father would allow his beloved daughter to run an empire that filled the streets with blood. She would always have a target on her back—and I couldn’t imagine him wanting that for her. There must be more to the situation, but Dante chose to keep that information to himself. “I can see it. Wearing a white chef’s jacket…black lingerie underneath.”
She released a chuckle. “I like wearing lingerie, but not at work.”
All my muscles tightened as my interest was piqued. “You do?”
“Yeah. I like to wear it underneath my dresses before I go out…and watch his reaction when I undress.” She gave me a playful smile across the table, her fingers pinching the stem of her wineglass.
Fuck. My eyes moved to her dress, wishing I could see what was underneath. “You better be wearing some tonight.”
“I guess we’ll have to see…” She dismissed my advance by taking another drink of her wine. Her cheeks had turned crimson, either because of the tension or because she’d had too much to drink. Whatever the reason, she looked beautiful.
She barely had a chance to carry the tray to the kitchen counter when I moved behind her.
I pressed my chest into her back, pinning her against the cabinets, and I felt her back rise with the deep breath she took in reaction. My head dipped toward her cheek, and I grabbed the front of her neck, my fingers pressing into her jawline, holding her in place as I yanked up her dress to see that fine ass.
The black lace of a strapless bodysuit was visible, a pattern of roses sewn into the material. It was a beautiful color against her skin, and I immediately released a quiet moan in satisfaction when I saw it. “You put this on for me.” I forced her face farther my way, making her meet my gaze.
She swallowed. “Yes.”
That meant she’d put it on and anticipated my reaction, anticipated how hard my dick would become at the sight of her. I pressed myself into her back, just so she could feel how much this turned me on. My fingers slid between her cheeks and curled toward her front, wondering if this was crotchless.
My fingers landed on her bare flesh, warm and soft, already wet like she’d been thinking about fucking me since the moment I’d walked in the door—and probably even before that. My eyes stayed on hers as I watched her breathe harder than before, both excited and nervous. I forced her eyes to remain on mine as I slipped a finger inside, her moisture greeting me in a flood.
She sucked in a breath.
My cock twitched.
I slipped another finger inside her and started to thrust gently, to let her arousal soak into my skin so I could taste it later. Her eyes glazed over in desire but continued to meet my stare, her breaths growing more labored. My thumb brushed across her bottom lip as I stared at her pretty mouth, wanting to kiss those lips but also fuck them.
She released a moan when I curled one of my fingers around to rub her clit. She had an instantaneous reaction, her core tightening when the pleasure vibrated through her body.
I wanted to kiss her, but watching all the stages of desire move across her face was so addictive. Her sassy attitude disappeared, and she melted right before me, her pussy a puddle in my hand.
I cradled her face to mine and kissed her, and the second our lips touched, it was fire. Her hips rocked with the movements of my fingers, pressing her clit hard into the finger that gave it pleasure. Her kiss was sloppy because of her desperate breaths, her tongue uncoordinated, but it was so sexy knowing I was the cause of her loss of coordination.
I should have carried her to the couch a long time ago, but her kiss and her pussy felt so damn good that I didn’t want to leave. My cock would slide into that glistening pussy at some point, and the anticipation made me so damn hard.
One of her hands balanced her against the counter, while the other hand cupped the back of my head, holding on as she kissed me, her fingers fisting my short hair. With her lips against mine, she begged, “Fuck me.”
I moaned against her lips before I slipped my tongue inside, claiming her entire mouth before I unsnapped my jeans and tugged them down far enough to let my cock come free. She was taller than the average woman and wearing heels, so that made it possible for me to push my head through her entrance and slide right in.
She released a gasp when she felt me, and that was when I shoved my fingers into her mouth.
“Suck.”
She immediately sucked on my fingers, tasting herself as I fucked her against the kitchen counter, my other arm wrapped around her chest and her shoulder. I kept her tight against me as I thrust, my dick sliding through the desire that dripped all the way to my balls.
She moaned, her lips growing slack around my fingertips.
My lips hung next to her ear. “I love the way you taste, Pretty.”
She returned to sucking my fingers, her pussy clenching right around my dick. She was already prepared to blow, the slickness and the tightness paramount. Her hips bucked against mine, taking my dick with the same enthusiasm as I gave to her.
“Come all over my dick, Pretty.” I pulled my fingers from her mouth and pressed them against her clit. I rubbed her nice and slow, giving her hard pressure that made her body start to buckle.
Her moans were loud now, echoes that reached the next apartment. She pushed into my hand then shoved her ass back against me, wanting my hand but also my dick. She gripped my forearm for balance, and then she came with a shudder. “Fuck…” She groaned through gritted teeth. “Yes…yes.”
