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The week drags on despite my exit on Saturday night. Lex said nothing more, only asking me briefly if I sorted out the issue. I assured him it was all taken care of and threw myself into business mode to close the deal, spending additional time to make sure we didn’t lose this client.
I barely sleep, working all hours of the day. In between all the madness of work, I need a new assistant. Human Resources has narrowed it down to three women, and all I need to do is interview them. Like I have the fucking time. But I also know it’s in my best interest, given I don’t need someone who would rather suck dick than do the job they are paid to do.
And with Amelia in the picture, the last thing I need is a distraction in the office.
Yet all of my efforts during the week enable me to completely shut off on Saturday night. I want complete attention on Amelia with plans to devour every inch of her body. Although it has been a tough week, her random text messages keep me going, not to mention the dirty texting we often find ourselves in. I’m this close to abandoning everything to drive up to New Haven again but can’t afford to jeopardize all the hard work I’ve been doing because my dick can’t control itself.
Inside my apartment, the air is toasty from the fireplace roaring in the living room. Outside, the temperatures drop drastically with weather forecasts predicting a snowstorm this weekend.
Amelia sits on the bar stool with her hands resting on the countertop and a glass of red wine in front of her. Wearing a low-cut blouse and leather skirt, her crossed legs expose her thighs, making me want to run my tongue down her delicate skin.
Ignoring my hard dick beneath my pants, I continue to stir the sauce the way my nonna taught me, careful not to ruin my perfectly planned meal.
“How very Italian of you,” she comments, with a knowing grin. “Who taught you how to cook?”
“My nonna,” I tell her fondly. “Only when my mom wasn’t arguing with her in the kitchen. I remember she told me when I was young, my Italian blood needed to pass on for generations. She would have a heart attack if I didn’t procreate and give her Italian grandchildren.”
“So, do you…” She clears her throat, then drinks some wine before continuing, “… date Italian women?”
I taste the sauce before leaning over and kissing her lips. “Once, in college, but I prefer the all-American emerald-green-eyed type.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m here, and besides, I’m quarter Cuban. What would your nonna say about that?”
“Probably disown me. Luckily, she’s living it up in Boca. Can’t judge me from her bingo table.”
Amelia grins as I serve her food. We walk toward the table and begin to eat, talking about anything and everything. Despite our difference in age, we have plenty in common, our conversation never falling stale.
My eyes fall upon her every movement from watching her dig the fork into the pasta to swirling it around in a circular motion before bringing the fork to her pink lips. A drop of sauce falls upon her bottom lip, and slowly, her tongue rolls over the exact spot, causing my dick to almost combust on the spot.
Two more bites into her meal and I can’t hold back any longer, pulling her off her seat and demand she lay on the table while I spread her legs and fuck her sweet pussy.
Watching her body convulse around me, I follow suit and collapse onto her with our breaths equally as strangled.
“That was…” She chokes, unable to finish her sente
nce.
“Not enough,” I warn her. “Eat your dinner because you’re going to need the stamina.”
With an amused expression, she tries to hide the playing smirk but fails miserably.
“What happened to Netflix and chill?”
“Just chill,” I tell her sternly. “Now eat.”
In the morning, my arms wrap around hers as we both lay quietly. Despite spending the night tangled between the sheets because I’m greedy and wanted to taste every inch of her, we both fell into a blissful sleep. I can’t recall the last time I slept so well, missing the warmth of a body beside me since I’ve lived a solitary life for a while now.
My greed continues to consume me, entering her while she sleeps and waking her up to her body completely under my spell. Her arousal is wet, making beautiful sounds as we both finish blissfully once again.
Steadying our breaths, she rests her head against my chest.
“Will, I don’t know what you want from me.”
I continue to run my fingers up and down her arm. “Do I need to show you again? Perhaps back door to give you a break.”
She smiles in my embrace. “You’re an ass.”
“I’d like to be in your ass sometime soon.”
