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All I could do was bask in her beauty, enjoying the moment. Getting to know each other would wait, other than carnally of course. I’d meant what I’d said. Any man of substance ensured his lady was pleasured before he ever dared to find satisfaction himself.

Her grip on her glass of wine was white knuckled, her face glistening more than before. The way her long lashes were skimming across her cheeks kept my attention rapt. And as she erupted in a sweet moment of release, I drank in her scent and the vision of her to store in my memory banks.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

When she was finished, finally coming down from the rafters, she took a few deep breaths before turning her head in my direction. Unable to help myself, I slowly pulled my fingers away, taking care not to remove a single drop of her luscious juice. As I brought them into the light, she darted her eyes into the crowd of customers, but a naughty smile remained on her face.

I took a few seconds rolling just one finger around her lips, forcing the long digit inside to lick it clean. She certainly didn’t need to be told what to do.

When she was finished and I’d pulled my fingers away, she took her napkin, dabbing her lips like the lady she was. I, on the other hand, shoved the entire group of four fingers into my mouth, sucking like a wild animal, making certain I was loud in my actions.

She laughed in response, the redness creeping along her cheeks as adorable as the woman herself.

When Michelangelo appeared with a steaming pie in his hand, she tried to act all prim and proper.

And all I could do was smile.

CHAPTER 18

Jenna

The music was tribal.

The dance floor was flashing neon lights under thick acrylic, festive in every way.

The club was crowded with hot, sweaty bodies.

And the man I was with was continuing to shock the hell out of me.

Taking me to his favorite restaurant to indulge in way too many slices of pizza had been spectacular. Seeing the man letting go was even better. I’d fed him and he’d fed me, the moment far too intimate, too… incredible.

Was I playing any longer? Was I trying to dupe him? The answer was just as shocking as everything else that had occurred.

No.

While he’d seemed hesitant at first to dance with me, I’d won him over, even while almost tripping in the tall heels, as I swirled around him, touching him in the most inappropriate places. Maybe the intense need for each other came from the two bottles of Chianti. Or maybe it was the intense vibrations and incredible chemistry between us.

However, I felt alive and it was a joy to see the man as if for the first time. No, I wasn’t buying into the crazy notion of this being anything more than what it was. However, enjoying ourselves a little bit wasn’t bad. Was it?

Stavros had a permanent if not devilish smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against him as a slow song came on.

“What do you think of the club?” he asked as he nuzzled into my ear.

“Fabulous.”

“I own a good portion of it.” He nipped my earlobe and as with every other touch, I instantly shivered.

“A man of many talents.” I continued thinking about what Elena had told me. The confusion was entirely different than before and it had everything to do with how he’d reacted when I’d come home later than he’d demanded.

I slipped my arms over his shoulders, taking slow and easy breaths before purposely puffing a few of them across his face. The pizza had been the best I’d ever had, Michelangelo and Dena fawning over us. And the tiramisu? To die for.

He spun me around in a complete circle, his expression utterly carnal. I was hot and wet, more so than when he’d dared to fingerfuck me in the middle of the restaurant. I’d wanted to be angry with him but had come to find out I enjoyed something so naughty. I nipped his lower lip, laughing afterwards.

“Be careful, little girl. I do bite.”

“Mmm… I’ll remember that.” We’d been dancing for almost two hours, the time spent together as surreal as the entire last few days had been. It was like I’d been taken to a different universe, but the entire day had been enjoyable. I’d even forgotten Christos and Atlas were hovering around us like watchdogs for a little while. “But what if I like it?”

As I moved against his body, still dancing in time to the beat, I tangled my fingers in his thick strands of hair. His eyes pierced mine, his dark pupils a foretelling of filthy things to come. Like before, he pressed his hard cock against me and I was thrown by the tingling sensations and the ripple of electricity.

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