Page 19 of City of Wind and Lies

He didn't ask, but I want him to know I'm single.

Jesus, Wren. He's your boss now. Stop acting like a thirsty bitch…

"You're not surprised?" His hand strokes the shadow of stubble cast on his sharp jawline. "You knew," he accuses.

I roll my lip between my teeth and nod my head at him.

His mouth relaxes into a thin line and he goes quiet. The silence hangs heavy in the air around us and my anxiety swirls wildly inside me.

"It was the butterfly," I admit. "Ya know, your tattoo?" I point up to his chest.

Bowie's eyebrows furrow together as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Cazzo."

Pushing off from his desk, he runs a hand through his hair as he paces the room, muttering what seems like a string of angry curses in another language.

I don't know why, but suddenly I'm up on my feet, falling into step beside him. His muscle flexes beneath my palm as I rest a hand on the crest of his bicep.

Maybe I don't want him to be angry with me. Maybe I'm scared he's upset at who I turned out to be. Maybe, I don't know, but I do know I'm drawn to Bowie Sorrentino. There’s something so dangerously beautiful about this man, the same way a shard of glass shimmers in the light. But one slip of a finger and the same edge that paints an array of colors will draw a nasty scar.

His head snaps around at my touch, eyes darkening, jaw feathering as he pins me under his gaze.

"I don't do this," he mutters, waving a hand.

Like being doused in cold water, the sting of rejection encases his words as they register and every single lustful fantasy flees my mind.

Heat creeps across my cheeks as I mentally prepare myself to slink back to my office and lick my wounds. I start to retract my hand, but his large one circles my wrist, tugging me closer as his other arm bands around my waist to hold me against him.

I breathe a gasp and I can see the conflict flickering in his hazel eyes as my fingers splay out across the hard planes of his chest.

Two fingers curl beneath my chin, tipping my face up to his as he traces my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. I don't fight the temptation that my body is begging me to give into. My mouth splits open, sucking his thumb inside.

The stifled moan that reverberates in his chest sets my core on fire, the predatory look of hunger in his eyes sending a shiver of fear down my spine.

Sinking my teeth into the flesh of his thumb, I tempt the devil, offering myself as his next sin.

"Fuck it," he says in a ragged breath before his lips slam down on mine.

Our mouths move in a fevered pace, teeth clashing, tongues lashing as his hands trail down my body. His fingers dig harshly into my hips, driving me back against the desk.

God, the way his hands roam my body, feeling every part of me- even over my clothes- has me eager for more.

I whimper, breaking the seal of our lips as he squeezes my breast. The adrenaline must be making them more sensitive.

He shifts back, hands stilling as his eyes search my face for an explanation.

No, no, no. I don't want this to stop. Desperate to not lose the moment, my fingers curl around his waistband, pulling his hard cock flush against my throbbing core. I make quick work of undoing his belt, popping the button on his navy slacks, but just as I start to sink to my knees, his hand fists my hair, pulling me upright.

"Ladies first," he growls, chest rising and falling rapidly before he spins me around, rucking my skirt up my hips and cupping my soaked panties.

"Cazzo, Passerotta," he growls, sliding the soft fabric of my thong to the side and I swear I almost come when his fingers glide across my skin.

His hand presses at the small of my back, folding me at the waist over the top of his desk. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I stare out the windows of his office and he drags my panties down my shaking legs. He taps my ankle and helps me step out of the skimpy fabric, his hands massaging my bare cheeks as his warm breath tickles my exposed folds. I feel the point of his tongue flick my clit before it flattens, widening and drawing a line from clit to ass and my thighs quiver as his large tongue darts inside me.

Trey wasn't as into giving head as he was into receiving it, so I don't have much to compare this to- but Jesus fucking Christ. It's so good. My core tightens and the dam breaks. Before I can even comprehend what’s happening, I'm gushing all over his face. Slamming my eyes shut, I cry out in pleasure, his hand quickly covering my mouth and his thick fingers replacing his tongue as he pumps them in and out of me. I push my ass back, chasing his touch as I ride out the thrashing waves of my orgasm.

"Shhh, Bella," he whispers, thumb stroking my cheek. “You’re going to be quiet so I can fuck you now.”

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