Page 38 of The Fighter

“Oh.” The tension in her shoulders drains away. “Okay then.”

I increase my pressure on her clit, and she bites her lip to keep from crying out loud. My gut clenches. I can’t think straight around her. All the blood in my body has pooled to my cock. I feel light-headed, and it’s not from the lack of sleep. I’m dizzy with anticipation.

I attack her like I’m starving.

And only she can satiate this bone-deep hunger.

Every time my tongue flicks her clit, her entire body jerks like she’s touched a live wire. “You didn’t answer my question,” I say, adding a second finger inside her and feeling her muscles stretch to accommodate me. “Have you been to Casanova?”

“Of course not.” She sounds breathless. “Do I look like I have thousands of euros to spend on a sex club membership? I’ve heard people talk about it in hushed whispers.”

I lift my head off her clit for just a second. “Have they made you wildly curious?” I’d love to take her to the club. Reserve a private room for just the two of us. The things I want to do with her there… My imagination throws up one carnal image after another, and it’s almost too much to bear. “Because I’m a member, and I can bring guests.”

She whimpers, her hand over her mouth covering the sounds. She’s close to the edge, her body trembling as her orgasm nears. “Of course you’re a member,” she says, every muscle taut. “Tomas Aguilar, international man of mystery. By day, you’re a cat-owning accounting professor, and by night, an MMA champion fighter who is a member of Venice’s most exclusive sex club. Oh, and you work for the mafia. Do you ever wake up and forget which persona to adopt?”

“I contain multitudes.” I add a third finger, sucking her clit between my teeth at the same time, and the dam bursts.

“Yes,” she exhales, throwing her head back. “Yes, please, fuck, yes.” Her body tenses, and her muscles tighten and quiver around my fingers as she comes. I keep licking through the quivers, through the aftershocks. Alina is like a drug, and I’m powerless to resist. I keep licking until she pushes me away and slumps to the floor next to me.

I pull her into my lap. My mind is churning, a dozen emotions struggling for dominance. I want Alina. I’m greedy for her. Now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t let go.

So many words dance at the tip of my tongue. There are so many things I want to say to her. But everything is a little raw, and at least right now, Casanova seems like the safest topic of conversation. “So, do you want to go?”

She twists around and stares into my eyes. “To Casanova? That sounds like a terrible, reckless idea.”

“It probably is.” She hasn’t pulled away. Hasn’t shut me down. “Want to go anyway? See what the hype is about?”

“When?” She wets her lower lip with her tongue, and my cock throbs in response.

“Friday night.”

That maddening tongue sweeps over her lush lower lip again. I wait for her answer, my hand clenched tight into a fist. I’m a hair’s breadth away from losing all semblance of control. From pulling out my cock and thrusting deep into her, right here, on the floor of her office, uncaring that the gym is filled with members, and nobody is staffing the front desk.

She wriggles her round ass over my cock, teasing me, the little brat. “Okay.”

I grip her hips, holding her still. “It’s a date.”

“Onto more important things—” she begins before a knock on the office door interrupts us. “Ali,” a woman’s voice calls out. “Are you there?”

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ALINA

Damn it. Talk about terrible timing for an interruption. I jump to my feet, look around for my shorts and tug them on, pull down my T-shirt, finger comb my hair back into a ponytail, and try not to look like someone who just had the best orgasm of her life.

Then I open the door.

It’s River. She looks at me, and then at Tomas, and back at me with a smirk. “I’m so sorry to disturb you,” she says. “Really sorry. But I have the same billing issue Sara did. And it’s not just us. Sergio has been double-billed as well, and so have Ryan and Chris.”

I frown. Tomas moves to the computer. “Groff again,” he says in disgust after a few minutes. “He’s been double-billing some of your members.” He clicks more keys. “About a quarter of them, for the last three months.”

“Damn it,” I swear. So much for my sex haze. “Simon strikes again.” I give River an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry. I will take care of this today, I promise.”

“No worries, Ali.” River sounds remarkably unconcerned for someone who has been over-billed for a quarter of a year. “I trust you to handle this.”

She leaves, and I turn to Tomas in frustration. It’s not fair. I was making out with him. He spanked me. He caught my hand in his and held it over my head, and he kissed me as if he couldn’t get enough of me. And then he licked me with his clever, talented tongue until I came.

I don’t want to deal with Simon’s latest disaster. I want to drag Tomas upstairs to my apartment, lock the door behind us so no one can interrupt, and I want him to fuck me.

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