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Marco managed to make it seem like it would be advantageous for the Triad, since they had heard of his recent troubles. Just rumors of course, which Marco had conveniently planted. He had even managed to get the dragon head to suggest the clause, as if it had been his idea. He literally made me wet with how brilliantly he handled it.

Valerio helped us into the car, and I immediately turned to Marco in excitement.

“That was brilliantly done.” I said.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. “I couldn't have done it without you.” He growled low in his throat.

“We make a good team,” I smiled smugly. The next thing I knew he was hauling me onto his lap, his mouth insistent on mine. Not that I was complaining, he just caught me off guard. I got with the program quickly enough though, and kissed him back just as enthusiastically.

I didn't even care that Valerio could see us. Hell, if his brother wasn’t bothered, why should I be? His hands were running all over my body, burrowing under my dress, squeezing at my thighs, his mouth never leaving mine. Judging from the passion of his embrace, he had really been holding back on me. I had to admire his self-restraint, but it was also good to know that I wasn't alone in my attraction.

We made out like overly hormonal high school kids with no control. The sounds that were coming out of my mouth were frankly embarrassing and I didn't know if I'd ever be able to look Valerio in the eye again, but in the heat of the moment I couldn't help myself or care less.

I tried to twist around, to put my legs around his waist, but I was too tall for that shit. I ended up kneeling over him, one leg on the floor, the other on the seat next to him, knee bent. He slid forward and sideways so I could squeeze my leg between his body and the door. Now I was kneeling over him, both legs bent, and sitting in his lap.

His erection was very apparent to me in that position and it made me drip like a faucet. I wanted him inside of me so badly. However, not badly enough to lose sight of the fact that we were in LA traffic with Marco’s brother driving us.

It took forty minutes to get from LA to Pasadena.

My kingdom for a partition!

I sighed with frustration and then jerked when I felt his hand in my panties, finding my clitoris on the first try. I had to bite my lip not to cry out as he rubbed at me with skill and sensitivity. He was going to make me lose my mind.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders, whimpering into his mouth as we kissed frantically. There was nothing detached or business-like about this transaction. It was all fiery passion and desperation. If I had had the bandwidth to spare, I would have been extremely worried for myself. This wasn’t part of the plan.

Instead, I was clawing him up, biting, licking, suckling, enjoying the taste of his skin and the utter lack of give in his muscles. I enjoyed the size of his hands cradling my ass, digging into my ass crack to awaken the nerves and making me think naughty thoughts.

He unbuttoned my pankou, reaching in to cup my breast, before sucking a hickey into my neck. Seemed I wasn’t the only one hungering. The depth of my desire should have scared me shitless, but for some reason it didn’t.

The car came to a stop.

“Uh… guys? We’re home.” Valerio said and then opened his door. “I’m just going to leave you to your…” he waved vaguely, not looking back at us before stepping out the car and slamming the door behind him.

I looked at Marco and he looked back at me, raising his eyebrows.

I raised my own eyebrows back. Then he was opening the door. I climbed off his lap and grabbed my bag. He climbed out, leaned in and snaked his hand beneath my hips and behind my back. Next thing I knew, he was carrying me out of the car.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

AUDRY

We were in the garage and so it was a hop, skip and jump to the kitchen door and then up the back stairs.

I could hardly believe this was happening. I didn’t dare believe it. Were we really going to do what I thought we were?

He kicked the door to his room open, walked in and then nudged it shut with his foot. I was still kind of gnawing on his neck, doing my best to be encouraging. He put me down on my feet and turned me to face him. “Do you want to do this?” He asked.

I looked down at the tent in his pants, then looked up into his eyes.

“Are you kidding me?”

Then I surged upwards, fusing our lips together and kissing him like I was drowning and he had all the oxygen. His hands were like bands around my waist, holding me so tight against him that not even a hair could have squeezed its way between us. My breasts crushed against his hard chest, tingled with the need to be touched, my nipples peaking hungrily.

His hands moved down, cupping the cheeks of my buttocks and squeezing, one finger in between the crack of my ass, seeking entry into one of my holes. I widened my legs to give him more access, and he growled, lifting me up so I could hook my legs around his waist. Kissing me wildly, he propelled us both towards the bed.

I was almost choking with eagerness as he dropped me onto his mattress, making me bounce. My tight dress was somewhere around my waist, having conceded territory when he lifted me up. He reached down, took hold of my panties and flung them off - quite gracefully, I might add.

I quirked one eyebrow to show how impressed I was and lay back on his pillows. “You gonna just look or…?” I teased.

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