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“I’m done.”

“You don’t have anything else you wanted to look at?”

His response surprises me. I thought he would be relieved to be leaving the mall.

I am exhausted to my bones, though, and my feet are starting to hurt.

“No, I’m ready to go home now.”

Stefano takes my lingerie shopping bag from my hands to carry with the others he is already holding and tilts his head towards the door.

As we walk out of the shop, his hand drifts to my lower back, spreading heat through my body. I sigh softly. It sucks that he can drive me wild with one touch, but even when I dance around in sexy outfits, he doesn’t react to me.

The driver meets us at the front of the mall, and after putting all of my shopping in the trunk of the car, Stefano slides in next to me.

He closes the door, and the driver starts heading towards our home.

I turn towards Stefano.

“I thought you were going to complain the entire—"

His lips crash into mine as he grabs me around my waist and pushes my back against the seat. His hand is wrapped around my jaw, holding me in place as his mouth moves against mine with urgency.

He pushes my legs open with his hips and presses his rock-hard cock up against me, grinding back and forth, wrapping his arm around my back to control my body.

The instant heat and fierce passion that floods me tells me that I was wrong when I thought I could control myself when it comes to him. I want him. Right now.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he grinds up against me, and deep growl rumbles from his chest.

Stefano’s hand slides beneath my t-shirt and cups my breast, pulling my lacy bra down so that his fingers can run across the naked skin of my nipples. I arch my back towards him and gasp.

His massive cock is pressed between my legs, and I want nothing more than to feel him pushing into me. All this time, I thought he was bored watching me parade around in those little dresses and browse the lingerie store, but now I see he had his eyes very focused on me the entire time.

Stefano moves off me, and I feel disappointed that he has managed to stop, but then he sits back in his seat and lifts me into his lap so that I am straddling him.

He thrusts upwards to push his cock against me, and I lock my thighs around him, wanting to feel every movement he makes.

His kiss is like fire on my lips, and I love the way he tastes. His scent swarms around me and intoxicates me in ways I didn’t know were possible.

But all too soon we arrive back at the mansion, and Stefano clears his throat loudly, trying to compose himself as the driver stops the car, parking in front of the doors.

He pulls his own door open before leaning in and taking my hand.

“Mikael, please bring her shopping bags into the house,” he says to the driver as he pulls me out of the car.

Then, without warning, he lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and kisses me as we walk into the house.

I know he is taking me straight to the bedroom, and I know it is exactly what I want.

He carries me to his own bed and throws me onto it just as his phone starts ringing.

“I’ll put it on silent,” he says, pulling it out of his pocket.

But then, glancing down at the phone screen, his shoulders drop a little.

“Sorry, I wish I didn’t have to, but I need to answer this.”

Disappointment sinks into me.

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