Page 106 of Frayed Bonds

“What? Hey, no come here.” He’s on his feet calling me over but my feet are firmly planted in their spot next to the door. Too scared to get too close.

“That’s what it looks like, you come over, we sleep together and then you’re gone.”

He walks over to me and reaches to uncross my arms, holding both of my hands in his. “I’m so sorry if I’ve made you feel that way, sweetheart. There's been some major complications in Enzo's division of the Vitale investments that we’re all having to pull extra weight to take care of,” he starts explaining.

“It felt like you were throwing me to the side, and after what Antonio said…”

“What did Antonio say?” His brow raises and I regret bringing Antonio up at all.

“Just that he didn't want to hear from me when you eventually get tired of me…”

His blank eyes stare back at me, blinking repeatedly as he takes in what I’ve said. “Do you really think I could get tired of you sweetheart?”

“I-I don't know.”

“Val, from the day I saw you at my papá's funeral you've tainted my mind with parts of you I don't think I could ever be without again. I’m living in a permanent haze of pink filled with your bright smile and smart-ass comments, and I wouldn't have it any other way.”

“But what if–if one day that’s not enough for you anymore... it happened once with Mattheo it could happen again.”

“You’ll always be enough, sweetheart, because I love you. I haven't ever felt the way I feel about you with anyone else before. I would tear the world to shreds to see you smile.”

My mouth is ajar, his words registering. Ambrose Vitale loves me, he loves me. Two things that I thought could never coexist, living in one sentence and they sound oh so perfect together.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, but I’m finally in love with you,” he continues.

“At least my crush isn't unrequited anymore.” I burst out laughing and he chuckles as well cupping my face and placing delicate kisses on my lips.

“I love you too, by the way,” I mumble into the kiss and he smirks realising what I’ve said.

The delicate kisses don’t stay that way for too long when my fingertips graze the base of his skull as I grip his hair. It’s as if the contact sent signals straight to his dick because everything goes into overdrive.

His hands that were previously holding onto my waist now grip into my ass as if his life depends on it. He pulls me until our chests crash into each other and I can feel his hard length press into my lower stomach.

“You locked the door right?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He picks me up and carries me over to his desk. The previously neat stack of papers flies backwards as he makes space for me on the desk.

“I’ve wanted to hike this pretty dress up and fuck you senseless on my desk since you wore it on your first day.” He says into my ear as he pulls me towards the edge of his large mahogany desk.

“You looked pretty fuckable that day as well,” I breathe out as he trails kisses along my neck and down towards my chest. “Until you opened your mouth and an asshole came out.”

He huffs out a laugh and nods his head slowly. His green eyes look up at me and a shiver runs down my spine.

“An asshole who’s about to give you the best orgasm of your life. Take your panties off,” he demands as he moves backwards, giving me space to hop off his desk.

I bite my lip nervously.

“What?” He stares at me, pinning me with a questioning glance not sure as to why I’m not doing as I’ve been told. Then his eyes widen in realisation.

“Fuck me. You are going to be my greatest downfall, sweetheart.”

Did I think we’d end up fucking on his desk when I decided to not wear underwear this morning? No. I merely thought we would have ended up fucking at his house later this evening.

His large hand wraps around my throat while the other pushes my thighs apart. “How am I supposed to get anything done when I know this is how you come to work?”

A strangled breath leaves my lips as I try to exhale and answer him but instead, his hand grips tighter. It only lasts for a few seconds but when he lets go I’m a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen. As I'm about to take a gasp of air his lips meet mine and instead, I take in a large inhale of Ambrose.

---