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I dig my nails into his muscular shoulder and hold on while he sucks and nips until I’m out of my mind with pleasure. Then he pays the same attention to the other side.

He places another soft kiss on each nipple before kissing his way down my body.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” I’m ready to beg him.

“Turnabout, kitten.” Ryan circles my clit with his tongue before changing gears and kissing the inside of my thigh.

“You’re going in the wrong direction,” I grumble and grip the back of his head.

“Lie back and let me work.” He gently sucks my sensitive skin through his teeth and leaves a little love bite on the inside of my thigh.

“Please.” I’m not above begging. He finally takes mercy on me and slides two fingers just inside my opening.

He rubs my clit and slowly presses his fingers a little deeper before curling them. As he rubs my inner walls, I dig my feet into the bed and lift my hips to meet his slow strokes.

He scissors them open while sucking on my clit, and an unexpected orgasm blasts through me.

My mind shuts down completely as I ride out the storm.

“Hold on.” He arranges me in the position he wants and places his shaft at my opening. He slowly presses deep with one thrust and slowly pulls back to circle his hips.

He covers my lips with his, and his tongue explores my mouth while increasing the speed of his thrusts.

I wrap my legs higher around his hips, causing his erection to slide even deeper with each thrust.

I lose track of time as he makes love to me. When he reaches between us to rub my clit, I come hard. He thrusts a few more times and groans my name as he jets his cum deep inside me. I barely notice when he drops down on the side of me and pulls me into his arms.

Chapter 12

Ryan

The cursor blinks backat me from the screen, a relentless reminder of my stalled progress. I run a hand through my hair, leaning back in my chair with a sigh. My home office is quiet, too quiet. Normally, the solitude helps me focus, but today, it's a heavy silence that's hard to bear.

Michela. I can’t stop thinking about her. I’m already missing her like crazy and she’s only been gone a few hours.

Her brother’s security picked her up earlier this morning to take her to meet with him at Dante's. Lorenzo wanted to talk about us, about what he discovered and what he’s planning. It’sa conversation that needs to happen, but knowing that doesn’t make the waiting any easier.

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog. There’s work to be done. Reports to review, emails to answer. I turn back to my laptop, forcing myself to scan through the latest emails. The words blur together, my concentration splintering with each passing second. I need to get this shit done so I can concentrate on helping Michela move a few things over to the house we’re going to be staying in on Dante’s compound. I hate the thought of leaving my home, my sanctuary for an unknown amount of time, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure my girl stays safe.

My phone sits beside the keyboard, silent and still. No messages, no calls. I’ve checked it at least ten times in the last hour, hoping for some sign that everything is okay. That she’s okay. I tap my fingers on the desk, waiting impatiently.

I push my chair back and stand, pacing the length of the room, a habit I fall into whenever I’m restless.

Moving to the window, I look out at my vast, green backyard, which usually soothes me.

I close my eyes, picturing her. The curve of her smile, the spark in her eyes when she laughs, the way her hand fits perfectly in mine. My chest tightens with longing. I want to be there with her, to offer whatever comfort I can, to face this together.

The minutes drag on, each one feeling like an eternity. I force myself to sit back down, to focus. I open an email, reread the question posed by a client, and start typing a response. It’s mechanical, automatic, devoid of the thought I usually put into my work.

Halfway through my reply, I stop. My fingers hover over the keys, and then I backspace, deleting the entire message. I can’t do this right now. I need to know that Michela is alright, that we’re alright.

My phone buzzes suddenly, and my heart leaps. I grab it, my hands almost trembling. It’s a message from Michela.

Kitten

I just finished with Lorenzo. Coming back now. Can’t wait to see you.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, relief washing over me in waves. He didn’t try to pull something and take her away. She’s coming back.

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