Page 11 of Sinful Eve

“You’re fucking right.” I kiss her hard. Then, there is no more talking. The only sounds are those of flesh meeting flesh and her moans as I claim her. She might not think this is love, but her body says otherwise.

A few hours later, we shower and dress. We go to her apartment to get some more of her things. She has pictures to edit and more work to follow up on, but I’m not letting her out of my sight. I’m not a caveman. I’m not opposed to her working. I know how much her business means to her, and I want her to have it. I just want her to be safe while she does it. My security system is the best, and it is all linked to my phone. If anyone touches a hair on her head, I’ll know, and they’ll pay.

I keep her in my bed or in my arms for the next two weeks. We fuck, and talk. We laugh, and fuck some more. I share more than I should. But when she asks a question, I answer it. She doesn’t want secrets between us, she wants to get to know me. The real Carlo Gataki, not the one I have to hide from the world. There is no hiding from my woman. My woman. Shit feels good to feel, to think,to say. Feels even better to have. Being her man makes me even taller than my six foot four inches. I love everything about her. Each new revelation is a coal into diamond discovery.

The only drawback, the only fucking one, is she still hasn’t told me she loves me too. How much fucking longer? How much more of my heart do I have to bleed out? I could tell myself it’s enough. Enough for me to have her. I’ve fallen so deep that I’ll never be able to claw my way out. But that doesn’t make it easy to let go of my dreams.

I dream of her saying she loves me, of us marrying and starting a family. Of a future. But if that doesn’t happen, then at least I have her. I have my woman. That’s all that matters. I am determined to show her that I can make her happy. That she’ll be safe and loved with me.

“Olivia,” I call out as I enter our place. She’s taken over much of my space in the Sindicate Towers even though she still hasn’t moved in. Still fucking holding back. “I’m home. Where are you?”

“In here,” she yells out.

I find her in my office. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing up some editing for the day.” She stands up as I make my way over to her. “How was your day?”

“Better now.” I sit down in my leather chair and pull her onto my lap. “Did you miss me?” I ask, rubbing my hands up and down her back as she straddles me.

“Maybe.” She leans into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as her mouth brushes against my ear. “How much?” I growl, my fingers digging into her hips.

Olivia giggles. “A lot.”

My cock jerks, and I flex my hips to alleviate some of the pressure. Olivia rises, and my fingers flex, my hands trying to keep her in place.

She drops to her knees in front of my desk. “You always take care of me. I want to take care of you.”

She unbuckles my belt and pulls my pants down to my ankles. My dick springs free. Olivia takes me in her hand and licks her lips. I shudder. “Olivia,” I groan.

She swirls her tongue around the tip, before licking down one side of my shaft and up the other. “Tease,” I grunt.

She smiles up at me, her brown eyes dancing. “Is it teasing if I plan to deliver?”

“Let’s find out.” I thread my fingers through her hair and draw her to me. “Suck me.”

Her tongue darts out, and she licks the tip before drawing me into her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine as she sucks me deep. I tighten my grip on her hair and thrust my hips, filling her mouth. She takes it all, her lips stretching around me. “That’sit, Olivia,” I growl. “Love me.” I mean the lovemaking, but the deeper meaning leaks out with my precum.

She freezes. Releasing me with a pop. Lifting her eyes, she holds mine and says, “I do.”

The words so simple, so soft are a shot gun blast in the quiet office. I jerk out of the chair so fast it slams into the windowed wall behind it. Pulling her to her feet, I demand. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Carlo.”

“Oh fuck.” I crush her against my chest. “Baby, I love you so much.”

“I love you, Carlo. You make me so happy.”

“I promise I will do that every day,” I whisper into her hair.

“I’m counting on it.”

“Good, now let’s get married.”

She pulls back and searches my face before rolling her eyes and slapping my chest. “Carlo Gataki, do you know how to go slow with anything?”

“What the fuck for?”

I raise a brow and wait for her answer. She stands there, her mouth opened, and then she grins. “Okay.”

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