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“Ready to get out of here?” I peck her on the lips and break our hug to take her hand in mine.

“As long as it’s at your side,” she answers.

Though I know my battle isn’t over, and Harry is still out there waiting in the wings, none of that seems to matter. The only thing that does is walking hand in hand with the woman I love, pretending the world isn’t on fire.

11

SILVER

One Week Later

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” Salvatore says, rolling his chair out from under his desk as I cross the vast expanse of his office. Holy shit, this single room is bigger than my entire apartment.

“Thought you could use a pick-me-up,” I say, holding two to-go cups of coffee with my diner’s logo on the front.

After what happened with our grand escape from Harry’smen, I had to head back home. Salvatore hated the idea, somewhat for my safety but mostly because he couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing me again for a few days. Like him, I had a few loose ends to tie up before I could give myself over.

Now, with Dad back at the helm of the diner and Mom helping wherever she can, I can start whatever future Salvatore Lione has in store for us.

He tries to stand when I get to his side of the desk, but with a single finger pressed into his chest, I force him to stay seated inhis chair. A week without him in my presence was hard enough, but not being able to use and abuse the python between his legs was pure torture.

I won’t give him another second to keep it away from me.

Fire burns in Salvatore’s golden eyes as I lower myself onto his lap. I discard the long-cold coffee cups on his desk and swing my arms around his neck.

“I missed you, big boy,” I say, leaning in close and giving him our first kiss in way too long.

He reciprocates it, moving his hands underneath my dress and finding his favorite spot on my ass.

Blood rushes to his cock in an instant, and the huge slab of meat immediately starts to struggle against his pants. I know I shouldn’t be doing this with him at work and all, but there’s no way I can let this opportunity slip me by.

I slowly trail my hands down the front of his body and work his trousers to free the beast from its confines. The second it bobs free from the restrictive prison of his boxers, Salvatore releases a quivering moan that tickles my brain.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper against his lips as I take a firm hold on the base of his swollen member. “It’s why I wore a dress. Neither of us has to get naked.”

“To hell with that,” Salvatore growls. His hands slide up my back, and he shoves them through my neckline to grab the spaghetti straps holding my dress up.

With a hard tug, they fall down my arms, and my tits bounce free from the cups.

“No bra. No panties. You came prepared,” he groans as I adjust his cock toward my already soaking pussy. Having this moment play on repeat in my head for a week will do that, I guess.

“I did. But now it’s time we both came properly.” A silly play on words, but who could blame me? My mind is on other things.

Salvatore leans in to slide his cock between my silky folds. His mouth moves in haphazard freedom with nibbles, licks, and kisses all over my chest. It stops with a satisfiedah, fuck, as I sink my wetness around his girth.

I move my hand back to his jawline, using it to guide his lips back to mine. He doesn’t waste a second to lick my thumb that got drenched as I slide him inside of me.

Everything about Salvatore is so fucking hot, but the way he can’t get enough of me has to be the best part. He sucks my digit clean before he parts with it to kiss me again. As our mouths meld together, I rock back and forth, adjusting to his size.

Not that I think it’s actually possible. Every time I move up and back down, his cock manages to find new and tantalizing ways to tease and pleasure me.

While we make out, I start bouncing harder, faster, and deeper. I gyrate my hips as my body starts to rattle from sheer delight. Salvatore adjusts his hips lower in his chair until half his ass is hanging off the seat.

He plants his feet firmly on the ground, and with his new leverage, he starts thrusting his hips in time with my movements.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking amazing,” I mutter and sputter words that sound foreign to my ear.

Salvatore doesn’t reply. He can’t. Too focused on his task of delivering absolute satisfaction. His growls and groans fill my ears. He isn’t worried about who hears him, and I manage to follow suit, allowing my shrieking moans to escape against his lips.

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