Page 50 of Empire of Temptation

I didn’t know what that meant, but he was licking me like an ice cream cone and pleasure streaked through every part of my body, little ripples of lust that twisted inside me. It was amazing. If he continued to do this, I might come after twenty minutes or so?—

His tongue met my clit and I nearly shot up off the desk. My body jolted like I’d been shocked and a moan fell from my throat. Wait, was this what oral sex was all about?

“Relax, Valentina,” he whispered, his hands pressing on my inner thighs to hold me open. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Then he began in earnest, his attention focused solely on my clit.Tongue, teeth, lips—he used all three, a mixture of pleasure and pain, varying his speed and suction as he feasted on me. My back arched as my muscles tightened, his mouth all I could feel, wave after wave of bliss driving me higher. I wasn’t sure if it had been minutes or hours, but I never wanted this to end.

I was shaking, quivering, my body strung as tight as a bow. Close, so close. The orgasm was right there, building in my lower half.

“Take out your tits,” Luca ordered against my skin. “I want to see them.”

As if I were in some kind of haze, I unbuttoned the top of my dress and spread the edges apart to reveal my bra and cleavage. Luca’s hand reached up, jerked one of the bra cups down, then palmed one bare breast. He growled—an actual, honest to god growl—and then resumed lashing his tongue over my clit. At the same time he shaped and molded my breast, squeezing, pinching my nipple. I gasped and my inner walls clenched. “More,” I whispered. “I’m so close.”

Luca’s clever fingers tugged, tweaking on my nipple, as he sucked on my clit. The combination was a revelation, an uncontrollable high that shook me to my very core. I was at his mercy, on his desk, taut with lust, unable to do anything but lie here and let him do as he pleased with my body.His play thing.

That did it. An unstoppable rush of electricity started in my toes and raced to my clit. “Oh god!” I threw my head back, a shout ripping from my throat as my pussy convulsed, the orgasm blinding me to everything except Luca’s tongue. It went on and on, my vision turning white for several beats.

When it finally ended I slumped onto the desk and tried to catch my breath. He eased up then, his mouth turning gentle as he nuzzled his way to my entrance. There he lapped at my arousal, gathered it on his tongue. “Fuck,” he breathed. “That’s what I need right there. So fucking delicious.”

Then he pushed up to his feet and lunged for my breast, drawing my nipple into his mouth. I floated happily, blissfully, threading myfingers through his hair as he suckled on me. Letting me go, he bared the other breast, then held them in his hands. “Bellissima. They are better than I imagined.”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

“You like when I play with them, no?” I nodded, and he hummed in his throat. “Good, because I will be touching them a lot.”

“You will?” Did he mean today?

“Sì, fiore mio. We will have a lot of fun together.”

“We will?” My brain wasn’t working right.

“Of course.” He straightened and pulled the cups of my bra back over my breasts, covering me.

Were we done?

“Wait,” I said as he started to button my dress. “I want to reciprocate.”

He paused, like maybe he was considering it, but eventually exhaled heavily. “I want this as well, but not today.” His fingers moved along each button, briskly and efficiently closing the two sides and smoothing the fabric.

“Why not?”

“I like that you are eager for my cock, piccolina. But we need to talk first.”

“I didn’t say—” I closed my mouth tight. Whatever I’d been about to say was a lie. Ididwant him. At least I was pretty sure I did. But maybe that was the orgasm talking. “About what?”

“Do you always ask so many questions?” Taking my hand, he helped me sit up. He smoothed the loose strands of hair off my face, stroking my hair, and I felt like a newborn kitten, soaking in the attention shamelessly. When was the last time someone gave me this much affection?

And wasn’t it sad such affection came from a man I barely knew?

“Allora,” he said softly, his voice husky and rough. “I need to tell you something. It is about who I am.”

“Oh?” My eyelids drifted shut as he continued to run his fingers through my hair. God, thatfelt divine.

“My surname is not DiMarco. It’s Benetti.”

He said this as if it should mean something to me. I lifted a shoulder, but didn’t open my eyes. “Okay.”

“And the way I earn a living? I am not a simple businessman as I first told you.”

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