Page 61 of Empire of Temptation

She wrinkled her nose and stared through the windshield. “You said he’s at a show. Broadway?”

“Fashion week. She’s a fashion designer.”

“We’re going to afashionshow?”

The way her voice rose in volume had me looking over. “This is a problem?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Luca. Maybe because I was at work,about to plunge a toiletfifteen minutes ago? I feel gross, and now I have to attend a New York fashion show.”

I put my free hand on her bare knee and slid my palm along her skin, moving higher until I reached her inner thigh. “You are not gross. You’re hot as fuck, piccolina. Every man there will want to fuck you when they see you in this dress.”

“Thank you,” she said.” There was a slight edge to her voice, but nothing like a moment ago.

“You’re not thinking about what’s important. Let me focus your attention.”

I dipped my fingers into her panties. Smooth, hot skin met my fingertips. I brushed through the wetness gathering in her slit and nearly ran off the road. “You feel so good,” I murmured. “I can’t wait to eat this pussy again.”

She shifted in her seat, making more room for my hand. “What if a truck drives by? They will know what you’re doing.”

“My hand is under your dress, which is all they will see.”

“Still, it’s obvious what’s happening.”

“Do you care?”

“Yes.”

I adjusted my angle and thrust one finger deep inside her. “What about now?”

She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her slim throat worked as she swallowed. “Maybe?”

“Va bene, fiore mio.”

Fuck, she was tight. I couldn’t wait to feel this virgin cunt strangle my bare cock later tonight. I knew she was on birth control because I’d found her pills earlier in her bathroom.

I pumped my finger a few times and she began panting, her hands clutching the leather upholstery. “Keep talking. In Italian.”

“Take your panties off first.”

After she wriggled out of her panties, I put my hand back between her legs. I continued to drive, my finger sliding in and out of her, and began speaking in my native language, words they don’t teach in any translation app. Dirty, filthy things. Every depraved act I wanted to do to her body. What I thought of her tits and her pussy. Her hair, her face . . . How I shouldn’t have touched her in my office, but now that I had I didn’t want to stop . . .

She was close. I could feel her thighs trembling and the way her inner muscles were clamping down. I withdrew my finger and brought it up to my mouth. I sucked her juices off my skin, relishing the flavor on my tongue. “Madre di dio,” I groaned. “So fucking delicious.”

“Luca,” she whined. “I’m so close.”

I put my hand between her legs and rested two fingers on her clit. I held perfectly still, eyes on the road. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, yes.Please.”

She rolled her hips, trying to chase my fingers, but I eased them away, teasing. “You’re going to play themantenuta, the woman in my life today?”

“Yes.”

I circled her clit twice, then stopped. “You won’t complain or cause trouble?”

“No. Now stop being a dick and stop teasing me!”

“And you’re going to let me fuck you and spoil you?”

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