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Florence reaches into her purse, pulling out the file that started all of this. She hands it over, her trembling hand the only sign that her bravado is quickly fading. Aurelio takes the documents and then shakes her hand in a firm grip.

I can’t help the growl rumbling up from deep in my chest. I know he’s only shaking hands to solidify their deal, but I don’t like the thought of any man touching her.

“Calm down, Lorenzo,” the Boss says, dropping her hand. “She’s all yours. I assume you’ll be taking the rest of the day to… recover?”

I nod, then take my woman’s hand, weaving our fingers together. He dismisses us with a tip of his chin, and I usher Florence out of the office, out of the mansion, and down the path to my home.

“What about Sprinkles?”

“Maria will watch him for the rest of the day. Right now, my only concern is you.”

“Where are we going?” she asks breathlessly.

“Home,” I answer simply.

“Home,” she repeats.

12

FLORENCE

I’m still shaking from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I feel exhilarated and full of energy as Lorenzo leads me inside his house.

He pulls me into his arms, and before I have a chance to say anything, Lorenzo leans down and presses his lips to mine. There's no build-up, only passion and heat from the very beginning. His tongue plunges into my mouth, tasting every inch of me like he owns me. He does.

His tongue strokes the sensitive roof of my mouth and I moan at the sensation, breaking the kiss. He nuzzles my neck and tightens his arms around me like I might bolt at any minute. Finally, he looks up at me.

"Florence…" he starts but then trails off. I can tell he's trying to find the right words. "When we are together, it's like nothing I've ever experienced. It's not just physical with you, although that part is overwhelmingly incredible." He smirks, nipping at the shell of my ear. Lorenzo's gaze turns serious, his brown eyes begging me to listen to him. "I'm bound to you forever. It's like I want to feel all of you, all at once, and not just physically. I also want to crawl inside of you and figure out how you operate.I want to know how you hurt so I can fix it like you're already fixing me."

“Lorenzo…” I whisper. This man keeps surprising me with his tenderness and sweet words. I think it’s surprising to him, too.

“You’re everything to me, my whole fucking world,” Lorenzo continues. “I love you, but love doesn’t even feel like an adequate word. I…”

I lift one hand to his face, gently rubbing his cheek and making him look me in the eye. “I feel it, too, Lorenzo. I feel you. I love you with all of my being. I need you more than my next breath.”

His lips are one mine, his hands roaming all over me, squeezing my breasts, stroking my back, tangling in my hair to guide my head as he deepens his kiss. He consumes me, each stroke of his tongue reminding me I’m his, each soft moan from our lips adding to the symphony of our love.

Lorenzo easily lifts me into his arms and carries me off to the bedroom, where he makes quick work of undressing us. He lays me down so I’m stretched out before him. He kneels on the bed at my feet and trails his fingers over my toes, up the arch of my foot, circling my ankle, and then ghosting them up the insides of my legs.

Lorenzo continues touching and tickling my skin, bending over to add soft kisses to the places his fingers just touched. He works his hands higher, massaging my calves, knees, and thighs. When he gets to my center, he places a sweet kiss there and continues moving up my body.

His hands slide over the curve of my hips in reverence and he places small kisses on my stomach, nuzzling his head there.I wonder if I'm pregnant?We haven’t used protection once, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility. The thought should terrify me, but I find that I want it. I want everything with him.

He looks up at me and a moment of understanding passes between us. “I want that too, beautiful.We’ll make it happen, I promise.”

He returns his focus to my body, kissing a trail up my torso and between my breasts. His knuckles brush against my nipples and he traces the round curve of my breasts with his tongue.

Lorenzo is worshiping my body, showing me how much I mean to him. His hands glide down my arms and he twines his fingers in mine, bringing my arms above my head and holding them in place with one of his large hands on my wrists.

He dips his head down and sucks on my collarbone before licking the curve of my neck and placing a soft kiss at my pulse point. Lorenzo makes his way to my face, kissing up my jaw and placing sweet kisses on my temple, forehead, eyelids, and nose. He hovers above me, inches away. We share the same breath and get lost in this moment.

Finally, Lorenzo kisses me. It’s tender and reverent, full of promises. He reaches down and drags his throbbing cock up my slit, rubbing my juices all over him. He deepens the kiss and slowly slides into me. I can feel every vein on his beautiful shaft as he presses himself into me, keeping his slow, steady pace.

We both groan when he’s fully buried deep inside of me. He stays there for a few seconds, bowing his head so it’s resting on my chest. The hand not holding my wrist ghosts up and down the side of my body, from the curve of my hips to the side of my breast.

“This is everything. Everything. Mine. Mine.Mine,” he whispers into my chest, more to himself than to me.

Lorenzo starts to move inside of me, pulling out at the same slow pace. My walls pulse, wanting to suck him in and keep him inside of me. Once he’s fully out, he enters me again, excruciatingly slow. I need him, need his cock, need our release. But he is in control.

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