Page 55 of The Deal

I slowly slide them down her legs, my gaze never once leaving hers. When I bunch them up in my fist and bring them to my nose, I see her eyes slightly widen. She smells as good as she tastes; I already know that much.

She doesn’t even flinch when I shove them in my pocket. I’m keeping them—a little keepsake of our night.There’s a big chance she could go back to hating me tomorrow, so I’m going to make the most of this moment and take everything she’s prepared to give.

I sit, making myself comfortable, and drag her body to the edge of the table. One at a time, I lift each of her feet, place them on my shoulders, and spread her wide. I’ve been fantasising about doing this to her all damn night. I run my tongue along my bottom lip because I can’t wait to dig in.

I observe her intently as I skim the pad of my thumb across her clit, making her body tremble. As much as I’m dying to do this, I need to take my time … to savour her because there’s no guarantee of a tomorrow.

When I glide the tip of two fingers through her slick folds, she bucks her hips slightly and whimpers. I love how responsive she is to my touch.

She’s ripe and ready … so wet for me, but I need to make sure. I’ve already forced her to do so much against her will … more than I’m comfortable with, and I don’t want this moment to become one of those times.

“Do you want my mouth on you,bella?” I ask. She bites the corner of her lip and nods once in response, but it’s not enough. “I need your words,amore mio.”

“Please,” she replies, but it is more like a plea.

Leaning in, I run my tongue from her inner thigh, tracing a line down to her knee before moving to the other leg. I repeat the motion, but this time with open-mouthed kisses. I keep going until her body is quaking, and she’s near incoherent with need.

“I need your words,bella?” I repeat, my voice calm and controlled. “Tell me what you need.”

“Your mouth,” she pants. “I need your mouth on me.”

I smile triumphantly. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. “Good girl.”

The corners of my lips turn up as I bear down on herpiece of heaven, sucking her clit into my mouth. She releases a long, drawn-out moan as her hands thread into my hair, tugging slightly.

When I latch onto her clit with a ravenous ferocity, her back arches off the table. “Alexander,” she breathes, and I love hearing her say my name that way.

I want to claim every inch of this woman … to own her completely … to make her mine. And before I can stop myself, the words “Sei mio” slip from my lips as if to seal that very thought.

My mouth and tongue work her over as I slip two fingers, knuckle deep inside her heat. When I crook them, rubbing against her sweet spot, she cries out in pleasure. The beautiful sounds that continue to fall from her lips are like music to my ears.

Drawing back slightly, I blow hot air over her clit before sucking it into my mouth once more. Her thighs grip my head like a vice, and her legs begin to shake.

She’s close.

Swirling my tongue around, I scissor my fingers inside her, twisting them back and forth, loosening her up so she’s ready for my rock-hard cock when the time comes.

Her hands are now fisted in my hair as she tugs hard. Her entire body begins to convulse as she bucks against my face. I groan against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending her over the edge.

My lips curve up when she screams out my name again. Her response is as wild as my passion is for her.

My job here is done.

I place a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “Desidero essere dentro di te,” I whisper against her smooth skin because I’m not lying—Iamaching to be inside her. I need it more than I need my next breath.

Once I gently remove her legs from my shoulders andlet them hang limply over the edge of the table, Chloe slumps back in sedated bliss. Her sweet, contented smile, in return, has my heart racing.

Standing, I waste no time reaching for the buckle of my belt, undoing the clasp and making quick work of freeing my cock. I’m too desperate for her to remove the rest of my clothes.

She’s still flushed from her orgasm, but has never looked more captivating.

“My turn,” I say, grazing the tips of two fingers along her jawline and wrapping my other hand around the base of my cock. I stroke it a few times before looming my body over hers and getting myself into position.

A growl rumbles in the back of my throat as I run the tip back and forth through her arousal before slipping the head inside. She’s so fucking tight, so warm. I want to bury myself deep inside and never leave.

Leaning down, my lips meet hers as I thrust my hips forward, filling her in one fluid motion.

“Jesus, Chloe,” I groan against her lips as the pleasure that is all her takes over. She feels good …too damn good.I’ve been with enough women in my time to know that what she makes me feel isn’t normal, but I’ll unpack that shit later.

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