Page 115 of The Deal

I slide onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I say, leaning in to place my mouth on his.

He deepens the kiss as his fingers glide over my hip anddown my outer thigh. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the hem of my skirt. I part my legs when his hand slips underneath. Well, as much as the tight fabric will allow, which isn’t much.

We get to sleep in the same bed every night, but other than that, having a house full of people makes our one-on-one time limited. I’m as desperate for this as much as he is.

When he realises this isn’t going to work, he pulls out of the kiss. “Stand up.”

As soon as I comply, he shimmies my skirt up until it’s bunched around my waist. He smiles when he sees the cotton. “Are those little pizza slices on your underwear?”

I lift one shoulder. “I was hungry when I got dressed this morning.”

He barks out a laugh. “Adorable, just like you,bella.”

He grasps my hips with his big, strong hands, and I let out a little squeak when he proceeds to effortlessly lift me off the ground and sit me on the edge of his desk.

His gaze is focused on the junction of my thighs as he spreads my legs wide and runs his tongue along his bottom lip. When he reaches for his phone, I gasp.

“You are not taking a photo of me.”

His eyes snap up to my face. “I’m texting Carmella to tell her I want her to make pizzas for dinner, but thanks for the idea.”

I sit there as he types something, but then I hear the distinct click. “You better not have just taken a picture of my vag.”

His eyes meet mine again. “Your vag?”

“Don’t act coy, Mancini; you know exactly what I mean. Delete it,now.”

“No can do,Tesoro.”

“Don’t sweetheart me, Alexander.”

“It’s for my eyes only, Chloe. I would have to kill anyone who saw it.”

“Promise.”

“Cross my heart,amore mio. Now lift up.”

He slides his hands under my arse when I place my flattened palms on the desk and push up so he can remove my underwear. I don’t even react when he brings them to his nose. I’m used to his depravity now.

When he’s done, he scrunches them into a ball and opens his desk drawer. I arch a brow. “A memento of this occasion.”

“What occasion? You fucking me on your desk?”

“No. Me christening my desk with the love of my life.”

I swoon a little inside when he says that as I lean forward, I cradle either side of his face in my hands and kiss this beautiful man. It’s funny, only months ago, I wanted to disembowel him for stealing me away from everything I’d known. Now, I can’t imagine what my life would be like without him in it.

It’s crazy how life works sometimes.

Once I draw back from the kiss, I rest my forehead against his. “Ti amo, Alexander.”

He reaches up to gently brush his thumb across my cheek. “I love you too,bella. So fucking much it scares me. Now lie back; those little pizza slices have made me hungry.”

I do as he instructs, resting back on my elbows as his face inches forward. The moment he dips his head between my legs and swipes his tongue over my sensitive flesh, I clench my eyes and moan.

Happy birthday to me.

Two and a half hours later, we are in the car, travelling back home. I’m sitting in the middle of Alexander and Dante. I feel like a deflowered rose between two incredibly handsome thorns.

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