Page 56 of The Deal

Reaching for her hands, I drag them above her head and lace my fingers through hers. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast,amore mio,then I’m going to take you upstairs and do it again and again.”

This is what I was looking for when she walked out on me the first night we were together. That slow and lazy sex that’s specifically made for early mornings. I’ve never beenone for sleepovers, but with Chloe, it’s different. She makes me want things I never thought I would.

We were up half the night, but I’m far from finished with her. A part of me worries if I’ll ever be. Initially, this was never meant to be long-term. I wanted something I couldn’t have, so I went out and got it. That’s what I told myself anyway.

The more I have her in my space, the harder it’s becoming not to picture her here on a permanent basis. It’s a sobering thought. I’ve never been the ‘forever’ type—not willingly anyway—but with her … could I be? Would I even consider it?

I blow out a long breath as I drag her body closer. I’m overthinking this; it’s what I do. I swore off marriage and babies years ago. I’m not going there again.

Lifting my head off the pillow, I place my lips against her shoulder. She doesn’t flinch, so I grab her leg, lifting it and draping it over mine, spreading her as wide as I can. I have a better way to wake her up.

My fingers move down to circle her clit, and almost instantly, she tilts her head back and lets out a soft, sleepy moan.

“Morning,bella,”I whisper into the crook of her neck.

She curls back her arm, placing her flattened palm on the side of my face. It’s an intimate move that hits me right in the chest.

“Morning,” she replies as she arches her back to stretch out her body. The movement has that tight arse of hers pushing against my hardened cock.

My fingers move down, running through her slick heat; she’s ripe and ready.

I slide my hand up to grasp her inner thigh, lifting her leg higher so I can slide inside her, slow and easy. We both moan inunison when I roll my hips forward, burying myself balls deep.

I intend to take my time and not rush this. It’s Sunday, so I have nowhere else to be, but that desire to ramp things up … to pound into that tight pussy of hers soon takes over. I need more.

Without withdrawing, I roll her onto her stomach before pulling myself up onto my knees, bringing her with me.

I run my hand along her spine until I’m fisting her long hair in my hand, and when I tug on her strands, she whimpers. It’s a cry of pleasure, not pain.

“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” I growl, leaning my body over hers and sinking my teeth into her shoulder.

I tug on her hair again, tilting her head back and exposing her elongated neck. My other hand moves to grip her throat—not enough to restrict her airways, but close. One thing I’ve learnt about Chloe Carmichael is that she is not what you’d call fainthearted. She’s up for anything and gives as good as you dish out. She’s so damn hot in the sack … the first woman I’ve met that feels like my equal.

My eyes roll back in my head as she arches her body. She’s barely big enough to accommodate me, but that doesn’t stop her from pushing her arse backwards, squishing my balls in the process. She’s so fucking tight. I’ve found my very own slice of paradise, the best kind of ecstasy.

My cock is buried so deep it might never find its way back out. But I’m okay with that. I’d stay right here forever, with her, if she’d let me.

We haven’t used protection once this time around, but she assures me she’s still on the pill. It’s a risky move on my part, one I’d never usually consider, but the fact that she said she doesn’t want kids was enough to make me think she wouldn’t try to trap me like others have in the past.

Releasing her hair, I slap my palm against her arse, and she cries out again. I grip both her hips, my fingertips digging into her flesh as I straighten my torso and give her everything I’ve got, pummelling into her luscious body at piston speed.

I throw my head back and groan through gritted teeth when I feel her pussy clench around my cock. “Fuck, Chloe, fuck,” I shout as I spill my seed deep inside her.

It’s late when we finally make it downstairs for breakfast. As we enter the dining room, I wince when I spot my belt, neatly coiled at the end of the table, with my gold cufflinks resting in the centre.

My gaze shifts to Chloe, and I notice she’s looking in the same direction I was. A faint pink flush creeps up her neck, and I know she’s thinking the same thing. Carmella must have found the remnants of our clothes when she returned this morning. Now that I think about it, the ones by the front door weren’t there when we descended the stairs just now.

My hand instinctively reaches out, settling on her hip and gently squeezing. I know things have shifted over the years, but in Italian culture, sex before marriage is still profoundly frowned upon, especially by the older generations. To them, a woman who isn’t a virgin is considered tainted, shunned … unmarriageable. It’s a harsh double standard. A man, however, doesn’t face the same fate, and I hate that.

“We are two consenting adults,bella.”

“I know,” she replies, nibbling the corner of her bottom lip. It drives me fucking wild when she does that. That and those big doe eyes of hers have me wanting to throw herover my shoulder and take her back upstairs. “I’m still really tired … we didn’t get much sleep. I think I’ll skip breakfast and grab something later.”

“I don’t think so,” I reply, guiding her to her chair. “Sit.”

Her eyes are slightly narrowed as she glances at me over her shoulder. Her sass is another thing I love. “You are bossy sometimes.”

“And you love it,” I retort, slapping her arse before she takes her seat.

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