Page 127 of The Devil Can Be Kind

With deliberate slowness, I stepped between his parted knees and bent at the hip to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

His eyes smoldered as I pulled away, continuing to watch me as I straightened. I caressed the back of his neck with my fingers, my hand coming to rest against his chest.

“How was your flight?” I asked, distracted by looking over every inch of his handsome face, silently inspecting him for injuries.

“Long.”

Marco’s touch found its way to the backs of my thighs as he spoke. The heavy warmth of his hands seeping through the tight fabric of my skirt.

My gaze clashed with his, “I’m happy you’re home.”

He smiled sweetly. “Me too.”

The hands that were resting against my thighs pulled me closer and I stumbled forwards, catching myself against his shoulders. My hands splaying against muscle. Our faces were now millimeters away from each other and he didn’t hesitate in bridging the gap.

The kiss was consuming. Branding me ashisright to my core.

I parted my lips and moaned as his tongue tasted me, swirling and searching for my own. I sucked on it, my hands twining in his hair and forcing his face impossibly closer. The limited contact between us was by no means enough after a week spent away.

Marco’s hands slid to my ass and squeezed.

I groaned into him, sucking on his lip and matching his bruising kiss with one of my own. Our lips molded together, a tangle of teeth, tongue, and warmth as we both fought to gain the upper hand.

My tight skirt loosened, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Marco…” My objection was a mere whisper. “Someone could see.”

He didn’t stop though, swiftly tugging on the material until it hit the floor.

“Do you really think I would let anyone see what’s mine?” His words were rough and grated somewhere low in my stomach.

I didn’t get a chance to answer him, my breath sucked out of me the moment his tongue flicked against the sensitive skin below my ear. I sighed and my fingers trailed their way down his neck, finding the collar of his shirt and swiftly undoing the tie and buttons until I could trace my fingers across his bare chest. He shivered at the touch, discarding the shirt entirely before he mirrored the action with my own, my bra quickly following.

His warm breath fanned my neck. “Bend over the desk.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I stepped over the puddle of material on the floor and planted my hands on the desk before me, acutely aware that I was covered by no more than panties and heels.

He has a thing for heels…

I didn’t linger on the thought long as I felt him rise behind me. The hard muscle of toned thighs pressing against me, pushing me further onto the desk until my chest and stomach were flat against the cold surface, my head lying to the side.

“Good girl.” He praised.

Marco’s hands quickly found the straps at my hips and slid my panties downwards. Cool air brushed my sensitive skin as I ached and burned for him.

“Marco—” I began.

A quick smack on my ass had whatever words I was about to say dying in my throat. Tingles erupted across my skin, dancing their way to areas of my body I had never anticipated I could welcome a rougher touch. Arousal pooled low in my stomach.

“Hmm…you like that, don’t you?” Marco’s voice was husky andoh god, sexy as fucking hell.

Another smack landed on my skin, and I moaned this time, the feeling indescribably intense.Intoxicating.

His hands latched onto my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and exposingallof me to his gaze. I flushed and quivered, feeling more exposed in that moment than I had ever felt in my life. I was vulnerable, and defenseless and insecure…

What if he doesn’t?—

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