Page 47 of Broken Deal

I let out a slow huff. “I chose my words already, yet you’re not?—”

I can’t even finish the sentence, because he eats the distance between us, our lips colliding in a fierce, desperate kiss. My hand finds his shirt, and I fist it as we fall onto the sand, kissing each other desperately, like we’re each other’s only source of air. He gets on top of me, careful not to put any weight on me as he swipes his tongue onmy bottom lip, demanding entrance. I eagerly part my lips, and he wastes no time to crash our tongues together. I let out a moan he eagerly swallows like he wants to savor every sound that comes out of me. The ache between my legs intensifies as one of his hands finds my outer thigh and grips it, wrapping my leg around his waist. His knee presses against my center, close enough to give me some friction, but nowhere near enough of what I truly need. Need clouds my brain, and I start to shamelessly grind against his knee, hitting just the right spot on my throbbing clit.

His lips travel down my neck, and just as he had said, he starts kissing and nipping the soft flesh as his other hand finds the strap of my dress and pushes it down, exposing my breasts and peaked nipples to the summer brisk air.

“Goddamn,” he growls, the sound going straight to my core. “Your tits are fucking perfect.” Without another word, his mouth latches on one of my nipples while his hand plays with my other breast, squeezing it as his tongue keeps lapping and flicking over and over. His hand fits perfectly against my breast, like I was made for him and his touch.

That’s a crazy thought.

“Oh,God,” I moan.

His laugh, low and husky, makes my skin prickle. “No God around here, Bella?1. Just me, playing with your perfect tits as you grind against my knee, desperate to come,” he mumbles, hovering his mouth over my nipple, his hot breath against my soft flesh like a wonderful inferno.

I bite my lip, holding back a whimper. This is the last thing we should be doing, but it feels too good to stop.

His mouth closes around my nipple again,and he sucks on it once,hard. I try to stifle my cries with the palm of my hand, but he swats it away, clicking his tongue.

“I want to hear every sound that comes out of you. I want to hear how good I make you feel even though I’m barely touching you.”

Before I can process what’s happening, he flips us effortlessly, his back sinking into the sand as he guides me to straddle him, his growing erection sitting right against my aching core. I know I must be making a mess of his jeans right now, because the fabric of my underwear is lacey and thin.

“Grind on my cock, baby. Make a mess of my jeans and make yourself feel good,” he murmurs before darting his tongue and licking the column of my neck with one languid, torturous stroke.

“Oh,fuck,” I moan breathlessly. The feel of his tongue against my skin is hot and warm, making my body break out in goosebumps.

“You’re wishing I was licking your pussy instead, aren’t you?” He speaks in a sweet, taunting voice.

“Yes,” I grit out through another desperate moan as I keep grinding against his erection. I forgot how big he is, and even with all these layers of clothes between us, I can feel every inch of his throbbing cock hitting against my clit over and over again.

“Don’t worry, Blue.” His voice is so deep and unrecognizable, it’s doing wonders for my growing need. “I plan to feast on your cunt one of these days until you’re begging me to stop. Then I’m going to make you fuck my face, because make no mistake—I’mdesperateto fucking drown in it,” he growls.

His words urge me to continue grinding hard and fast as my orgasm builds rapidly. My lower back tingles, andLorenzo somehow knows the perfect way to send me over the edge by grabbing my nipples between his thumb and index finger, playing with them until my orgasm explodes, making me cry out his name. As the orgasm keeps overtaking my body, he grips my ass so hard, I’m sure he’ll leave some bruising. He starts grinding against my pussy, seeking his own friction. The fabric of his jeans rubbing deliciously against my thin lace feels so damn good, and knowing he’s just as desperate for me as I am for him is so hot, another orgasm rolls through me as he lets out a guttural groan, his legs shaking from his own release.

As I’m riding down my high, reality crashes against me like a strong, cold wave.

Fuck. This escalated too damn quickly.

We dry-humped in the middle of a fucking beach. What the hell is the matter with me? What about our deal?

Oh, God. No. No.No.

My body starts to tense, and he frowns, trying to lock his gaze on mine. “Hey, are you okay?”

I quickly stand, adjusting the strap of my dress and brushing the wild strands of my hair away from my face. Of course, they don’t comply and fall in front of my face as always, making me irrationally irritated. Without a word, and like the coward I am, I run toward the staircase, almost falling flat against the concrete as I find my way to the inside of the villa. Lorenzo tries to close the distance between us, calling after me, but I’m too embarrassed to look at him. To face him.

Before he can get any closer, I run to my room, shut the door in his face, and plummet to the floor. I lean my back against the door and look up as my heart starts beating violently, asking myself what the fuck did I just do.

I got no sleep last night. I tried to get some writing done, but my brain was scrambled. I kept replaying everything in my head, because apparently, torturing myself is one of my new favorite pastimes.

The kiss. The dry-humping. The heart-to-heart conversation we had. A lot happened last night, and I don’t know how to even begin to deal with it. I’m so embarrassed. After all the huffing and puffing I did about keeping things professional, I go and do something stupid like this. My mistakes will, without question, bite me in the ass like they always do.

Reluctantly, I drag myself out of bed and step out of my room. Still groggy but drawn by the enticing smell of coffee, I head into the kitchen. Lorenzo is leaning against the island counter with a cup of coffee in his hand and wearing a pair of dark Levi’s, a green linen button-down, and a pair of—I do a double take to make sure I’m not losing my mind—white Converse?Even with a simple outfit, he looks so put together and—unfortunately for me—handsome. Heat creeks up my cheeks at the memory of everything that happened yesterday. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to be around him for God knows how long now that we have to stay a few more days.

I somehow find the strength to stumble over to the coffee pot, open the cabinet in front of it, and grab the largest mug I can find. I pour myself a generous amount, not bothering with sugar or milk—I’m too eager for the caffeine to kick in. I take a big gulp, only to spit it out immediately, my tongue burning from the scalding hot coffee.

“Fuck,” I murmur with a pained groan, darting my tongue out.

Lorenzo shakes his head with a laugh. “You should have checked first. That was reckless of you.”

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