Page 46 of Beautiful Evidence

“Well, Ms. Leone,” I murmur, careful to use her chosen name rather than her given name so I don’t sour the mood, “if it works, why fight it?”

With an impish grin, I stand up, gripping her hand to haul her to her feet. She stumbles into me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her waist to steady her. "I think we need a more… private location for this conversation," I say, my voice low and husky in her ear.

Alessia's cheeks flush a delicious shade of pink, but she doesn't protest as I lead her down the hallway to her bedroom. The room is dimly lit with the curtains drawn, casting everything in a sensual glow. My heart pounds in my chest as I kick the door shut behind us, locking it for privacy. I don't want anyone or anything interfering with this moment.

The low lighting casts enticing shadows on her flushed skin, and I can't help but admire the view. "I've been waiting my whole lifefor someone like you," I confess, my voice raw with desire. I rest my hands on her hips and lean into her, ready to take her against this door.

She licks her lips, a playful glint in her eyes. "You're not the only one, Enzo." She reaches for the hem of her blouse, lifting it over her head to reveal the lacy bra beneath. My vision clouds with lust as her full breasts spill free. I groan under my breath, unable to tear my eyes away.

"You're so beautiful," I gasp, my hands trembling as I fumble with my own buttons.

Alessia smiles up at me, her expression a heady mix of desire and vulnerability. "I'm glad you think so." Slowly, she unhooks her jeans, letting them slide to the floor and revealing a pair of matching lace panties. My heart pounds in my chest as I drink in the sight of her, so breathtakingly sexy yet vulnerable at the same time.

"You have no idea," I manage to say, my voice rough with need. I shuck my shirt off and undo my trousers, letting them drop to the floor along with my boxers. My erection strains between us, and Alessia's gaze flickers downward before meeting mine again, her cheeks flushed but her eyes filled with determination.

"I want to be with you so bad, Enzo," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her admission emboldens me, and I grip her hips, lifting her onto the edge of the bed. She gasps, but her eyes darken with need, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

I groan as our bodies press together, her heat against my length igniting a fire in my veins. "Tell me what you want," I growl, nipping at her neck as I fumble with the clasp of her bra.

"I want you," she pants out, arching her back to give me better access to her collarbone. "I want to feel you inside me, Vincenzo. I want to have a future with you.” My teeth sink into her skin, and at the same time, she shoves her panties down over her hips.

Lying back, her body pulls away from mine, but only so she can remove her panties, and then I’m between her legs, finding her sopping center. My hands struggle to undo her bra and she rescues me, and then there is nothing between us but her slick moisture.

I groan, the sound guttural and primal, as Alessia's delicious wetness coats my fingers. The slickness between her legs proves her arousal, and I can't help but grin. "You're so wet for me,Bella," I growl before lowering my head to taste her nectar. Her flavor explodes on my tongue, sweet and salty, driving me further into the depths of lust.

Alessia moans loudly, her hands gripping the sheets as I lap at her core. Her hips buck against my mouth, urging me to go faster, harder. I oblige, and my tongue dances over her swollen clit. Her scent fills the air, musky and intoxicating, spurring me on even more.

Alessia's moans become more urgent, her hips bucking faster against my mouth. I know she's close, and I don't want her to come like this. Not without me inside her. Reluctantly, I raise my head, my face glistening with her juices. I meet her gaze, and what I see there takes my breath away. Trust. Desire. Love.

"Enzo," she pants, her hair a tangled mess around her flushed face. "I want you inside me now."

I can't deny her anything in this moment. With a growl of pure need, I line up my throbbing dick with her slick entrance andpush inside her. Her heat constricts around me, and we both moan in unison as our bodies become one.

Alessia's nails dig into my back as she arches her hips, taking me even deeper. "Enzo," she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. "Oh, God, Enzo."

"I've got you," I grunt, gripping her hips and starting to move in slow, deep thrusts. "I'll always have you, Alessia."

“Oh, God, please…” Her words are a balm to my soul, soothing the rough edges of our past week apart.

"I've missed you," I whisper in her ear, my hips picking up speed as she moans my name. Her nails claw my back, and I know she's close. I can feel her pussy clenching my shaft. I want to feel her come apart in my arms, to know this is real, that we have a future together.

Her legs tighten around my waist, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her. "Enzo!" she cries out. She’s frantic, gasping and grunting as she convulses. I bury myself deep inside her, as deep as I can go, feeling her pulse around me.

The moment feels magical, like something between us has shifted, and I don’t have to think about her leaving at all anymore.

I pump slowly in and out of her as my release fills her and drains out. Our lips find each other again, and I push the hair off her face as I open my eyes to look down at her.

“I love you, Enzo…” She’s winded and her voice is breathy, but it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever said to me.

“You’re mine, Lessi. Now and forever.” And I mean it. I’m never letting this woman go, no matter who I have to fight to keep her in my arms permanently.

29

ALESSIA

The deposition room is too bright. Not overly harsh, but the kind of natural light that doesn’t feel like it belongs here—streaming through high windows as if this were any ordinary meeting and not the final fork in the road for my career, my name, and what little remains of my independence. I sit in the straight-backed chair and lay my palms flat against the table to keep them from shaking. They're already sweating.

Across from me sits a federal judge whose robe is draped loosely over one shoulder. He doesn’t look up yet. He’s flipping through papers like this is one of a dozen things he has to get through before lunch. To his right, Luca Bernardi. To his left, Elena Greco. Both of them carry clipboards and pens like they’re here to take notes, not dissect me inch by inch.

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