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That’s all it takes.
I bury myself deep, groaning low in my chest as I spill inside her, hot and heavy, marking her, claiming her, owning her completely.
I stay there, buried, our breathing ragged, her body limp against the railing as I hold her up, my forehead pressed to the back of her neck.
“Mine,” I murmur, softer now, kissing the sweat-damp skin behind her ear. “All fucking mine.”
She lets out a soft, broken laugh.
"Fuck, Angelo. I swear you're never going to get me to behave if that's what you're after."
I chuckle, pressing another kiss to her neck, letting my hand smooth over her stomach, feeling the aftershocks still rolling through her.
“I’m not trying to make you behave, Tesoro,” I breathe, against her skin. “I just want you to remember who you belong to.”
She goes quiet for a moment, her hand coming up to brush over my knuckles where they rest against her stomach.
“Angelo…” Her voice is soft, unsure. “Were there… really guards who could see?”
I pause, then huff a quiet laugh against her shoulder, pressing one more kiss there.
“No, Tesoro,” I say, voice low, reassuring. “There’s no one out here. I would never let anyone see you like this. You’re for me. Only me.”
She lets out a small breath, her body relaxing.
“Okay,” she whispers, and I hear the trust in that word, the quiet relief.
I slide out of her slowly, pulling her back against my chest, one arm looping under her knees, the other around her shoulders as I lift her into my arms.
She makes a small sound, a tired, contented hum, her arms wrapping around my neck as she buries her face against me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Tesoro,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her temple. “Then I’ll take you back to bed.”
“But the meeting…. don't leave without me,” she mumbles.
“I'm not going anywhere without you Tesoro.”
And I carry her inside.
***
Pulling into the underground lot of NovaRael, I kill the engine. Adriana opens the door before I can get to her side.
“I should’ve fought you harder on that outfit,” I mutter, eyes dragging down her legs as she steps out. Her heels hit the pavement like a threat.
She doesn’t flinch. “I look fine, Angelo.”
“That’s the fucking problem. You look too good. Why didn’t you wear a shirt under that thing? Your tits are on display, and those are mine.”
“It’s a blazer dress,” she snaps, slipping her hand into mine. The warmth of her skin is the only reason I’m not dragging her right back home. “It would look stupid with a shirt. And unless you’re paying for a reduction,they’restaying exactly as they are.”
She stops, grips my jaw, and kisses me quick—sharp and silencing. “Such vulgar words out of that beautiful mouth.”
I grunt as the elevator dings open and we step inside. My hand tightens around hers.
“Just remember who you belong to.”
Her eyes gleam up at me. “Hard to forget. I can still feel you inside me.”
