Page 48 of Till Death Do Us Part

“You’re a good liar. So good, it’s actually scary.”

“Part of my job,” he said, and we stepped into the private elevator.

It was a box with mirrored walls and dark hardwood paneling. The numbers climbed higher and higher. To avoid his intense gaze, I concentrated on them. When I finally met his eyes, I wished I could back up a step or two. I felt totally consumed. He was pushing in on my personal space without even touching me.

“What?” I whispered to break the tension.

“That fucking dress,” he almost growled before he had me pinned, and his mouth crashed into mine.

For as rough as it started out, the kiss turned slow, then started to grow wilder. I moaned into his mouth. His tongue tasted like bourbon and mint, and his usual scent wrapped around me like a warm winter coat.

His mouth ventured down, and he lifted my chin for better access. He started licking and biting my neck with the same intensity as the kiss. It was like he was trying to eat me alive.

His tongue moved slow and gentle, to taste me, then he’d bite me so hard I’d gasp. His hand came to the slit in my dress and followed it up. Every pass over my skin made goosebumps rise.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured against my hammering pulse. “Dolce.” His hand slid between my legs. He made a deep sound of approval at what he found.

My panties were soaked.

As he continued to make love to my neck with his mouth, I ground myself against his hand, needing more. I needed the barrier between us gone.

“Open your eyes, Roma,” he ordered.

My lids felt weighed down. I blinked against the heaviness, only able to get my eyes halfway open. The look on Felice’s face almost had me coming around his hand. His eyes were hooded. He was as consumed by this as I was.

Completely.

Everything he was doing to me, I could see in the mirrors.

“You can deny this all you want, but your body makes you a liar. Look how wet you are for me.” He showed me his hand, coated, and then sucked his finger. “Hold on.” He placed his hand flat against my stomach and pushed me back until the gold bar railing came to my back.

I used it to brace myself. He ripped my panties and stuck them in his suit pocket. He took a knee in front of me and guided one of my legs to his shoulder. His tongue moved slowly as he parted me with his fingers, but the pressure was insane. Or maybe I was just hypersensitive to him.

The noise that came from my mouth was a loud, shaky, broken sound. I was almost convulsing from how good it felt. The stubble on his face only heightened what I was feeling. I came close to begging him to rip the dress like he did the underwear. The corset was tight, and I needed to be free of it…my nipples ached to be touched.

My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, and I started rocking into him, shamelessly rubbing myself against his face. My breath was coming out in pants.

His tongue started to move faster and harder, and so did I. He started sucking on me, then he bit me so hard I screamed out.

I lost all control. I bucked against his face, so wild to chase the rush. I came so hard my eyes rolled and stars danced.

When I could open my eyes, he was already standing, keeping a hand on my waist. My knees were as solid as jelly.

The door to the elevator had opened to a private entry foyer. I hadn’t noticed when.

“My beautiful Roma,” he said, moving his lips against my ear.

I closed my eyes and shivered at the warmth of his breath. He smelled like me.

He took my coat and guided me into a space fit for a king.

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The penthouse was unreal. Almost as unreal as what just happened to me in the elevator. But what we’d just done had become a lasting memory. This place was solid to the touch.

I knew right away it was the work of an illustrious Italian architect who became renowned for his designs in the boom of the 1920s. He was primarily known for his work in New York, but all his places were coveted. I couldn’t imagine this one being any different. Especially since it was probably the only one in Chicago.

Felice hung my coat on a rack. He set his hand to my lower back and took me on a tour.

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