Page 52 of Till Death Do Us Part

He made a dismissive noise and told me he would see me on Sunday. We hung up.

My phone flew from my hand before I could stop it. “Shit!”

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Felice said, standing where he wasn’t a second before.

“Everything okay?” I breathed out. I was having a hard time catching my breath. The scare paired with how he was looking at me…the stays were straining again.

He was too gorgeous for words.

He’d lost his jacket, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The first couple of buttons were undone, showing some of his muscular chest. He’d taken his shoes and socks off and was barefoot.

He looked like the king of the penthouse.

“Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow,” he said.

“Jack?” I asked, figuring he was hearing about it too.

He said nothing as he stalked toward me. That conversation was over. He stopped when our bodies barely touched.

“Help me undress?” I whispered, running my hands up his chest. His heart kicked against my palm.

His hands came around my waist, and he turned me. He slowly undid the stays, and I breathed a sigh of relief when the dress gave and fell to the floor. Cool air washed over my breasts and nipples, but his hands were warm. His fingertips slid up and down my back, edging right above my ass. My underwear was wherever his suit jacket was.

I kicked off my heels and removed the clip from my hair, setting it on the dresser. I shook my hair, running a hand through it, then turned to face him.

He’d helped me out of the dress, but he’d saved something from it. The stays. He tucked them into his pocket and, lifting me off my feet, carried me to the bedroom.

Chapter17

Roma

Felice must have turned the lights down low when he’d gone to take the call. The room was dim, the soft lights creating halos.

He set me down on the bed and took a step back.

I looked up at him and got to my knees. I undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and ran my hand along his chest before I flung it to the floor. I slipped my hand underneath the waistband of his pants, feeling his stomach convulse at my touch.

“You have any idea what your touch does to me?” His voice was deep and husky.

I shook my head, too breathless to say anything.

He moved my hand lower, to the clasp of his pants. I undid them, and he stepped out.

Damn. He was so big, it got caught on his pants. His dick could hold them up, like a coatrack.

A friggingGiganotosaurus.

“This is what you do to me.” He took my hand and placed it on his hot shaft. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, pushing himself into my fist.

He looked animalistic as I started to stroke him, taking cues from his facial expressions. Slowly at first, until he groaned, then I picked up the pace. I’d never done drugs, but watching him, I felt like I had.

My nipples ached, and the pulse between my legs throbbed. I needed to taste him, to explore his body with my tongue. He watched me as I moved, his eyes hooded. His skin tasted of salt and something uniquely his. When I came to his dick, I licked him from base to tip, then took him fully in my mouth.

He growled, deep in his throat, and buried his hands in my hair. He kept me in place while he started to pump his hips. Tears came to my eyes, but I tightened my mouth around him.

“Fuck,” he ground out, his grip so tight in my hair it was pulling at my scalp. “Your mouth feels good. Take all of me. That’s it.” He hissed out a breath before he started to lose control, moving like he was fucking me somewhere else.

I didn’t know if I could stand it, but I kept going. To make this man lose control made me feel like the queen of this Chicago penthouse. I grabbed his humungous balls and felt them tighten in my hands.

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