Page 70 of Beautiful Desire

“You’re right. We did say professional.”

“Okay, well, I’d better go. I need to get home,” I say, looking up and noticing the clock now reads five-thirty p.m.

I still need to tidy my desk and shut down my computer. I need to get a move on or I’m going to be late.

Without giving him another glance, I turn and walk out of his office, desperate to get out of here. I quickly pack up and turn off my computer, then grab my coat and purse as I sprint to the elevator.

As I wait for it to arrive, I pull out my cell and see the time is now 5:40.

Shit.

I know Gia won’t mind, but I hate being late. It’s already been a long enough day.

* * *

I jump out of the cab, rushing through the front door of Fabi and Gia’s house. Marco comes walking out of the kitchen with a confused look on his face as I close the door behind me.

“What’s u—”

Cutting him off before he can finish asking his question, I ask one of my own. “Where is she?”

Sensing the frantic look I clearly have about me, he lifts a hand, pointing down one of the hallways.

“Playroom,” he says.

I break into a jog as I make my way as quick as I can down the hallway and open the door into the playroom as quietly as I can.

“There she is. Is everything okay?” Gia asks, observing my nervous energy.

Bending down, I grab her, hug her tightly to my chest, and instantly relax.

My safe haven.

“Mommy missed you so much today, baby girl.”

CHAPTER21

DOM

I stand rootedto the spot Elle left me in with my hands bunched in tight fists in my pants pockets. I’m a mixture of emotions, but the sense of relief I felt after finally giving in to my need for her is most prevalent. I’m lost in a trance staring at the door she’s just walked out of, but the raging hard-on in my pants hasn’t eased. I can still smell her. Still feel her presence.

As much as I wanted to bend her over my desk and remind her just who her body belongs to, I didn’t want our first time in over a year to be a quick fuck in my office. I want to take my time and savor every inch of her body, revel in each raw and wanton moan while she begs me to fuck her on repeat until her body can’t take it anymore.

The memory of the last time I had Elle laid beneath me writhing, begging and moaning makes my already-hard cock now aching in need of release.

Screw this.

I storm into the bathroom, slam the door, lock it shut, and stand over the toilet. Using the pre-cum that’s gathered, I spread it across the head before I slowly fist my cock. Closing my eyes, I conjure the images of Elle pinned up against my office wall, needy, begging, moaning my name.

The curve of her hips is more defined than it was a year ago, and I vaguely remember the feeling of a scar as I traced my hands down her stomach before I slipped my fingers into her panties. I knew before I even felt her sweet, tight pussy that she would be wet for me. She’s always been so wet for me.

Starting to fist my cock faster, I remember the feeling of her taut nipples through her bra and blouse, how I wanted to rip everything off her body and feast on her. I replay the way she begged me to fuck her with my fingers until she came. Her nails digging into my biceps the closer she got, almost piercing my skin as she climaxed. The sound of my name falling from her lips in a light, almost-whisper moan, a sound I could listen to for eternity.

“Oh, Elle. Please. Yes, yes.” A growl travels up my throat from my chest as I let go of my release.

Now that I’ve had her again, what I knew was a fact the morning I left her laying naked in her bed in Italy is cemented. Walking out of that room was the biggest mistake of my life.

I tidy myself up and head back out to my office. Taking a seat at my desk, I see the clock on the computer reads 5:47 p.m. The office didn’t take long to empty out today, but then again, Thursday is the new Friday, apparently.

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