Page 12 of Armando

It’s true that Valentino is only eight years younger than my thirty-nine, but right now, he looks like a petulant child with his nose scrunched up. This tempers some of my initial anger. Valentino isn’t being an ass; he just has a giant chip on his shoulder. Interesting.

“When it happens to you, you’ll understand there’s no choice,” I tell him, resuming my walk out of the house and over to my parked car. I have a driver for almost everything except for my meetings at the compound.

“When what happens to me?” Valentino asks, trailing along behind me.

“When you fall in love. It’s not really falling, in my experience,” I muse, remembering the moment I saw Allegra. “It’s more like getting clobbered.”

Valentino snorts. “And you’re advocating this? Getting clobbered by love?”

I unlock my car and slip inside the driver’s seat, looking up at my colleague through the open car door. “It’s the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re crazy,” he scoffs, though I see the hint of a smile.

“A piece of advice, kid?” I say with a smirk. “When it happens to you, don’t fight it. You won’t win.”

“Whatever,” Valentino mutters as I close the car door. “I’ll call you tomorrow morning, and we’ll plan our week,” he shouts as I rev the engine.

I nod once, then peel out of the Di Salvo compound with one thought on my mind.Allegra.

The normally twenty-minute drive home takes only ten. I try taking a few deep breaths to calm myself, but my heart won’t stop racing. I’ve only been away for three hours, but I miss my angel already.

When I step inside, I’m greeted with the sweetest sight; my Allegra in an oversized t-shirt, humming to herself while wiping down the kitchen counter. Her hips sway to the tune in her head, and the sunlight pouring in through the window catches on her strawberry-blonde hair, making it glitter.

My feet carry me forward as if in a trance, my eyes unable to part from her for a single second. Allegra looks up at me, and her blue eyes light up when they meet mine. God, she’s perfection. Sweet, innocent, tempting perfection.

“Welcome home,” she says seconds before I scoop her up in my arms.

“Love seeing you in my clothes,” I grunt like an animal.

Allegra giggles and I have to capture the sound on my tongue.Our lips meet softly at first and then with more passion. I open my mouth, needing more, needing to consume her and tie her to me in every way. Our tongues tangle, each giving and taking in perfect measure.

Never breaking our kiss, I walk Allegra backward and set her on the counter before stepping between her parted thighs. My girl moans for me, her aching core rubbing against the thick, painful erection trapped in my pants.

I need more. I need her skin under my tongue, need to lap at those perky nipples, need to breathe her in. I need to see her come. I need to smell her release as it drips down my chin.

Reluctantly, I break our kiss so I can fill my lungs with air. She follows me like our lips are connected by magnets. It pleases me to know she's as addicted to me as I already am to her.

I watch as she catches her breath, her eyes closed, her lips swollen, and her cheeks flushed.

“Beautiful,” I whisper into the side of her neck before placing a soft kiss there.

Allegra’s pulse beats rapidly, making me groan and lick the same spot. She bucks her hips, grazing her hot little pussy against me.

“Do you like when I kiss you here, Allegra?” I ask as I continue trailing kisses up and down her slender column.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.

I growl into her skin, my already hard dick turning to granite at her words. Goddamn, I didn’t know what a turn-on that would be, but I can’t get enough. She arches her neck, baring the soft flesh to me. I’m like a wolf, ready to sink my teeth into my prey.

“Fucking love when you call me that,” I growl again, sucking and licking and nipping as she moans for me.

My lips trail lower, grazing her collarbone, where I suck and bite her, just enough to turn her skin pink, not enough to leave a mark. But fuck, I want to mark her. Claim her. Devour her.

“Please,” Allegra whimpers as I slowly kiss my way down her chest and over the fabric of her shirt. “I need more. Please, Armando.”

“Who?” I ask before rolling her nipple in between my lips.

“Sir! Please, sir…”

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