Page 56 of Sin and Seduction

“Come,” he says, pulling me by my hand to the door of the building. He pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the door, ushering me inside as he flicks on the lights.

I look around at the large space before me. The walls are stone with lots of crystal chandeliers. There’s an old fountain in the center and a lot of random ivory statues lining the walls. I walk around the space in all, my heels clicking against the stone floor. There’s a countertop that looks like a cashier counter but much nicer and made of glass.

“What is this place?” I ask, looking at Dante in wonder.

“Yours,” he says matter of factly.

“What do you mean?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.

He walks to me and holds me in his arms, his cologne rich and pungent, making me want to dive into it.

“I bought this as a graduation present. This is your new restaurant, Esmeralda,” he says, and my jaw drops.

He got this for me?

I walk away to look around more, the windows large and looking at the ocean before us. I am completely speechless.

“I know you probably wanted to pick out a place yourself, but I saw this listing about a month ago and made a down payment. It just…felt like you. If you don’t like it, I can always tell my agent to keep looking,” he says, sounding anxious.

I turn around to face my husband, smiling at him as I walk into his arms and kiss his cheeks.

“It’s perfect,” I whisper against his mouth, feeling him smile against my lips.

“You really like it?” he asks, and I jump into his arms, catching him by surprise as he holds me close.

“I love it, Mr. Moreno,” I say, kissing him deeply as his hands go to my ass that is now on full display since my short dress has ridden up my thighs.

“I aim to please, Mrs. Moreno,” he says and starts kissing me with a passion that I’ve missed.

I give back into the kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair as he moans into my mouth.

“I’ve been wanting to get you out of this dress since I saw you in it this morning,” he groans, and I smile, shimmying my hips against him and moaning when I feel his cock harden against me.

His hands slide up my ass, and I feel his surprise in his lips.

“No panties today, mi ciela?” he growls, and I bite my lip.

“Surprise,” I whisper, loving his growl and squealing as he quickly lowers me to the floor.

He spreads my legs and pulls my dress to my waist, crawling down my body and kissing every inch of me. His dark head settles in between my thighs, and as soon as his tongue snakes out and finds my clit, I arch my back and moan loudly. He eats me with abandon until I’m crying and shaking on the floor of my new restaurant, until I’m coming all over his tongue.

He crawls back up and kisses my lips. I taste myself on him, and it makes me grow even wetter, my stomach tightening with the need to have him inside me.

“I think it’s time to christen your new business, don’t you think?” He growls against my lips, and I nod my head quickly, my legs wrapping around his waist eagerly.

“Yes, please.” I gasp, and he quickly undoes his pants, sliding into me with a long, deep thrust.

I moan loudly, and he starts to fuck me slowly, his hands traveling all over my body. He grabs my face and forces me to look at him, his eyes wide and full of lust. I stare into them as he fucks me slowly, making love to me at a deep, leisurely pace.

“God, Emmie. I love you so much,” he says in between his deep kisses.

I want to respond, but I can’t. His thrusts are so deep that my legs begin to shake and all I can do is whimper my pleasure into his mouth, licking and dueling with his tongue as his hands tangle in my hair. We hold each other close, our bodies modding into one and merging our souls along with them. I come within minutes, tightening around him and yelling out his name.

He takes it all, my long orgasm. He takes every bite and scratch, every tug and arch. He savors it and growls, biting at my lips before he pushes in with one last, deep thrust before groaning loudly into my hair as he cums. We hold onto each other like that for ages until the sun sets and our breathing slows.

“I guess you really do like the place then,” he chuckles and I flip him over and straddle him, taking him inside me once more as we christen the floor of my new restaurant for a second time.

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