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“Do you trust me?” He removes his finger. “Of course, I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I didn’t.”

“Good, let me try something.” He reaches for my robe and gently tugs and loosens the knot. It falls open, revealing my hardened nipples that strain against the silk fabric of my camisole. Slowly, he pulls the cord of my robe and gathers it in his hands.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers, putting me at ease.

I do as I’m told, and the silk fabric presses against my eyes as he ties it together at the back of my head.

“Now, all you need to do is focus on my touch and my voice.”

I swallow anxiously and nod as his hot breath dances across my collarbone once again, but this time, it doesn’t tickle. He presses open mouth kisses up my neck, each one searing into me, sending bolts of pleasure right to my core. His lips press to mine. It’s fleeting and not nearly enough. My breathing changes to small pants of anticipation of his next move. Strong hands grip my hips and tug me closer to the edge of the couch, and the tips of his fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts, and I lift my hips on instinct as he takes them.

I go to move my hands to cover my underwear, but his hands catch my wrists.

“Don’t you dare hide from me, Gabriella.” It’s almost a growl, and it sends another bolt of pleasure in between my legs. He releases me, and I do my best to relax my body. “Do you know how sexy you look like this? Blindfolded, wrapped in silk and lace, and all mine.” A whimper escapes my lips as his hands graze the sides of my breasts, and his thumbs dust over my nipples.

He’s barely touched me, and yet I’m already close to the edge.

His hands skim under my cami that’s ridden up, touching the bare skin of stomach. My body is on fire, and his touch seems to be the fuel that ignites it, and I want more. I rotate my hips slowly, desperate for some friction, and I gasp when his thumb strokes over the lace fabric of my panties, just near my clit and I internally beg for him to do it again.

My silent prayers are answered when his hand slides inside my panties and he swipes his fingers through my folds.

“So wet for me already, baby girl.” He groans, and holy crap, I am, embarrassingly so, and yet, I don’t care. “Please…” I whimper. I don’t know what I’m asking, but I just know I need him to do more. There's a desperate ache building that I needed him to soothe.

“Is this you begging, Gabriella, because I could get on board with that?” he says with a slight hint of amusement in his tone as he rubs his finger in small circles over my clit and it pulls another moan from me.

“Yesss…” I hiss as he continues. I bite down on my lower lip to stifle the moan that wants to rip from me. Suddenly, he removes his hand, and I go to protest, but he’s dragging my panties down my legs.

My body hums in anticipation of his next move. When I feel his palms slide up my inner thighs, tiny tremors run all over myskin. I try to close my legs on instinct, but he clamps his hands down on my thighs.

“Relax, Gabriella, let me in.” His tone is firm but reassuring at the same time. I take a centering breath, reminding myself of why I’m letting him do this, and that thought allows my body to soften and my legs to widen.

“Good Girl.”

He repeats the movement, smoothing his calloused palms up my soft thighs, and I melt into the couch cushions when his hot mouth presses a kiss so close to my sex I think I stop breathing.

“Breathe, Mia cara,” he croons, wrapping his strong hands around my thighs and tugging me a little closer and then pinning them to the couch. He maneuvers me with confidence and ease so I am putty in his hands.

I take a moment to catch my breath, but it’s stolen the minute he slowly pushes a finger inside me.

“Fuccckkk,” he groans out.

“Oh, my…” I gasp in a mixture of shock and pleasure. The stretch, the slight burn, and the building pressure feel too much. It’s been so long since I had a man touch me like this, but for someone so strong and guarded, he's surprisingly gentle with his movements. I may be opening up for him, but with every touch of my skin and kiss he plants on my body, I feel like I am experiencing an entirely hidden side of Brad Russo.

“Is this all for me? Is this what my touch does to you?” He adds another finger and begins working them at a pace that has my eyes rolling and my hips grinding down on his fingers.

I moan in pleasure. When his thumb starts rubbing my clit and he begins to work his fingers a little faster, my core tightens, a pressure so intense building that I have to grip the comforter that’s beneath me for something to hold on to before I fall over the edge.

My breathing has turned to deep, breathless gasps. The sounds of my arousal fill the apartment and something unfamiliar works its way through my body. It feels like an impending wave, one that’s about to crash its way through me and break me apart. I grip Brad's arms. “Brad… please… I…” My words are lost when he brings his mouth to mine and presses a bruising kiss there as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

His lips leave mine and his hot breath fans my neck.

“Does that feel good, baby girl? Does this greedy pussy of yours like riding my fingers?” I swallow, fighting desperately to find a word that would accurately depict how I’m feeling right now, but I’m at a loss. I feel myself tighten around his fingers, a shudder fluttering through my body as I grip the back of his head to stabilize and steady myself as I ride this wave of ecstasy.

“So fucking beautiful.”

This is nothing like I’ve felt before, and in this moment, I think I’d give, do, say anything he wanted. It’s all consuming. I don’t want it to end, and I surprise myself when I plead with him.

“More.” It falls from my lips on a breathless whisper.