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It’s clear just how big he is, and I swallow down the panic that claws up my neck as I imagine myself trying to take all of him.

“At least wait until we’re in the apartment before you start eye fucking me.” He chuckles and takes off his suit jacket. “Let me help you out.”

He steps out first and offers me his hand. I step out too confidently and nearly topple over into him for the second time tonight.

“Enjoy walking while you can.” He smirks and guides me into the lobby, holding his jacket in front of his pants as the perfect cover-up for the evidence I left behind.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Vitale,” the doorman greets. Goosebumps travel down my spine at the names.

Antonio greets him and all but pushes me into the elevator.

The second the door closes, he has me pinned to the wall, his arms on either side of my head. “So, Mrs. Vitale.”I love the way it sounds on his lips. “What do you have planned for the rest of the evening?”

“Whatever you want,” I echo his words from earlier.

“Careful, those are dangerous words.”

“I like a little bit of danger.”

Chapter twenty-one

Antonio

Mischiefflashesthroughhereyes just as the doors of the elevator open up.

“Remember you asked for this,tesoro,” I say next to her ear as I swoop her up and throw her over my shoulder.

She gasps and lets out squeals the entire way up the stairs towards my bedroom. Never in a million years did I think I’d be getting fake married, but even more so I never thought I’d be rock hard, practically aching to fuck my fake wife.

I toss Theá onto the bed, and she stares up at me with wide, innocent doe eyes. “Don’t move,” I say.

I reach into the pocket of my trousers and pull out the pair of panties she had on earlier tonight. “These are mine now,” I mumble, more to myself than her before walking over to my cupboard and dropping them into the same drawer my underwear is in. Slowly, I unclasp my watch, placing it on the dressing table along with my glasses.

“If you’re going to take this long, at least toss the vibrator over here.”

A smirk creeps onto my lips at her impatience. Theá may be smart-mouthed and stubborn, but it’s never been more clear just how needy she is for my touch. At least right now, anyway.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” I comment as I turn to face her again.

She barely gives me enough time to walk over to her before she’s on her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing me back into her intoxicating air.

“Cazzo, tesoro,” I mumble as I grab the back of her neck, attaching my lips to hers.

It’s like I’m a teenager again, like I’ve never touched a woman before.

All my hands want to do is touch every inch of her body. To grab and possess her like she’s mine.

The small metal ball on the centre of her tongue meets the warm flesh of my neck as she licks a long stripe up the sensitive area. I stifle back the whimper that wants to leave my lips.

“Hmm, I like those little noises you make,” she says, and I shudder at the way the compliment makes me feel. “Can you please not hold them back, Antonio?” she asks as her hand lands on the outside of my pants.

The groan that leaves my lips is involuntary, but it’s exactly what she wants. The combination of the her saying my name and the innocent way she is touching me ramps up the heat in the room.

Suddenly, it feels as if I’m possessed by need, my movements are fast and fluid as I practically rip the buttons off my shirt as I rush to get it off along with her dress.

That is my fucking vice because as it falls to the floor and I get the first full look at her naked figure, I’m ready to fall to my knees at her beauty.

“You are beyond gorgeous, Theresa,” I say as I move closer, forcing her backwards till the back of her knees meet the bed.