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Yet as Rafael gives into another kiss and heat rushes me, I’m aware there’s no slowing down. There’s no pressing the brakes on this.

We’ve both made up our minds.

I fist my hands in his dress shirt, then let my fingers gravitate to the buttons so I can undo them. He plays with the neckline of my red cocktail dress, his touch seductive and shiver-inducing. We strip each other piece by piece until we’re half naked against the wall, still trading passionate kisses.

Rafael’s warm palms slide down my hips and thighs, grunting his approval. He hoists me up by the thighs, plucking me off the ground with ease. I grip his shoulders and giggle as he carries me inside the bedroom and then drops us to his bed.

We land already seeking out each other’s mouth, meeting in another hot, eager kiss.

I’m not sure who I am in this moment, but I’ve lost any nerves. I’m not thinking as we roll over several times on the bed. He’s on top, then I’m on top, and then he’s pinning me down and peppering kisses all over my throat.

Lust thickens in the air. Arousal surges inside us.

But we’re still playful. We take our time, having fun driving the other crazy. Rolling over yet again, I trap Rafael between my thighs and unhook my strapless bra. His palms skim slowly up my torso, cupping my breasts.

Filling his hands with them.

My eyes flutter shut at how amazing his touch feels.

I rock against his pelvis as he fondles them and then rolls my nipple between his fingers.

“Squisita, dolcezza. But I want a taste.”

The room spins as I’m flipped under him and his mouth clamps down on one of my breasts. I cry out at the heat that sears through me. His teeth graze the delicate mound of flesh, tugging at my hard nipple.

I’m at his mercy, squirming under him.

My pussy beats faster than the heart in my chest. The throbbing becomes unbearable, so turned on I’d do anything for relief.

Rafael kisses and sucks on my breasts until I’m almost about to come. I’m sensitive enough, starved for physical intimacy, that his touch is like magic.

Somehow, he knows just how to edge me.

He knows just how to take me there.

By the time he strips my panties off, I’m spreading my legs for him. He swears under his breath and presses his fingers to my pussy, rubbing at my clit. Leaning over me to drop a kiss on my lips, he says, “Is this what you want, Portia? Tell me now. Tell me I’m lucky enough to have you.”

A tremor of arousal passes through me. I gaze hazily up at him and murmur, “I’m yours tonight. Have your way with me.”

He groans as if he can’t believe his ears, then explodes with ravenous hunger. If he made me feel desirable before, he makes me feel impossibly irresistible now.

I’m consumed by his kiss and touch. Both feel everywhere at once as he kisses my throat and appreciatively fondles my naked curves.

I let my hands wander too.

Rafael’s body is impeccable—he’s broad and long with ropey muscle but trim and lean at the waist, clearly taking meticulous care of himself. My hands wander over the tattoos decorating his body and the light patches of hair on his chest and arms.

It feels good just to touch him. Just to feel the twitch of his muscle and the heat rising off his skin.

His dick is thick and heavy. It’s veiny and swollen.

My eyes screw shut as he strokes his length and slips a condom on, positioning himself at my entrance.

“Dolcezza, you’re so tight,” he groans. “I’m not sure if I’ll fit like this.”

“I… I… sometimes…” I breathe, struggling to speak through my arousal. “Sometimes I have trouble taking… do you have… any lube?”

He kisses me on the lips and then rolls off me, presumably to grab some. He returns half a second later with a bottle of some that he squirts onto his dick and slicks onto my pussy.