Page 4 of A Treasure To Keep
“You’re so impatient, wanting me to take you now instead of waiting for tonight.” I pepper kisses along her jawline before kissing her lips, lingering until she pulls away. She tucks her lower lip in between her teeth, her eyes sparkling brighter than the sun’s reflection on water at sunrise.
“When have you ever denied me?” She spreads her legs, letting my fingers drag up her dress to her uncovered pussy.
“No panties? Ma vilaine fille. You’re perfectly drenched for me.” She moans when I put two fingers inside her, curling to hit her perfect spot. “Mon trésor, you need to be quiet. No one can hear you moan without my permission.” She stifles her beautifulsounds as I coax an orgasm out of her. I love it when she drenches my fingers.
I pull my fingers out of her, sucking them into my mouth as I clean my fingers. “Tu as si bon goût. Do you feel how hard I am for you? Do you want me to make love to you?”
“Oui.” Her attempt at French is cute.
I bring one leg up to my hip, hypnotized by her tight pussy when I push into her. El clenches her teeth, attempting to stay quiet. Footsteps approach us as she clenches around me, knowing the idea of being caught excites her.
“El, are you in here? You need to head to the Leones. Mr. Cornado has sent a car and has everything loaded for your client.” El swallows, collecting herself before answering with a squeak.
“I’ll be out soon, Mr. Hansley. I’m finishing with something.” As soon as her sentence is over, she tightens around my shaft, dragging my own orgasm immediately after. I’m still coming inside her when our boss answers back.
“You have five minutes until Andrea’s next client is here. I’m tired of this dressing room bullshit.” Our boss leaves the room as I pull out of her, gathering my cum in my hands and shoving it back into her.
“Don’t let anyone see the evidence of my love for you.”
An amused grin surrounds El’s face before she kisses me. “Should we talk to Mr. Hansley?”
El and I both know he would love to fire us for loving each other here. He knows if he did, we would take most of the store’s clients with us.
I place my finger under her chin, tilting her face up to mine until our eyes meet. “Leave Mr. Hansley to me. You go impress them by simply being yourself.”
El turns after a final sensual kiss, exaggerating the swing of her hips as she walks away from me. She pauses at my desk,swiping a pen off the top. She teases me by slowly bending down, accentuating her ass before snapping up quickly to set it back on the desk. I can’t remember what movie she got that from, and I don’t care; whoever wrote that deserves an award.
Excitement turns into dread the second she’s out of sight. Visions of her and Marco alone flash through my mind. I’m certain he doesn’t want me, but he still may want El. The two of them are a sexual bomb ready to explode. Even if they can’t see it themselves.
I keep thinking they could potentially want each other without me.
Could I handle it if El and Marco wanted that?
Chapter 3
Marco
My watch shows that it’s about five past running late on the way back to Alessandro’s house. I’d put money on it that El is either running late because she wants to piss me off or she’s fucking Andrea. In all honesty, it’s probably both.
My dick, which I’ve sweetly and somewhat pathetically named Little Marco, hardens at my memory of New Year’s Eve. For the last nine months, that’s what I’ve used as inspiration to jerk myself off in the shower. And the craziest part? It’s not only El that pops into my head.
Thankfully, El stalks out of the store, her heels making her presence known before I see her. When she notices that I’m the one who’s picking her up, her face twists in annoyance.
“Who the fuck said I needed you to pick me up? Did you avoid driving your truck so I’d think it wasn’t you, and come out?” This fucking woman.
I push off Alessandro’s SUV and meet her halfway, the top of her head meeting my chest in her minimum four-inch heels. “That could have been a genius approach, but no, you’re wrong. Ididn’t drive my truck because I didn’t know how much shit you’d bring. Now that I know, I’m glad I didn’t. Half of this would have ended up strung across the highway. Also, how the fuck else were you going to get to Alessandro’s house?”
“Uh, I don’t know. A car? Domenico? Enzo? A horse-drawn carriage, maybe? Anything other than you would be great.” I’m shocked by the lack of fear this five-foot-on-a-good-day woman has toward me. What makes it worse is that it turns me on. I’d love to shove my dick in her bratty mouth to shut her up, similarly to how she did when she sat on my face. Fuck. Little Marco, get your shit together and deflate, dude.
“Either get in the fucking car or tell your boss you refuse to do your job,” El screeches in frustration when I turn around, walking away from her. It’s the only way I’m able to stop the temptation to shove my dick into any of her holes. Her mouth to shut her up, her pussy to make her scream, and her ass to see how it bounces when I slam myself into her. Jesus Christ, I need to get laid.
Once she gets in the car, the drive is painfully quiet on the way to Alessandro’s house. I realize when we pull in that I’ve been holding my breath when I set the car in park. I storm out of the SUV and head to the trunk, grabbing the mass amounts of shit she brought for Luci.
The SUV slightly shifts with how aggressively she slams the door. Seconds later, she rounds the car, her narrow eyes making it known that she would blow up my head if given the opportunity.
“Have you ever heard of opening the door for a lady? Don’t answer that. We both know that response.” El snatches the metal pieces for the clothing racks from my hand and goes into the house. She pauses, realizing she has no idea where to go. She turns around, not wanting to admit she needs help. She pursesher lips, dead set on waiting for me to answer without her asking until she finally gives up. “Where are we going?”
“Up to the third floor and to the right. You’ll see Enzo at the door. Don’t worry. I’ll be up soon. Don’t miss me too much.” I wink and blow a kiss at her as she rolls her eyes, heading upstairs.