Page 89 of Dancing with the Devil

“Yes,” he answered with a little peck.

“Did you stay hydrated?”

“Yes.” Another peck.

“Did you do anynotbusiness related things?”

“Other than fantasizing about you? Nah,” he pecked my lips again.

“Did you miss me?” I murmured, and he grinned.

“You were all I could think about,” he replied, kissing me a little longer before pulling back.

“Meet new people?” I casually asked, and I didn’t miss the mischief lurking behind his eyes.

“I did meet this really hot brunette,” he said in thought, and naturally, my brows drew together.

“Antonio Ivan-Yuri De Luca,” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I’m kidding,” he pecked my lips. “She was blonde,” he smirked, and I scoffed, pushing his shoulders back, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.

“I can’t believe you’re getting jealous again,” he stated, and I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s hard not to when your fiancé is a manwhore,” I mumbled, trying not to look at him. He was quiet for a second and I started getting worried. I turned to look at him, only to find him frowning—deep in thought.

I couldn’t help but break out into a smile as he held the most confused expression on his face. “A what…?” he asked and I bit my bottom lip, trying not to smile.

“Nothing,” I shook my head. “Point is, you’re always surrounded by women,” I cleared my throat. Women who didn’t come with emotional baggage. Women who didn’t have to push away any and every good thing that ever came into their lives, in fear of it ruining them, and then leaving, forcing them to pick up every last piece and put themselves back together.Alone.

He leaned down, giving me a soft kiss, and pulled back to meet my hesitant eyes. “Butyou’rethe only womanIwant,”he whispered against my lips before kissing me, and my heat bloomed in my chest.

I smiled. “Prove it.”

He smiled as well. “I will.”

I held back as he kissed me, lowering his body to mine.

My hands gripped his biceps, and I could feel his muscles flex every so often.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he breathed against my lips before kissing down my neck.

He slipped his hand underneath my shirt as he grabbed my breast, molding it before twisting my sensitive nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

His wet mouth clamped onto my skin as he sucked and my mouth gaped open as a moan slipped out.

He lowered himself, leaving a trail of kisses across my lower stomach, amplifying the pulsing between my thighs. He yanked my shorts down my legs, wasting no time before his mouth latched onto my clit. The wet suck of his mouth forced tingles to shoot through my stomach and I lifted my head off the bed, reaching down to grip his roots.

I opened my mouth to moan and in response he groaned in pleasure, sucking harder.

His warm tongue circled my clit before he dragged it lower until—oh.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, and he gripped my thighs with both hands, burying his face between my thighs. He groaned as his tongue swirled in and out of me, and the vibrations soothed my aching clit. His mouth devoured me like a man who had been starved for days—weeks.

My arousal leaked out of me as he pulled back before dragging his tongue up and over my clit.

“Fuck,baby,” he groaned, kissing my soaking slit before flicking my clit with his tongue. His fingers tightened on my thighs and my skin buzzed.

“Antonio,” I sighed, gripping at his roots as I pushed my head back into the pillows. I attempted to squeeze his head between my thighs but his hold was too strong as he pulled my legs further apart.

I lifted my hips underneath him, and the muscles in my stomach tightened.