Page 92 of Dancing with the Devil

“Also, regarding the guest list…” I slowly trailed off, looking at my empty page titled ‘my guests’. “Since the only family member I wanted to invite shipped himself off to rehab… it looks like it’ll only be your side of the family. I’m going to need a list of everyone you’re inviting.”

He continued kissing my inner thigh, completely ignoring me. He opened his mouth, sucking on my skin, and Ifelt a dangerous heat grow between my thighs. “Antonio!” I reprimanded, moving back and out of his grip, but he grabbed my foot—stopping me. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Family. Shipped off. Guest list. Yes,” he nodded, pulling me closer. “Now, come back.”

I irritably groaned, crossing my legs. I stared at him—hurt—and he lifted his hands to my waist. “I told you I wanted a wedding, and now you’re not taking me seriously,” I glanced away from him.

“But Iamlistening,” he said, and my head snapped down to him. “Okay, I’m sorry.” His eyes held an apology, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Like I was saying,” I heavily exhaled, looking at my notes again. “I need you to tell me who you’re inviting since I need to actuallyplanour wedding. Also, have you thought of a best man yet—no no, don’t tell me. Save that for a later stage,” I nodded in thought, jotting a reminder down.

“Shouldn’t the wedding planner be in charge of all this?”

“You thinkI’dlet another woman planmywedding?” I scoffed, completely shocked that he’d eventhinkI’d hire a wedding planner. “I’m perfectly capable of planning a wedding by myself, with, the help of my maid of honor, Silvia, of course.”

“Yeah…” he slowly nodded. “But how are you going to fit dancing, fucking me—not just once a day—and planning a wedding all in one day,everyday?” he asked and I dropped my shoulders.

I tapped my pointer finger to my chin in thought. “Well, I could always take out the ‘sleeping with you’ and save it for after the wedding,” I looked up in thought.

“Trying to kill your fiancé before the wedding, huh?” he raised a brow at me and I couldn’t help but smile down at him.

“Well, I think I could squeeze you in, in the morning…” I trailed off, leaning forward to cup his face. “And after weddingplanning, and after dinner and after dancing,” I slowly said between kisses. “In the shower, after the shower,” I smiled as I kissed him and his grip around my waist tightened. He definitely liked the sound of that.

He slowly stood up—without breaking the kiss—and pulled me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his body ignite a strong pulsing between my thighs.

His assistant buzzed him and he pressed the answer button without removing his lips from mine.

“Mr. Antonio, Miss Fernandina is here for her appointment with you,” she said and I broke the kiss. I stared at him in confusion before I immediately covered his mouth, pressing the button.

“Let her in, Julie,” I said, and Antonio removed my hand from his mouth.

“Nirah—”

“Just be quiet,” I hopped off the desk, pushing him back down onto his chair. There was a knock at the door and I dropped down to my knees. “Aren’t you going to let her in?” I asked unbuckling his belt.

He grabbed my wrists, stopping me. “What are you doing?”

“Let her in, and you’ll find out,” I pulled my wrists from him and unzipped his pants. “Now, lift your hips for me,” I whispered up at him and he did as I said.

“Come inside, Fernandina,” he said and I could not hide my smile as I fisted his growing erection in my hands.

I looked up at him, spitting on his tip and I watched lust flicker behind his eyes as he grew hard and thick in the palm of my hand.

Slowly, I stroked his erection in my hand.

He let out a shaky breath as she opened the door and I squeezed my thighs together, seeing his body’s reaction tometouching him. He rested his elbow on the armrest of his chair, rubbing his fingers up and down his jaw.

His eyes dropped down to me for a second and I looked up at him, tapping his tip on my tongue and he immediately inhaled a deep breath. His fingers curled into a fist in front of his mouth, and I didn’t miss the instant tick in his jaw.

He looked up at her and I swirled my tongue around his tip, slowly stroking the rest of him.

“Okay,” Fernandina snapped, plopping down onto the chair and the leather squeaked under her weight. “Thisthingwhere I need to make appointments to see you, isn’t going to work, it’s complete bullshit,” she slammed her hands onto the desk and I couldn’t help but smile as I slipped his tip past my lips, bobbing my head back and forth.

His fingers slid into my hair as he gripped my roots, pushing my head down. “You disrespected my fiancée, Fernandina,” he said in annoyance. “Not to mention you put your hands on one—if not more—of my staff. You should be glad I’m still willing to do business with you.”

I lowered my head even more as I tried to take most of him and felt his grip on my roots tighten.

“I don’t give afuckabout your little fiancée or stupid maid!” she barked, hitting her fist down once again.