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“You were doing much more than just showering, Penelope. Exactly why I brought it up.”
Holy shit. Slow is out the window. We are careening down the flirty lane now, full speed, and I’d walk through fire to keep it going. That’s why I don’t hesitate, the question burning on my tongue. “What else did you see?”
He takes his time answering. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Do what?” I’m the one closing the gap, inching toward him until he’s so close I could kiss him if I just stretched a little.
Just as I brace for him to toss me out, his big, rough hands slide up to my face. His touch is a paradox, hard yet tender, calluses grazing my skin as he cups my cheeks. My heart’s a wild thing, slamming against my ribs.
He strokes me, thumbs tracing my jaw, eyes drinking me in like he’s committing every curve to memory. Then he lets go, snagging my right hand instead, lifting it to his mouth. Slowly, he kisses each finger—one by one, and I’m melting, my legs trembling, a puddle forming beneath me.
I’m a wreck before he speaks.
“You touched yourself that night with these hands. These gorgeous fingers were deep in your pussy. I want to taste them. I want to taste you.”
“Oh…” It’s not what I expected, but fuck, it’s everything I’ve craved. This could be a dream, and if it is, I’d rather die than wake up.
He drops my hand, jabbing a finger toward the door. “Walk out now, Penelope, before I cross that line.”
I don’t budge. I stand there, rooted, staring up at him. Defiance sparks in my eyes and he sees it, because next he asks, “Have you been with an older man before?”
“Yes.” My voice is breathy but he’s been my god for too damn long. The thought of him finally seeing me is a drug, too potent to resist. “Yes, I have.”
He nods once like he’s closing a deal and his eyes shift, sizing me up anew. “Then you know they only want sex. Nothing more.”
It’s my warning to bolt. He’s tossing the choice at me, daring me to run. He’s twice my age, my boss, my dead best friend’s father. A line so jagged it could cut us both to ribbons. But I don’t care. I want the fall.
“You won’t hurt me, Mr. Vieri,” I say, cool as ice, though my insides are molten. If he wanted to break me, he could, and I’d still worship at his feet. That’s the hold he’s got.
“You willing to bet on that?”
“Yes.”
He swallows hard, the sound loud in the quiet, and his eyes rake down my body—slow, greedy, stripping me bare.
“Tell me,” I whisper. “You watched me. What else did you want yesterday? What do you want now?”
He drops my wrist. “To shove you on this desk, rip those panties off, and lick you till you’re screaming my name. Right here. Right fucking now.”
A shiver rips through me. “Then do it,” I say. “I dare you.”
I wait and then—
“Take off your heels and get on my desk.”
I bend to slip them off, but he stops me with a shake of his head. “No. Don’t look away from me. Understand?”
“Yes…” I catch myself, breath hitching. “Yes, Adriano.”
I kick off my heels, eyes locked on his, then hoist myself onto the mahogany desk. My breath is gone when he steps in and slots himself between my thighs.
“Push up,” he growls, and I obey, scooting back. He shoves my skirt higher, a hiss escaping him as he clocks my panties and suspenders. It’s black lace, daring, a gamble I took for him. “You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you?”
“Since forever,” I admit, voice breaking, raw with want.
His hand slips under my shirt. He finds my bra and pinches my already stiff nipples roughly through the fabric, and I throw my head back with a moan. It’s been ages since someone touched me, too damn long, and I’m unraveling fast.
“Jesus,” I gasp, not meaning to say it aloud, but he continues to viciously palm my breasts, kneading their fullness as he grunts. “Fuck, you’re dangerously beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to fuck you?”
“I—I—” Words fail me, lost in the heat of his touch.
He shifts between my thighs and pulls his hand away, leaving me feeling bereft. But then he uses one finger to caress my folds through my panties, and I think I see sparks fly. Adriano leans down close enough for me to smell the freshness of his breath and the expensive cologne he wears.
“When you touched yourself, Pen, who were you imagining?”
I don’t hesitate. “You. When I touched myself, I wanted it to be your fingers, your tongue… doing it to me.”
Adriano doesn’t bother with finesse—he rips my panties off, the fabric snapping once. I watch it flutter to the floor, tattered, and bite the inside of my cheek, a thrill spiking through me.
“I’ve been starving for your pretty pussy,” he rasps, cutting straight to my core. “Will you let me taste it, Pen?”
“Please…” My voice trembles. “Please, I need you.”
He drops into the chair, his hands clamping around my hips, and pulls me forward until I’m splayed right in front of his face. Embarrassment floods me—he’s so damn manly, all muscle and edge, exuding experience I can only guess at.
I’ve had lovers, sure, but it was always quick, mechanical, just fucking to fuck. This? This is different—spread out like a feast for Adriano Vieri, the man I’ve craved forever, and I’m already slick, teetering on the brink.
He starts slow, lips brushing the insides of my thighs—kissing, licking, nipping hard enough to sting, then soothing the bites with soft and wet strokes. Red welts will bloom by morning, I know it, and the thought makes me clench.
“You’re so hot,” he murmurs and trails kisses from my knees up to my dripping core. “Forgive me, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’ll be gentle. You’re soft. Fragile. Fucking perfect.”
“Oh, Adriano…” His name slips out in a breathy plea.
“Talk to me,” he whispers, voice a velvet command. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please…” I’m desperate.
“Fuckkk—” His eyes darken, locked on me. “Your pretty pink pussy’s dripping for me. I need to taste it.”
His tongue swipes over my folds, and a gasp rips from my throat, loud and unbidden.
“Shh, sweetie,” he warns, lips grazing my skin. “Don’t want the whole damn building hearing how loud I make you.”
I want to scream it—how good he feels, how he’s unraveling me—but my career’s barely started, and I can’t torch it yet.
“Okay… okay,” I pant, biting back the noise.
He dives in again, a skilled finger parting me open for his tongue. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Pleasure slams through me, electric and wild. My hands plunge into his hair, holding tight, anchoring him between my thighs.
“This feels so good,” I moan, voice breaking. “Please don’t stop—don’t stop making me feel this good.”
His beard scrapes my pussy, rough and delicious, sending jolts up my spine. I can’t help it. I grind into his face, hips rolling as he sucks my clit hard, fingers pumping inside me, fast and deep.
“You taste sweet,” he growls, voice muffled against me. “Fuck, I could eat you everyday.”
“Mmmm,” I whimper, pleasure searing through every nerve. “Right there… oh, Jesus, there…”
He kisses my clit, tongue flicking, teasing my wetness while his fingers stay buried, curling up to hit that spot—the one that makes me see stars. Then he’s back, sucking hard, and I’m lost.
“Adriano,” I whine, grinding harder, chasing the edge.
He pulls back just enough to rasp, “Come on my tongue, Pen. I want your orgasm in my mouth. Give me that sweetness.”
“I’m so close…” My voice cracks.
That’s all he needs. He goes harder, faster, tongue and fingers relentless. I shatter, coming undone in his mouth, a sob muffled against my palm as ecstasy floods me, hot and blinding.
“Holy hell, Pen,” he mutters, standing, stepping back, snagging my ruined panties from the floor. “Gonna need these for a while.”
I slide off the desk, shaky, pushing my skirt down. My legs wobble like they’re not mine—he’s seen me naked, stripped me bare, and I’m still on his tongue.
Adriano Vieri, my oldest, dirtiest crush, just devoured me, and reality crashes in hard. I can’t meet his eyes, heat creeping up my neck.
“You’re dismissed,” he says softly, before slipping into his bathroom, because of course he’s the damn boss, and I’ve just leaped over a line there’s no un-crossing.
Heaven, hell, and every twisted shade between—I’m kidding myself if I think I regret it.