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I pull out the chair next to her and sit down. Finding her hand under the table, I grab it and give it a squeeze.

“Would you like any more wine?” I ask as I reach for the bottle set in the middle of the table.

“I would. Thank you.”

I pour hers, then place the bottle back.

“You don’t want another?” she asks.

“Nah, I have to drive us home.”

“Eva,” Ma interrupts our side conversation. “Please, help yourself. In this family, we eat whatever we want. Don’t feel shy. Take as much as you would like.”

“That’s Ma’s way of saying the more you eat, the more she’ll like you,” Julian mumbles under his breath.

Ma gives him a scolding look. She isn’t playing around right now; she wants to make a good impression.

I reach for the tongs. “Hold up your plate,” I tell Eva.

We fill our plates up with tons of carbs.

Eva takes a huge bite of her pasta and groans. “Oh, Mrs. Bertini, your cooking is even better when it’s fresh from the stove.”

Ma beams with pride. “I appreciate that. I’ve always told Roman he can’t bring a woman home who eats like a rabbit.”

I want to warn Ma to watch what she says, but I know there’s no damn use. It’s best to just move on.

With that strategy, the rest of the evening passes by without any issues. It is really fun. Eva fits in so well with my family. My siblings all really seem to like her, and it’s not an easy feat to impress all four of them.

Ma can’t stop staring at Eva. I’m afraid of the interrogation I will likely receive tomorrow morning when she inevitably calls me and asks me to explain my relationship with Eva.

For tonight, I’m just going to enjoy bringing her back to my place and eating her for dessert.

The moment we step into my penthouse, I pin her against my door and kiss her.

I work my mouth down her neck, lost in her scent.

“Punish me,” she says on a breath.

My entire body freezes. I pull back to look at her. I need to see her face. “What did you just say to me?”

Her eyes flicker quickly as she watches me—a mix of boldness and vulnerability. “I want you to punish me the way you want to. In the way that made your eyes twinkle with delight in the conference room.”

“Eva,” I warn.

“It’s for me too,” she continues. “I want it. I want to know what it feels like to have the slap of your hand on my cheek.”

My hands twitch with need. There’s no use fighting it anymore, not with an admission like that. “Go into my room. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She disappears into my penthouse. I try to contain the excitement that courses through my veins. The need to have her is intense and slightly terrifying. I pour myself a shot of bourbon before I follow her.

The moment I step into my bedroom, it feels like I’m about to jump out of my skin with anticipation. She is sitting on my bed, waiting for me like a gift.

I’m suddenly nervous this isn’t really what she wants. “Eva, we don’t have to …”

“Tell me what to do, sir,” she purrs, each syllable laced with intention.

“Strip for me,” I command. “Slowly.”

I close the door and lean against it as I watch. She takes her time—each piece of clothing removed with delicate precision.

“Good girl.” I reach into my pants and adjust my growing cock. “Now, sit on the bed and open your legs. Show me that sweet pussy of yours.”

Her eyes move to my hand, which is still in my pants, as she sits back on the bed. She opens her legs. Her pussy is glistening, nearly dripping from her eagerness.

“Touch yourself.” I nearly choke on my words, my throat tight with anticipation.

The moment her fingers touch her clit my legs take me to her. I need a better view. I stop a foot or two before her, watching as her fingers circle her clit faster, her mouth hanging open.

“That’s it. Get yourself close.”

I move my hand along my dick as I watch. I let her get close—so close that I can see her pussy start to clench.

“Stop,” I growl. “Now.”

She pulls her hand away. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly.

“You don’t get to come yet. Get on your hands and knees.”

She obeys my command, her beautiful ass in the air at the edge of the bed. I close the space between us and let my hand run up her thigh, then up to her cheek and squeeze.

“Why do you roll your eyes at me so much?”

My hand rubs soothing circles around her cheek as I wait for her response.

She looks over her shoulder. “Because you piss me off.”

I swing my hand back a foot and slam it forward, the crack of the contact echoing around us.

A soft grunt escapes her mouth. I offer her another couple of soothing rubs along her cheek, which is now slightly pink.

The evidence of what my hand just did makes my dick grow even harder. “Are you sure you want to defy me like that?” I ask.

A small smile spreads across her face. “I’ll do what I want. What are you gonna do about it?”

I slap her cheek harder this time. Hard enough that my handprint makes an immediate mark. Her moan is louder, etched with pain.

The need to fuck her is overwhelming. I rid myself of my clothes, my dick bobbing in front of me, begging to slide into the slick pussy that’s only inches away.

I grip her hips and lean down to whisper in her ear, “If you don’t stop with that attitude, maybe I should fuck it out of you.”

She wiggles her ass against me. She is always trying to one-up me. I give her ass one last slap for good measure, then slide into her before she’s finished reacting, drawing out another scream.

“That’s right, baby. I’ll overwhelm you the same way you do to me. Every damn day of my life, I’m overwhelmed by what you make me feel.”

I didn’t plan on admitting those words, but now they hang in the air between us.

Fuck. She feels good. Every time I pull out, I crave being inside of her. Deeper. Harder. Closer.

She’s not supposed to mean this much to me. It wasn’t supposed to get this far. We wanted to satisfy a craving. But this? This is fucking worship.

The way she sounds when she moans my name is enough to make me come. I should slow down. I should take it easy on her, but I don’t want to. I want to ruin her for anyone else.

God, she’s perfect. She’s mine. Even if no one can know it.

I curse and moan as I explode inside of her, unable to hold anything back. Her pussy molds around me as she screams through her release.

There is so much that hasn’t been said, neither of us willing to admit we have moved past what we agreed upon.

One thing is clear: the satisfaction I thought I would fulfill is far from scratching the surface. It’s only opened something inside of me that I didn’t know existed.