Page 154 of Pietro

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his free hand moving to his belt.

The metallic clink of the buckle makes my pulse race. I watch as he unfastens his pants, never breaking eye contact.

His thumb withdraws from my mouth with a soft pop. Both his hands move to frame my face, tilting my head back further.

"You want this?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Say it properly."

"I want to suck your dick, Pietro."

His eyes flash with approval and possession. "Open."

I part my lips, and he guides himself to my mouth. The weight of him on my tongue makes me moan. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks.

His fingers thread through my hair, not pulling yet. Just holding. Controlling.

"Look at me," he commands.

I do. His jaw is tight, eyes blazing as he watches me work him with my mouth.

I take him deeper, relaxing my throat. His grip tightens in my hair.

"Fuck, Nora."

I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Pietro pulls back, his hand sliding from my hair. He reaches for the buttons of his shirt, fingers working each one slowly.

The fabric parts, revealing the expanse of his chest.

A moan escapes my throat before I can stop it.

His lips curve into that dangerous smile. "You like what you see, baby?"

"You know I do."

He shrugs the shirt off completely, letting it fall to the floor. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flex with the movement.

"Hands and knees," he says.

"Face the glass doors."

"Pietro—"

"Now, Nora."

I shift position, turning until I'm on all fours. The glass doors loom before me, reflecting our images back. Anyone stepping off the elevator would see everything.

The thought turns me on.

Pietro moves behind me. His hands slide up my thighs, bunching my pencil skirt higher. The fabric strains against the movement.

A sharp ripping sound fills the office.

"Pietro!" I gasp as cool air hits my skin. "That was expensive?—"

"I'll buy you ten more." His fingers hook into my leggings, and he tears them too. The material gives way easily under his strength, creating an opening just wide enough.