Page 48 of Steal My Heart

“Angelo.” I whimper, my body trembling.

“Mmm. Just like that, Remi,” he murmurs, his voice thick and deep. “God, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight. I can’t wait for this greedy little pussy to strangle my cock.”

“Oh, yes.” It comes out as a soft whimper, my nails digging into the fabric of the couch. Waves of pleasure course through my body as Angelo hits the same deep spot over and over. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there’s a warning bell going off, reminding me this is a mistake. But with Angelo Calvani playing my pussy like a classical trained pianist, it’s hard to think of anything else.

Heat shoots up my spine. My thighs. My stomach. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire. My hips thrust in vain, wanting Angelo to move faster, but he keeps the same excruciatingly slow pace.

Heclickshis tongue. “I decide when you come, Remi. And if I decide I’m going to finger you all night, then that’s what will happen.” His cock feels like a steel rod beneath my pelvis. “Have you touched yourself since you came for me on my gun?”

“No,” I moan.

“Good girl. While you’re my houseguest, I will take care of this needy little pussy. No one else.”

“Yes,” I whimper, too far gone to think my answer through.

“That’s right.” His hum of approval goes straight to my clit. “Show me how pretty you look when I make you come.”

A strangled cry fills the room, and I realize that sound is coming from me. My hips buck wildly as I orgasm.

Angelo waits until my body stills, and I’m shuffled again, this time seated on his lap.

“Mmm.” A big, dreamy smile on my face, my cheek finds a comfy nesting spot against the crook of his neck. Angelo pets my hair, and I murmur, “It’s my turn for firsts.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve never been jealous of my cat before.” I snuggle in closer, bumping his hand with my head.

His chest vibrates with laughter as he resumes petting me.

“Mr. Calvani,” a voice comes through the security system phone, and I startle.

Angelo reaches across the table beside us, pressing a button. “Yes?”

“Laurie Kole is at the gate.”

Chapter Fifteen

Angelo

“I don’t know why Laurie’s here,” I start, but Remi’s already slapped my cheek, hopped off my lap, and is marching out the door.

Mentally cursing, I grab the phone. “Keep Laurie at the gate. I’ll be out there in five minutes.”

Slamming down the phone, I chase after Remi. “Wait!”

Apologizing. Begging. Chasing.

The little pickpocket has stolen my sanity.

“Stop!” I catch up with her, grabbing her by the wrist.

Steeling her spine, Remi tells me, “You’re a businessman, Angelo. Here’s the bottom line. You don’t trust me; I don’t trust you. Let’s not muddy the waters with sex. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get cleaned up. You can find me in the study after you meet with your?—”

“If you say girlfriend one more time, I will turn you over my knee in front of this entire household,” I threaten.

“Notyour girlfriend, who just so happens to show up at your weekend house.” Remi jerks out of my hold.

“It wasn’t by invitation.” I growl. “I’ve already told you, I need Laurie to get into the party.” My hands remain firmly planted by my side, so as to not rip out all my hair in frustration.