Page 89 of Steal My Heart

I suck Angelo’s cock harder, grabbing his balls and giving them a gentle tug.

That’s his undoing.

“Fuck, Remi!” He groans, hot spurts of cum filling my mouth.

My eyes wide with alarm, I don’t see any other option but to swallow every last drop.

“Not that I would object to more practice, but that was already perfect.” His voice is lazy as he pulls me up and into his arms. With a satiated look, Angelo goes to kiss me, but I place a finger over his lips, blocking him.

“Sleep.”

I squeal when he nips at my finger.

“There you go again, with this hidden playful side.”

“Only for you,” he murmurs, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around me.

Ugh, I knew it! Knew the man was hell bent on making me fall in love with him. The question is whether it’s still a colossal mistake, and whether I’m vulnerable enough to find out. Actually, that’s two separate questions…

“Remi?”

“Yes.”

“Stop thinking.”

I stick my tongue out at him before snuggling in close.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Angelo

There’s a soft knock, rousing me from sleep. “Boss,” Maks calls through the door.

“No rest for the weary.” Remi’s lying on her side, watching me. She runs her nails through my beard, a naughty glint in those pretty hazel eyes of hers.

“No rest for the wicked. What have you stolen now?” I muse, grabbing her hand by the wrist and bringing it to my mouth. A kiss for each of her thieving fingers.

“How could I steal anything? You’re naked?—”

“And you’re not,” I say, using my free hand to rid her of those pajama shorts and panties in one fell swoop. Working on the buttons of her pajama top, I call to Maks, “Si tratta di un’emergenza?"

“Ma mi hai detto di avvisarti quando avremo accesso al telefono di Bennett.”

“Dammi dieci minuti,” I call through the door.

Ten minutes is nowhere near what I need to pay tribute to Remi’s body, but I’ll take what I can get.

Undoing the last button, I part Remi’s top, revealing her luscious breasts. Her body arches as I duck my head and capture a pebbled nipple in my mouth.

“Mmm.” Her nails rake my scalp as I move to the other breast, lavishing it with the same devotion.

“I don’t have much time.” I kiss one nipple, then the other. “So come sit on my face.” My command surprises me; I’venevergiven a woman full control.

“What?” Remi gasps.

I roll onto my back and pat my shoulders. “Climb on.”

She chews nervously on her bottom lip. “How?”