Page 90 of Stolen Touches

His lips press against mine. “Are you sore?” he whispers.

“Oh, you arenotgetting your barbarian cock anywhere near my pussy within the next twenty-four hours, at least, Salvatore.”

“What about my mouth?”

I smirk and kiss him again. “That might be a possibility.”

He rolls us until he’s on top of me again, and my eyes follow him as he moves down my body, trailing light, airy kisses along the way. When he reaches my pussy, he brushes it with the tip of his finger, then replaces that with his lips through a kiss.

Salvatore’s phone rings on the nightstand. I grab the bedsheet with my hands and moan as he sucks on my clit and slides a finger inside me. The phone keeps on ringing.

“Tore.”

“What?” he mumbles into my pussy, then resumes the pressure of his lips and tongue, his five-o’clock shadow scratching against me and turning me on even more.

“Do you want to take that? It might be important if they’re calling at eleven at night.”

“Look at the caller,” he says and squeezes my clit lightly between his lips, making me shudder.

I reach over and feel around the nightstand for the phone, grab it, and look at the screen.

“It’s Arturo.”

“Take the call and put him on speakerphone.”

I lift my head from the pillow and narrow my eyes at him, then bury my fingers into his hair and tug on it until he returns my stare. “You are not taking business calls with your face buried between my legs, Salvatore.”

“Put him on speakerphone, Milene.” He slides another finger inside me as he resumes licking my pussy.

“Unbelievable,” I mumble and hit the speakerphone button to take the call.

“Boss,” Arturo’s voice fills the room. “We have a problem.”

“Be quick,” Salvatore says between the motions of his tongue.

“Rocco killed another one of his men assigned as his wife’s bodyguard. He said the guy was flirting with her.”

“He said the same for the previous one.” Another lick. “And the one before.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what to do.”

Placing his hand on my thigh, Salvatore opens my legs wider and blows a hot breath against my wetness. I stifle a moan as my body shakes.

“Tell Alessandro I want him in my office tomorrow at nine.” Salvatore barks, removing his fingers from inside me, and moving his body upward so he can enter me with his cock. I grab his firm ass with both hands as he pushes himself in, enjoying every inch of him, as I always do.

“What about Rocco?” Arturo’s voice continues from the phone. “I can try reasoning with him, but maybe it would be for the best if—”

I groan, grab the phone, and launch it toward the other side of the room where it shatters against the wall.

Salvatore stops in midthrust. “I liked that phone.”

“No more multitasking,” I breathe, then push my tongue into his waiting mouth.

I watch Alessandro as he enters my office and comes to stand on the other side of my desk, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Are you gay?” I ask.

He blinks at me. I think this is the first time I’ve seen Alessandro Zanetti look confused.