Page 96 of Thorns of Desire

“My favorite of yours,” he answered, his brows rising suggestively while my face burned.

“You… you read romance novels?”

“I do now.” I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t be surprised,amorina. I have to know what I’m competing with.”

“What are you competing with?” I breathed.

“Your imagination.” My mouth dropped. “Besides, it’s a good book. I got everyone I know to buy a copy.”

The words slowly sunk in. “Everyone you know?”

“Everyone,” he repeated, smiling rakishly. “All men need tips, even Italians, and there’s information in your books we can benefit from. Especially if I’m going to keep up with my young wife.”

That shocked the hell out of me. “You don’t need any pointers.”

“Grazie.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m a big fan of the ones that have all the green tabs.” My eyes widened as he kissed me on my lips. “I can show you what I learned.”

He watched me with a look so soft the butterflies in my stomach took flight. It was starting to happen a lot around him.

He closed the distance between us, placing a light kiss on my nose. Then he kissed me until I was out of breath, clutching to him for dear life.

“I want to know everything about you, wife,” he said softly, his lips brushing against mine. “I want to explore every inch of you so I can take care of your every need for the rest of our lives.”

My heart swelled, a heartburn-like feeling making me wonder whether this was normal.

Then he scooped me up, my ass landing on the surface of the heavy oak desk.

He fisted my hair and pulled gently, forcing me to look up at him.

“Can I show you what I learned?” he whispered hoarsely.

“Yes,” I murmured, my heart drumming with all the possibilities.

THIRTY-EIGHT

MANUEL

Not wasting any time, I pulled her shirt over her head and discarded it. Then I slid my hand over her flat stomach, pausing over her lower belly where my child was growing.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my mouth or my cock?” I rasped, my fingers slowly trailing further down her legs, pushing them under her yoga pants and parting her folds.

“Fuck me,” she breathed. “I need your cock.” Before I could spur into action, she added, “But I want you to record us.”

I wasn’t often surprised, but she managed to do so frequently.

“You want to record me fucking you, in this library?” I mused.

She whimpered. “I do. Any objections?”

“None whatsoever.”

“You got it.” She grinned, reached for her phone, quickly switched it off standby mode and turned on the camera. “Okay,” she said, spreading her legs wide. “I’m ready.”

“I can see that,” I groaned. Lust twisted in my belly as I stroked her sex, circling her slick opening. “You’re soaking wet.”

Her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing quickened.

“Open your eyes,” I demanded. I slid a finger inside her drenched pussy as I kissed her throat. She gasped into my mouth, arching her back. “Eyes on me,amorina.”