“Come for me,” he demands in a soft growl. “Don’t hold back.”
And I fall apart, shattered into a million pieces. A desperate, high-pitched wail steals past my lips as a wave of absolute pleasure batters my entire being. I’m shaking, so entirely overwhelmed by the orgasm. I swear I can hear the cyclic thud of my heart pounding against my ribcage.
“I –I – “ I can’t find words.
His laugh is throaty and conceited as he eases my feet onto the bed. “Shhhh…” I feel his finger against my lips. “Save your strength. I’m not done with you yet.”
A moment later, his lips graze my ankle, my thigh, my hip, my breast. And then, he’s kissing me again. “You’re so goddamned beautiful, Ellie…Sexy and soft,” he growls.
I whisper his name, hardly able to believe that I’m here, in this bed, with him.
I reach for the buckle of his belt, my shaking hands trying their best to undo it. I slide his pants and boxers off of his body, and his thick, pulsing cock lands on my stomach. I moan eagerly. I can’t wait to feel it inside.
He breaks the kiss and leans over the side of the bed. I hear the sound of the zipper on his suitcase being tugged open right before he produces a condom, brandishing it triumphantly in the air. I’m tempted to ask how he knew he’d need one tonight, but I know that his answer to that question will likely dampen the mood, so I hold my tongue.
He rolls the condom on before nudging my knees apart. I open my legs as wide as they’ll go. I want him so much.
He bites down on the tender flesh of my neck as his dick pierces into me. I cry out, my entire body rattled by the sudden jolt of pleasure. He explores my neck, my shoulders, my breasts with his mouth as he drives into me again and again. I grip the sheets as sharp, urgent sounds pour out of my mouth.
My pussy flexes and strains when he groans my name, telling me that he’s about to come, commanding that I join him. I writhe against the sheets. He grabs my waist and thrusts ferociously. My whole body seizes as the orgasm owns me and he’s right there with me, coming hard and deep.
Chapter 16
I turn off the shower and scrub my hands down my face. I stand there staring at the white subway tiles as I run my fingers through my dripping hair.
I just fucked Ellie Parker.
Shit.
I wasn’t supposed to do that – she’s a client of the firm and there’s a policy in place that explicitly forbids me from taking her to bed – but I did. And it felt
So.
Fucking.
Good.
She’s soft in all the right places. With delicious, feminine curves. And tight where I need her to be. She smells like roses and the sounds that poured out of her body had me feeling strung out.
Yes – I broke the rules by fucking her, but I don’t regret it. She was worth whatever trouble is to come my way.
I wrap a fluffy, white towel around my waist before padding towards the bathroom door. I lean against the doorframe and watch her lying in the bed.
She’s sleeping – a mess of ruffled pink and blond hair matted to her face. Mascara smudged, lips slightly parted as her naked breasts rise and fall with her even breaths.
And still, she’s angelic.
Perfect.
I’ve been with lots of women so I know perfection when I see it. And I see perfection when I look at Ellie Parker.
Her soft snores are the only sound filling the room. She looks so innocent. So peaceful. Nothing like the feisty broad who’s been challenging me, resisting me since the day I first laid my eyes on her.
I smile to myself. She’s not so sassy now, is she? Last night, I broke her. Dominated her. Fucked the sass right out of her. Now, she looks like the little seraphim I already knew was hiding beneath all her damn defenses.
And I like it.
I like her.
I don’t want to, but goddammit – I do.
I shake the thought out of my head. Slow down there, buddy. Time to put the brakes on. Fucking this fiery chick is one thing. Feeling something – anything – for her is a completely different story.
I step into the massive hotel room and the wooden floors squeal under my weight. She stirs under the covers and rolls over. Her eyes flicker open and I watch as she eases up onto her elbows and peers around the room. Her mouth forms a huge O and she slaps her palm to her forehead as the reality of what happened last night settles in.
No sweetheart – what happened between us last night wasn’t a dream. Every toe-curling minute of it was real. I feel my mouth twist into a wicked grin.
I take another step, which causes the floorboards to wail again.
Her eyes finally find me. “Mr. Moretti…” she gasps softly, her cheeks instantly turning crimson.
I can’t help but chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, pulling the light sheets tightly around her chest.
“Well after the night we shared, I assumed we’d be on a first-name basis this morning.”
She doesn’t seem to see the humor. “I need to go,” she mutters softly, stumbling out of bed, the sheets still clenched to her chest. She finds her underwear in a twisted mess on the floor. She grabs her dress from the pile on the chair where she’d tossed it at some point last night. She drops to the floor and grabs one of her shoes.
She bustles by me, making a beeline for the bathroom. I grab her softly by the wrist and she stalls. There’s so much shame on her face when she looks at me.
“Hey…” I say softly.
Her eyes start to glisten. She looks like she’s about to cry.
I brush my finger across her cheek, down to her chin.
Her words tumble into each other. “I know what you probably think about me. I’m not the kind of girl you think I am. This was stupid. I was drunk.”
I crane my neck, lowering my face to hers. “Relax…” I say softly. “Relax…Don’t overthink this.”
Her posture softens just a little as she drags her wrist across her face catching the first of her tears. “I’m not just another notch in your belt, Matteo.”
I smile softly at her. “No – you’re not.” My hand is still on her face. “Look – this was just a one-time thing. We just had a little fun. Nobody has to find out. Ever. What happens in Jersey stays in Jersey, okay?”
She looks up at me, vulnerability overflowing and I just want to taste her again. I want to fuck her until it doesn’t feel like a mistake anymore. I think she wants that, too. Her eyes settle on my lips for a long time until they drop to my chin and run down my throat to my shoulders, my chest, the trail of hairs at the V of my stomach. Then, they ricochet back up to my face and I see desire shining in her eyes.
Goddamn this fiery specimen of a woman.
My fingers slide into her hair and I pull her head towards me. I can’t help myself. I have to indulge again. It’s urgent.
My mouth covers hers. The kiss is gentle despite the scorching intensity blazing inside of me. Her lips are plush and cushiony. Her breathing seems to have stalled in her throat. Her whole body has gone rigid. I need her to relax. To breathe.
I nibble at her chin. Tickle lightly at her side.
She pushes out a soft giggle just as she exhales, tension evaporating from her body, the spent air seeping out of her lungs.
I lap playfully at the seam of her mouth, causing her lips to part. I cradle her cheeks in my hands. The bed sheet drops away from her body as her fingers go to my waist. I lick into her mouth. Slowly. Slowly. My tongue dances with hers.
My hands drop to her shoulders, holding onto her like she might slip away. Her skin is burning up under my touch.
She tugs on the towel around my waist and it falls to the floor along with the sheet. And we’re naked together. I grab her by the hips and hoist her up. Her legs wrap around me, her wetness pressing into my hardening cock.
She whimpers, her hot breath tickling the top of my lip.
I carry her to the bed, still kissing her. Can’t stop kissing her.
Why do I feel so out of control?
I’m on top of her and her hands clasp around the back of my neck. She’s hanging on as if for dear life as she gets lost in the kiss. I’m dizzy from wanting her so hard and the sounds escaping her let me know that she feels the same.
I lick her neck as I rub the palm of my hand over her mound. Her hips jerk against my fingers, her body chasing my touch.
Good girl. I’ve got her right where I want her. Soft and pliable in my hands.
She reaches down and her fingers curl around my cock. A strained sound pours out of my throat and blood rushes down there. The skin stretches, my cock getting even harder. I fight to regain control.
It’s a power struggle between us.
But she can’t win. I won’t let her. I have to show her I’m in charge of her pleasure.
My lips graze along those high cheekbones until they find the lobe of her ear. I suck until she whimpers something incomprehensible. I run my tongue along her throat, her collarbone, her chest. Her fingers coil into my hair as I suck her swollen nipple into my mouth. She writhes and moans, telling me how much she’s aching to feel me inside of her.
I lean over the side of the bed and pick up the box of condoms from the floor where I’d discarded it last night. Her fingers run eagerly up and down my arm. I can see the impatience in her eyes as I open a small, foil packet and roll the condom on.
I slide into her. And I want to roar.
She. Feels. So. Good.
She’s so wet I can hear it as I grind my hips into her. The smell of sex warms up the air. I slide all the way to the hilt, pushing as far as her body will let me go. It’s rough. It’s fast. It’s hard. And her body tells me she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Matteo. Fuck. Shit. Matteo. Yes.” she groans, shutting her eyes against the pleasure.
“Take it, Ellie. Take it,” I grunt into her ear and she whimpers again. “Take this dick in your tight little cunt.” Her pussy swallows up my cock and squeezes down on me. Oh. She’s so fucking tight.
If I don’t pull out of her, I’m going to explode right this minute. Too soon. Not yet.
I slide my cock out of her and her mouth curves into a pout. “Nooo,” she grumbles.
But then, I lower myself to the bed with a wicked smile spreading across my lips. I grab her by the thighs and tug her legs around my neck. I blow a gust of hot air over her gleaming pussy. Her loud, sharp groan fills the room. I rub my stubbly cheek across the inside of her thigh – she loves that shit. I watch, amazed, as she becomes even wetter. Her fragrance is intoxicating and I just want it on my tongue.
I pull her swollen bud between my lips and her back arches off of the mattress. “You like that?”
The question is rhetorical. The way her body responds leaves no doubt in my mind. Still, she screams. “Yes!’
I graze my teeth against her clit over and over. I lose myself in it. I could eat her forever. But she thrashes uncontrollably.
Poor thing – she’s becoming so sensitive. Her squeals are high-pitched and desperate now. It’s too much for her. I can tell. She tenses up, fighting the overwhelming pleasure. “Let go, Ellie,” I murmur into her flesh. She grunts out a protest. “Let go.” I lick at her wetness. “It’ll feel so much better if you just let go.” She’s determined to fight it. “Lose yourself in this moment. Submit to me.”
She takes a loud, ragged breath and then, she roars. A violent orgasm reverberates through her. I’d love to keep licking her but she’s pushing me away, sliding her legs shut.
I crawl back up to eye level with her and those soft gray irises are cloudy, her lids heavy as she recuperates. I kiss her because I’m greedy like that. I want more. I need more.
She tastes herself on me. Her kiss is reckless. So eager. She’s spent but she wants more.
“On your knees. I need to fuck you from behind,” I mutter against her lips and she complies without hesitation. I get behind her and grab a hold of her slim waist. I shudder as my cock sinks into her. She’s warm and tight.
“Fuck me, Matteo,” she purrs glancing back over her shoulder to look at me.
Damn this woman – so fucking sexy.
I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her face to me. My tongue steals past her lips and I fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. It’s only a matter of moments till we hit the peak together.
We’re loud and reckless and absorbed in the moment as we climax together.
I drop onto my back on top of the damp sheets, struggling to catch my breath. She’s next to me on her stomach, face buried in a pillow as she recovers. We’re in too much ecstatic shock to even speak.
An eternity later, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and amble into the bathroom. I turn on the tap and splash cold water on my face.
This woman and her insatiable pussy are conspiring to destroy me.
I distantly register the chime of my phone in the bedroom but I still need a few moments to gather myself.
By the time I stumble out of the bathroom, Ellie is fully dressed. She tosses my phone to me and I catch it in midair. “I’m gonna go up to my room,” she says. “I need to shower.”
I nod at her as she walks out of the room. Something changed in her disposition while I was in the bathroom.
My phone dings again, pulling me back to the present. It’s another text message from Catalina.
Call when u have a minute. Ur daughter misses u.
Chapter 17
An authoritative knock draws my attention towards the entrance to my office.
“Yes?” I grumble. I’m not in the mood for interruptions. I’ve been distracted lately and my work has seriously begun to pile up.
My interest in Ellie Parker is clearly bad for business.
Her sweet moans echo in my head every time I try to clear my mind and focus on my ever-growing to-do list. I’ve only just been able to rein in my thoughts and start getting a bit of work done this morning.
My father pushes the door open and ambles his way in, his gait still noticeably marked by the stroke he suffered last year.
“Dad,” I say surprised to see him. I quickly rise to my feet.
He waves me away, motioning for me to sit. “Hello, son.”
“What are you doing here?” That’s a question I never thought I’d ask my father. For over 30 years, he practically lived at this law firm. It was his everything. He and his partners Wallace Cartwright and James Stevenson built this firm on nothing but vision and stubborn determination. They turned it into a force within New York City’s legal services industry. Now, we have offices in six different cities and a total of over 400 attorneys on staff.
I’m thoroughly impressed by what my father, a second-generation American and the first person in his family to attend college, has been able to accomplish. I only hope that I can one day look back on my life’s work and be satisfied that I achieved half of what my father has.
Dad lowers himself into a chair opposite my desk. “Michael has informed you of his intention to enter the race for state senate?”
“Yes, he mentioned it.”
My father nods solemnly, his expression grave. “He wants you to assume his position as managing partner of the firm.”
“I know,” I say cautiously. I don’t want to appear overly eager. Although it’s a position that comes with lots of responsibility, I don’t mind taking it on. It would be an honor to sit at the helm of the business that my father spent his life building, but I hadn’t expected it all to happen so soon or so easily, for that matter. Michael only assumed the role of managing partner last year. So far, he’s done an excellent job shepherding the firm, I’ve got to admit.
My father lowers his tone and leans in close to my desk, almost like he feels someone might be listening. “Matteo – it’s important that you’re up for the task. This firm has always been managed by a Moretti, and I’d like to keep it that way. But this is no longer a family business. We’ve grown tremendously over the years and if you want to be managing partne
r, you have to prove that you’re the man for the job. I’ve heard rumblings that Cartwright is considering nominating his son, Liam, for the position –”
I burst out laughing. “As if the other partners would vote in Liam.” I respect Liam considerably; he’s a war veteran and an excellent attorney but he isn’t exactly a ‘people person’. He suffers from serious PTSD and on his brief visit here from our Texas office, he spent his time cooped up in a secluded office on the firm’s abandoned 11th floor. He doesn’t have what it takes to lead this firm.
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