“No?” He turns up the setting once more.
I make a wanton moan. “Are you crazy? How long do you need to work for?”
He stifles a laugh. “I’ll just be thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes?” I shriek. “I’ll take care of it myself in those thirty minutes.”
His gaze flashes with warning, and he wraps his hand around my throat. “Don’t you dare.”
“Ten minutes,” I squeeze out.
“Fifteen.”
“Fuck. Fine.”
He drops his hand and gestures at the sofa. “You can wait there.”
“I’ll stand.”
“As you wish.”
The bastard sits down at his desk like he’s not actively torturing me, and opens his laptop. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the entire world. In the meantime, my body breaks out in a sweat. The vibrations just keep going and going, taunting me with the promise of pleasure. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and bite on the inside of my cheek. There’s a steady pulse inside my clit, needy and begging for attention.
I eye the clock on the wall. It’s been a minute? Only a minute?
If I want to do this for another fourteen, I need a distraction. Even shuffling over to the bookshelf is agonizing. I gulp down air and try to move my body in a way that doesn’t make my problem any worse than it already is.
When I make it close enough, I grab the first book I see and open to a random page.
“He thrust into her, his throbbing member as hard as a steel pipe. Desiree moaned wantonly, ‘Yes, yes, Jeremiah! Fill me with your seed.’”
“What are you reading?”
I slam the book shut. “Smut. Why do you have smut in your office library?”
“Ah, you must have found my deceased aunt’s old collection. She lived in this house for a few years. Lovely woman.”
“Sorry to spoil your memory of her, but she was a total perv.” I shove the offending text back onto the shelf. The last thing I need right now is to be a fly on the wall for Desiree and Jeremiah’s night of passion.
I grab another book, this one with a safe title—A Comprehensive History of Geopolitics—and open to chapter one.
The clock counts down at a snail’s pace. About halfway through, shivers start to cascade through my body. Drops of sweat trail down my back and soak my dress. I’m swaying, sucking down air while the pressure in my core builds and builds. I clutch my book tighter and read the same sentence over and over again. Finally, we hit the fifteen-minute mark.
Rafaele stands up, an envelope in his hand. “I just have to drop this at the mailbox.”
I toss the book aside and throw my body between him and the door. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Amusement dances in his eyes. “What’s the magic word, wife?”
“Please,” I beg. It sounds like a sob. “Please.”
He presses me against the door with his muscled body. The impact nudges the toy against a spot inside of me that makes me whimper.
“Please what?” he asks in a husky voice.
I look at him through my eyelashes. “Please make me come.”
He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear oh so gently, like he’s not the most evil man on earth. “What else?”
I swallow. Damn him. “Please fuck my ass.”
He grins. Butterflies explode inside my belly. “That’s my good girl. I’ll gladly fuck your pretty little ass.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s carrying me out of his office in his arms. I squirm in his hold, chasing that high that’s just out of reach. My body buzzes, every nerve ending at the ready, and when we finally make it to the bedroom, there isn’t a thing in the world I wouldn’t let Rafaele do to me.
He tosses me on the bed and flips me on my stomach. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I quickly slip out of my dress and obey, baring my ass to him. Slowly, he pulls on the toy.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he thrusts it in and out of me a few times. I need more, so I reach between my legs and press my fingers against my clit.
The toy disappears. Rafaele pulls my hand away and holds it firmly against my lower back.
I cry out in protest. “Why?”
“Because you’ll come when I say you can come.” There’s the sound of his belt buckle coming undone.
He snakes one arm around my thighs and pulls me toward him until my feet are hanging off the edge of the bed. A moment later, he slides his cock inside my pussy. I nearly choke at the sudden fullness. He starts thrusting and reaches around to strum my clit. I groan. Yes, finally. His fingers move in tight, perfect circles at just the right speed. The pressure inside of me expands until I’m fisting the sheets and moaning his name. He thrusts into me, going fast and deep and hard, making me writhe until my orgasm explodes through my body. I fall off the edge into the abyss, my body spasming with harsh waves of pleasure.
“Oh God,” I groan.
Before I can even catch my breath, he pulls out of my pussy and prods against my back entrance. My eyes spring open as he starts to push inside. He’s definitely bigger than the toy.
I clutch the sheet. “Holy shit.” The stretching sensation is back, and it’s a lot more intense. On the edge of barely manageable even in my post-orgasm haze. I do my best to breathe through it.
Rafaele grunts behind me. “Fuck. So tight.”
I whimper as he goes deeper.
He stills, digging his fingers into my hips in a possessive hold. “Tesoro, are you okay?”
“Fine,” I squeeze out, trying to focus on relaxing my muscles.
Rafaele drags a firm knuckle down my spine. “Is it too much?”
I press my forehead to the bed and let my head loll to the side. “Give me a few seconds.”
He moves his hands to my ass cheeks and starts to massage them. Soon I can feel the remaining tension uncoil inside of me.
“Keep going,” I tell him.
He pushes in a few more inches and groans. “That’s it. You almost got it. Fuck, you look gorgeous.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. Sweat drips down my neck. Everything feels deliciously dirty. I rise up on my palms and press back into him until my thighs meet his.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
I expect him to start moving, but he stays still. Waiting for something. “How is it, tesoro? I want you to enjoy it as much as I am.”
Warmth slides through my entire body. “I might if you start moving sometime this year.”
He chuckles, gives my ass a firm smack, and begins to thrust. I arch my back, meeting his movements with my own.
He groans. “Fuck. You take it so well, Cleo. I wish you could see it.”
I imagine his thick cock sliding in and out of my tight little hole and moan at the image. I want to see it too. A brilliant idea comes to me. I can see it.
My phone is on the nightstand, a few feet away. I shift and manage to reach far enough to grab it. “Rafe,” I moan. “Call me from your phone.”
Rafaele’s movements slow and then stop. “Fuck, okay,” he says hoarsely.