I reached for him.
He gritted his teeth. “Any other time I would die happy to let you touch me, any other time I’d think I wasn’t doing my job if you weren’t screaming out my name, but your guy, the one you’re about to dump, the one I’ve been itching to punch, is two rooms down.”
“Meaning?” I stole more words from his mouth with my kisses. He let me. His tongue plunged inside making me see stars, the way he kissed wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced. Every flick of his tongue sent me further and further into darkness I never wanted to wake up from.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, El.” His lips found mine again, two more times, and then he was sitting me on the freezing desk. “Just… you know what? I don’t even care, scream all you want, yell my name, make sure he knows you’re mine and that nobody deserves you.”
“I don’t want to be deserved,” I confessed. “I just want to be yours.”
We locked eyes, and then he was lifting me to the edge of the desk and I was trying to figure out how I didn’t realize how much the guy had been packing.
He surged forward invading me so hard and fast that I shrieked and then sucked in a much needed breath.
“Okay?” He stilled. “Because I’m trying not to split you in half, I swear—”
“More.” I gripped his elbows and slid onto him more forcefully as he lifted one of my legs and angled inside. I gripped his shirt like a lifeline, pulling him harder and harder against me until I couldn’t breathe, until all I felt were his thrusts and my own body pulsing around his length.
“Shit, El.” Dante braced his left hand against the table and kissed me again, lips slid, tongues tangled in an effort to feel more, to go deeper, to get more out of this small moment.
A blast of heat hit me, my thighs clenched around him.
“El,” he said my name reverently. “I’m here, just let go.”
I’d never let go.
Had no idea what it felt like.
And had no idea it could be like this.
“Then it’s over,” I said with an anguished voice. “This can’t be over.”
“Look at me,” Dante demanded.
Our eyes met.
“It’s not over — because it’s just beginning.”
“Promise me.” I clenched harder.
He cupped my chin, and kissed me softly on the lips before whispering in my ear. “I swear.”
It was all I needed to hear, to find my release to give my body completely over to both monster and man.
He surged forward as the desk slammed against the wall behind us, his kiss was rough, possessive as he climaxed, his breathing still ragged.
“I have an idea.” Voice rough, he pushed the hair out of my face. “We should stay here forever. On this desk, have people send food. That sort of thing.”
I laughed a real laugh and kissed him again, just because I could. “If only, huh?”
“If only,” he repeated with one last brush of his lips against my cheek.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Dante
I LICKED MY lips, tasting her there, craving more.
I pulled up my pants.
She tugged down her skirt.
And I kissed her again like a greedy bastard.
She let me, hooking her legs around me yet again.
“Shit.” Our foreheads knocked together softly. “At this rate we’ll never get back to dinner.”
“You think they’ll know?” she asked in a small voice. I eyed her mussed hair, swollen lips, and fuck-me gaze.
I looked away. “Not at all.”
She smacked me on the arm. “You didn’t look at me.”
“Because I’m lying.” I cupped her face and gave her one more kiss, sucking her bottom lip so hard that it made a popping noise before I pulled away. “Just… act normal.”
“Normal.” She chewed that same bottom lip.
I groaned and ran my hands over my head and face. “I’ll go first.”
She gave me a jerky nod.
I quickly left the room and shut the door behind me, then took my time walking down the hall, arrogant as fuck because my dick was still pulsing with the aftershock of being inside her.
The kitchen was loud as usual.
But the minute I took my seat.
Silence enveloped me.
I reached for my water and locked eyes with Chris. A smug expression crossed my face before I could stop myself. My entire body was gloating from the way I could feel my muscles straining against my clothes, my lips swollen from her kisses, my hair mussed from her hands. My shirt wrinkled from her constant tugging.
Eat your heart out, Chris. Mine.
“So,” Chase spoke first. “You just skipped dinner and went straight for dessert huh?”
He winced, someone must have kicked him under the table.
I shrugged. “What can I say? You know I have a sweet tooth.”
“Man loves his cookies.” Chase nodded.
“Nothing better than a soft, warm,” I grinned at Chris. “Cookie.”
His eyes narrowed.
El walked swiftly back into the room, her hands were fidgety as she patted down her hair and took her seat next to Chris.
The best part? She didn’t look like she’d just been screwed against a desk — she looked like she’d just been loved.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were a cherry red, and her eyes, they kept darting over to me even though I could tell she was trying not to look at me.
“What about you?” Chris turned to her. “You eat desert too?”
Everyone watched, with rapt attention.
“Dante buys her cookies,” Chase said cheerfully. “So she probably licked some of his — wouldn’t be the first time.”
I jabbed him hard in the ribs.
Chris shoved his chair back and eyed Nixon. “A word?”
Nixon glared at me before nodding at Chris, they left, the door to Nixon’s study slammed shut.
And utter chaos ensued.
“HOLY SHIT!” Chase tossed his napkin on the table. “We could hear you! Nixon said he left the TV on, but c’mon man! No TV makes that kinda noise unless it’s two a.m. on Starz!”
El covered her face with her hands.
Tex clapped slowly. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” He lifted his glass in my direction while Phoenix and Sergio exchanged money.
“Wait!” I stood and pointed. “What the hell! You guys took bets?”
Phoenix didn’t even look guilty. “Entertaining as hell watching you try to do the noble thing.”
“One word,” Sergio put his arm around Val who refused to make eye contact with me, for obvious reasons. “Mafia.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked the table.
“It means,” Chase chuckled. “That sometimes our moral compass is a bit… skewed, I was almost afraid yours was broken, what guy would walk away from that.”
“Stare at her like that again and I fight you,” I growled.
Chase held up his hands. “I rest my case.”
“Bastards all of you,” I grumbled.
And then Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and slid it toward Phoenix too.
“You too?” I roared. “Frank, man that’s low, was anyone on my side?”
Blank stares.
I think El wanted to crawl under the table and hide by the time Nixon and Chris returned.