❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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P A R I S
As soon as I step inside, Luciano's gaze sweeps over me, drinking in every inch of my body before locking onto my face. The way his eyes linger on me makes my stomach do somersaults. I smirk, loving the way he can't help but look at me like that—like I'm the only thing that matters in the room.
"Sì, il nuovo contratto deve essere rivisto entro domani... non possiamo permetterci ritardi con la spedizione del vino." He says, never breaking eye contact as I place the file and the boxes of food on his desk. (Yes, the new contract needs to be reviewed by tomorrow... we can't afford any delays with the wine shipment.)
His brow arches in silent curiosity, but he doesn't stop talking. I slowly round the desk, feeling his gaze burn into me and track my every move.
"Assicurati che il fornitore sia d'accordo con i nuovi termini." Luciano continues. (Make sure the supplier agrees to the new terms.)
His eyes flicker with interest as I tap my fingers on his thigh, teasing, testing. He shifts, confused but compliant, moving his leg to make room for me. I slide into the space between his legs, perching on the edge of his desk, just inches from him.
"Sì, tutto deve essere pronto entro la prossima settimana." He speaks, his gaze moving from my eyes to the rest of me, getting darker. (Yes, everything needs to be ready by next week.)
When I spot his tie slightly crooked, I reach out without thinking, straightening it for him. He tenses up a bit but then relaxes, and I smile with satisfaction. I notice his impeccably styled hair and can't resist running my fingers through it, savoring how soft and warm his scalp feels.
Luciano immediately melts under my touch and leans toward me, tilting his head and closing his eyes as he loses himself in the sensation. I suppress a giggle, loving the look of pure contentment on his face.
I can feel the heat radiating off him as he shifts, his body inching closer until my knees are nestled against his chest. The closeness is electric, and I love how he reacts to me. I smile as I play with his hair, feeling his heartbeat speed up against my knees, which matches the flutter in my own chest.
"Dobbiamo assicurare che i numeri siano esatti," he responds, his voice low and commanding. "Non possiamo permetterci errori, capito?" (We need to make sure the numbers are accurate. We can't afford any mistakes, understood?)
He looks up at me as he speaks, a spark of something—affection, perhaps?—in his eyes. I feel his gaze sticking on me as I shift slightly closer, feeling his warmth against my legs. As Luciano finishes his conversation, I decide to tease him a little.
I stop running my fingers through his hair and slide off the desk to sit across from him. I smirk at the subtle reluctance in his eyes as he watches me move away, like he's not ready to let go. Luciano hangs up the phone with a sigh and gives me a reproachful look.
