Burning Sensation

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Isabella fucking Vinci has me wrapped under her little pinky.

I know that much from how often my mind trails off thinking about her, her body, her pretty little pussy.

I groan, dropping my head in my hands. I can't even concentrate on work because my wife invades my thoughts.

I wasn't planning on having sex with her those two times but like the temptress she is, I gave in.

And God, was it the best sex of my life? My self control surprisingly didn't snap the moment I sinked into her tight cunt.

Fuck! Now I'm hard. I watch in amazement how my pants tighten, my cock pressing into my zipper.

I look at all the workload on my desk, different thoughts going through my mind. It wouldn't hurt to do one under my desk, right?

A knock pulls me out of my thoughts, and my dick dropped dead. Great.

Gio strolls into my office like he owns it, latte in one hand and a tablet in the other.

"Morning." he greets curtly, dropping down on the chair opposite from me, placing the coffee gently on the desk. "I have no care if it's good or not."

I give him a blank stare, my eyes darting to the latte then to his grinning face.

"Zahra got it for me," he announces with pride, taking a sip out of the coffee. "Can't lie, it's good."

I lean back on my chair, spreading my thighs apart, keeping my eyes on the grown lovesick man in front of me.

"Don't act like you're any better," Gio rolls his eyes, taking a sip out of his coffee, looking at me over the cup.

I ignore him, clearing my throat as I open a random folder.

"Does Isabella know how you like your coffee?" he taunts, seeming to take pleasure in my discomfort.

Her name made my dick twitch, making me internally groan at my inability to suppress the primal desire I have for her. This isn't healthy, hell, this isn't even right. This burning sensation I feel evoking in my chest isn't healthy—even I know that—but damn if it doesn't feel good. I'm knee deep into this strange obsession with her and I don't give two fucks if I drown in it.

I shake away the wild thoughts, tapping my pen on the open folder in front of me, ensuring my eyes don't dart to Gio's direction.

"I take it that she doesn't." he concludes and I roll my eyes.

"Because I always avoid making one when she's around." I admit defeatedly, concentrating on the task at hand. "If you're done teasing me, you can give me the report you're here for."

Gio chuckles, dropping the cup of coffee that looked ridiculously small in his hands, before picking up the tablet he brought along.

"Any news on the Wren's deal?" I ask, signing the folders on my table.