I nibble down her neck until I reach her breasts as I continue to rock my hips into hers, noting every time her moans become higher in pitch. I latch on to her nipple through her dress, nibbling and sucking as her nails dig into my shoulders.
“I’m there, Lo. God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I rock into her harder and feel the familiar tingling at the base of my spine. I haven’t come in my pants since I was twelve. Fuck, this will be embarrassing, but I can’t stop now. She needs this, and I think I just might too.
Moments later, her teeth latch onto my shoulder as she starts to spasm. With the bite of pain, my own body jerks as I feel the moisture fill my boxers.
We each stay still for a moment, attempting to catch our breath.
“Fuck, Lo. That was... Fuck.” She giggles.
“I’m sorry, Mia. I shouldn’t have, especially not here.”
I look around and notice a couple of people in the hall, but their gazes are averted. I push my body closer, attempting to shield her from their view.
“I wanted to, Lo. It was hot.”
“I’m no better than the piece of shit who had his hands all over you out there. I took advantage of you.”
She pushes my chest as anger beams from her eyes. “You did no such thing. I didn’t want his hands on me. I wanted yours. I wanted this as much as you did.”
I nod as I look around and notice the hall has somewhat cleared out. “I should take you home.” I pull back and take off my suit jacket before wrapping it around her shoulders.
“I came with Sof and Izzy. I need to go tell them.” She goes to walk out ahead of me, but I pull her back.
“Hold on.” I take out my phone and send a text to one of my men, instructing them to bring the girls to the back entrance. “They’ll meet us at the back door, come on.”
“Seriously? What if I’m not done?” She raises her eyebrow.
I take a deep breath. “You mean you didn’t have enough? You need me to do more?”
Her face turns red, but she holds her ground. “There’s plenty more we could do, Lo.”
The way she licks her lips conjures up a myriad of thoughts in my head. Fuck if I don’t want to take her right here right now, but it’s not the place nor the time.
What are you thinking, Lo? You can’t take her anywhere at any time.
I shake my head and grab her arm. “Later, we need to get you home.”
“Such a fucking bully. I don’t regret what we did, Lo. Neither should you.”
Tell it to my conscience.
I grunt as I pull her toward the back entrance. Moments later, Matteo shows up with Sofia and Isabel.
“Time to go home, girls. Can you take Sofia home, Matteo?”
“Yes, sir.”
Matteo’s a good soldier. Always willing to follow a command no matter what. Even though feelings of anger at him yesterday overcame me, I still have to respect him—especially when he sought me out earlier to discuss last night’s events. I feel better knowing his interest in Mia is purely platonic. Honestly, Matteo’s become closer to me than any other another man who works for us, he’s become a friend. Even though he refuses to call me Lo.
“I will get these two ladies home safely. Text me when Sofia is home.”
“You can’t order us around, Lorenzo.” The way Isabel says my name doesn’t hide her contempt for me.
If only you knew what I did to your best friend.
She hasn’t been a fan of mine from the beginning. She isn’t wrong about me though. I wish I knew how to leave Mia alone. Then this would be a nonissue. Instead, I’m a masochist. I torture myself by constantly subjecting myself to this angel of a woman who gives me devilish thoughts.
