Alessa jerked Carla’s arms behind her, behind the chairback, and tied them together.
“N-no!”
Rocco tilted his head. The floor wasn’t entirely unoccupied. If Carla’s shrills got much louder, that would be an issue. He glanced around and spotted her sneakers that she always tucked off to the side, to change into after work. Inside the sneakers he found balled-up socks.Perfect.He rolled the two socks into one larger ball, grabbed the tape dispenser off the desk and with not too much effort, he’d created a decent gag.He’d even been kind enough not to wind the tape all the way around her head like he would for most hostages.
Alessa stepped up to his side, her head tilted as she analyzed Carla’s state. “So, why did we tie her to the chair and gag her? I thought you’d haul her off or let me slit her throat.”
Somehow, Carla managed to lose more color.
Rocco turned to the side and pulled Alessa around to face him. “We’ll haul her off, and her fate will be in your hands once everything else is settled.” He skimmed his hands up her sides, rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks, then dropped his hands to her ass and tugged her tight against him. “I thought first I could help you work off some of that restless aggression.”
Carla made a muted sound almost like an exclamation.
For a split-second, Alessa gaped up at him. She rolled her lips between her teeth and let out a breath. “Right here?”
“Right here.”
“We can’t go crazy.”
“Just a little.”
Alessa dipped her fingers over his waistband and lowered her voice to a breathy whisper. “Fuck me, sir.”
Rocco growled, slammed his lips to hers, and bucked uselessly against her as their tongues slid together. She moaned into the kiss and wasted no time working on his belt, so he bunched up her shirt and let his fingers glide across her skin on their way to release her own pants. She was right that they couldn’t indulge like they had previously, and part of him felt that was a damn shame. But part of him recognized he’d lost his mind deciding to fuck her in the walk-in office of a busy fucking hotel.
He didn’t care.
Just like he didn’t care about the shit in his way when he shoved Carla’s crap off her desk to make a place for Alessa’s luscious ass. He didn’t care if it was a little awkward with their pants, and shoes, and shirts. He just needed to be as deep inside her hot pussy as possible. And from the strength in Alessa’s hand when she stroked his dick, she was wholly on-board.
In the back of his mind, he registered Carla continuing to whimper or whine around her gag. Making sounds of displeasure. Sounds of resistance. That was more than fine. That was half the fucking point. Rocco was no fool. He’d known for a while Carla wanted in his bed. And while he’d never been the kind of man to put his lover-of-choice through any rigorous tests or trials, instinct had had him steering clear of her claws. But driving home that she would never get what she’d wanted so badly?
Well, he wasn’t above that.
Alessa’s hands slid up, beneath his disheveled shirts, her nails scraping his skin, as he finally thrust inside. The kiss broke, both of them groaning, and she dropped her head back as her hips rolled forward. “Yes,yes! Right there … Fuck, so deep … it’s so good, sir!”
He anchored his hands on her hips and trailed his lips over her throat. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured against her skin. “Tell me how much you like being railed by my dick. Tell me how bad you want to come.” She’d been so wet already, he’d hardly needed to touch her.
As if he needed any other proof for how perfect she was for him.
Alessa adjusted her grip to wind her arms around his shoulders, one hand sinking into his hair. Her pussy fluttered around him, flirting, but not where he needed her quite yet. “H-harder, sir,” she panted. “Please, don’t treat me like I’m—ung—fragile!”
This fucking woman.
Rocco nipped at her earlobe and clamped both hands on her ass, driving his dick as deep as it could go and grinding hard against her pussy. He was rewarded by a full-bodied shudder and her almost strangled gasp as the orgasm teased. He kissed the skin beneath her ear and fell into a merciless thrusting pace until he felt his own release cresting. Then he angled his face over hers and growled the raw truth against her lips. “You aremine.”
He sucked her tongue into his mouth, bending over her and fucking into her hard enough to force her almost flat onto the desk. And her orgasm crashed.
Alessa cried, half shriek and half sob, into his mouth. Her nails dug into his skin and scalp and her body shook as her pussy clamped down on his dick.
The kiss broke with both of them gasping for breath. Rocco caught himself before either of them could crash onto the hard desk, holding Alessa tight to his body. To his chest. They were still joined, his dick still at half-mast, but she had been right when she’d said they couldn’t go too wild. Once would have to be enough for the time being.
Alessa twisted her fingers in his shirt and turned her head, as if she were nuzzling into him.
Once would never be enough.
Chapter eleven
The Job
