Code of Honor (Spontagio Family 1)

“I don’t know how you even managed to get them. They’ve been sold out for weeks.” She laughs, shaking her head. Her excitement is infectious. I reach for her hand and give it a light squeeze.

“I can be very resourceful when I need to be,” I murmur.

“I bet you can,” she says, her hand creeping around my neck. She pulls me toward her, her lips pressing against mine. My heart races as we kiss. The longer the moment goes on, the harder it is to break away. When we finally do, it’s only a second before I find myself needing to taste her again. I want to say fuck the performance, but I know how much she’s looking forward to it.

We arrive at Lincoln Center. Her face lights up when she sees the crowds of people waiting outside. I love seeing her happy. I pay the cab driver as I get out, and then extend my hand to Lucy. She takes it, and slides out of the cab, the smile not leaving her face.

“I can’t believe I’m here,” she mumbles. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me. I grin and kiss her back.

Inside, we find our seats and wait for the show to begin. Lucy is busy studying the program, so I take the moment to check my phone. I’m half expecting a missed call from Giovanni, but there’s nothing there. Satisfied, I put my phone away and focus on Lucy.

Not surprisingly for a performance of this caliber, the place is packed. As the curtain rises, a ballerina floats across the stage, her long arms delicately balanced above her head.

“That will be you one day,” I murmur, leaning over to whisper in her ear. She squeezes my hand and smiles, her eyes not leaving the dancer. I settle back in my chair and stare at Lucy. I’m more drawn to watching her than I am the dancing.

I can’t get over how fucking beautiful she is.

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As we walk out of the theater after the show, I pull her into my arms and tilt her head. Pressing my lips against hers, I indulge her in a slow, sensual kiss. Pulling away, she sighs. Her expression reads happiness and I know my job is done. The only way I ever want her to feel is happy

“That was”—she shakes her head—“I can’t even find the right words. Thank you, Pietro.”

“Anytime,” I murmur, pressing my lips against hers again. She grins up at me, leaning her head against my shoulder as I hail a passing cab. It slows to a stop and we slide into the back.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, my fingers trailing up her exposed thigh. She bites her lip, her eyes meeting mine. Reaching forward, she grabs a handful of my shirt and gently pulls me toward her.

“Not for food,” she whispers in my ear.

My hand moves between her thighs, edging them apart, just enough to allow me to tease her. I’m aware of the driver, who is a mere window away from us, but I’m confident I can play quietly enough not to arouse his suspicion. Or maybe I just don’t care.

My mouth finds hers. We kiss, our tongues entwining as I gently drag my fingernails over the soft fabric of her panties. She gasps and grinds her body against the movement of my hand, begging me for more.

“Patience, Luce.”

I chuckle, nibbling on her ear, my nail drawing circles against the wetness of her panties. I loop my finger inside their lacy strap, plunging inside of her.

“Oh, God,” she mumbles. She tilts her head back against the seat, parting her legs ever slightly more. I go deeper inside, loving the feel of her contracting around my finger.

“We’re nearly home,” I whisper. She whimpers as I slowly retract my finger, her eyes widening as I lift it to my lips and taste her.

“You’re such a tease,” she hisses, her eyes flashing. She’s horny as fuck and I plan to do everything to her the second we’re through that door.

I pay the driver as Lucy waits impatiently on the sidewalk. I chuckle, loving how frustrated and annoyed she is right now. As we walk inside her lobby and over to the elevator, I wonder if we should’ve gone to my place instead. I dismiss the thought as quickly as it enters my head. It’s not like we haven’t fucked in every room of her apartment. If Giovanni was going to find out about us, then the damage was already done.

In the confines of the elevator, she wraps her body around mine, willing me to touch her. I kiss her on the lips, then the nose, and then pull away.

“We don’t want to make a scene,” I say, amused, nodding at the security cameras. She pouts but behaves herself for the rest of the ride.

We reach her front door and she fumbles with the key. Finally, it swings open. I take her hand and back her inside, swinging the door closed with my foot. I don’t waste a second before pushing her up against the wall. My hands roll over her thighs, riding up her dress as I tug down her now soaked panties.

“You’re very wet,” I observe. She gasps as I slip a finger inside of her. She’s not wearing a bra, and I can see her hard nipples through the sheer fabric of her dress. She palms at the front of my pants, a hint of a smile playing on her lips when her fingers brush past my cock. “You’re surprised that I’m hard?” I chuckle.

I don’t wait for an answer. Instead I reach behind her and unzip her dress, admiring her figure as the dress pools at her feet. I run my fingers down over the curve of her body as she leans against the wall, waiting for my next move.

I unzip my pants and lower them and my boxers, kicking them hastily aside as I rip off my shirt and tie. She runs her hands over my chest and I groan. Her touch is amazing. Her gaze falls on my cock and I grin. If it were any harder it would snap in two.

Hoisting her onto my hips, I drive myself inside her, the feel of her against my naked cock incredible. She gasps, rocking her hips against me, milking my erection.