XOXO (The Calvettis of New York 3)

I glance at her toned legs before my gaze settles on the small triangle of lace between them. “My loss.”

A small bubble of laughter escapes her. “You’ll see all this again.”

“And more?” I perk both brows.

Her hands drop to the bottom of her tank top. In one fluid motion, it’s up and over her head.

My jaw must come unhinged as I stare at her ample tits. The pink nipples are tight and furled into points. Her name leaves me in a breathless rush. “Arietta.”

She leans closer, giving me a hint of that perfume she wears. “There’s more.”

Stealing a glance at her apartment door, I manage to spit out two words wrapped in a strangled groan. “Show me.”

Her hands move at a snail’s pace as she slides the lace panties down to reveal her mound. Standing before me, completely naked, I see beauty radiating through her confidence as she drops her hands to her hips.

I step toward her, wanting more, needing more of her tonight.

She takes off in a sprint down the hallway with me on her heel, my gaze transfixed on her ass and her smile whenever she glances back at me.

I catch up to her, taking her in my arms from behind.

I grind against her. My erection feels like a fucking steel rod in my pants. “Where’s your bedroom?”

She spins in my arms until she’s facing me. Her hands leap to my cheeks. A slow, deep kiss follows, melting me from the inside out.

I glide a hand down her smooth back and the curve of her ass. I hold her there. Staring into her eyes, I know I won’t walk out of this apartment tonight as the same man that walked in.

I’m losing myself to her. Every touch of her skin against mine and every time she looks into my eyes only adds another layer to what I’m feeling.

If this is the beginning of love, I want all-in.

“Turn to your left,” she whispers.

I glance in that direction to find a closed door. “That’s it?”

She pulls away from our embrace. Leaning against the doorframe, she smiles. “You can’t enter without a condom.”

I stare a slow path over her perfect body. “I don’t have one on me, but let me counter that with an offer I think you might like.”

Her smile dips into a frown. “You don’t have a condom?”

I dive a hand into one pocket of my pants and pull it out to show her my empty palm. “I didn’t know that I’d need one tonight, Arietta. I came here to sign the contract. That was all I wanted.”

“You want more now,” she states as her hand trails down her flat stomach. “Tell me about the offer.”

I lean forward and lower my voice even though we are the only two people here. “I want my mouth on you in the next thirty seconds.”

Her gaze drops as her fingers scatter a hurried path over her flesh to her core. “Here?”

There’s innocence in the slight tremor of her hand.

I reach forward and cup my hand over hers. The heat from her pussy sends a pulsing need through me. Pushing her fingers into her folds, I bite a path over her neck toward her ear. “I’m going to eat this until you beg me to stop.”

“Fuck,” escapes her lips in a hushed tone.

I stand there in the brightly lit hallway with my hand guiding hers. Her eyes close as I push harder, bringing her close to the edge again.

“On second thought, I won’t stop when you beg me to. I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill.” I plant kisses along her shoulder. “That will take a very, very long time.”

“Now?” she asks softly. “Please do it now.”

I don’t need to hear more.

Our hands part before she reaches for the door’s handle. I follow her in, slamming it shut behind us with a kick of my shoe.

Chapter 43

Arietta

Bronwyn was right. Chocolate can’t match this. Nothing can.

My eyelids flutter shut as Dominick’s tongue glides over my cleft. The long-drawn-out groan that accompanies it shoots straight to my core.

“I can’t...” I begin before everything gets lost behind a moan.

He glances up at me with his lips pressed to the top of my mound. “You can’t what?”

I can’t believe this is happening to me.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper. “In my bedroom.”

His tongue moves roughly over my folds. “Believe it. I’m here.”

He’s here, still dressed in his suit and tie while he buries his face in my pussy.

I cry out when he inches the tip of his tongue over my swollen clit.

“You taste so sweet.” He laps at me. “I could stay right here forever.”

I close my eyes against the assault of emotions that invade me. Hope, fear, pain, and something that feels too intense to describe.

His hands slide over my hips to pin me down.