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“You say my name like a prayer. One of these days, I’ll force you onto your knees and let you worship me.”
I swallow and enjoy the attention he’s giving my needy pussy, which hasn’t felt another person’s fingers in a long time. And Corrado is skilled. Oh, so skilled, moving two fingers over my clit, but also over my entrance that’s pulsing with need. I rock with his rhythm until we start matching our movements, and the heat in my lower belly is just about to release. Yes, a little more.
I bite my lip so I don’t start panting or, worse, beg him to get me off. But he removes his hand.
Whaaaa…
He’s made me dizzy with lust, and it takes me a moment to come to and blink open my eyes.
Corrado’s already taken off his helmet and is reaching for his still-buzzing phone. He spares it a glance, then picks it up and gives me a once-over.
“Hold on,” he says to whoever is on the phone, then mutes the line that’s colored the entire screen red. “Now you know what blue balls feel like,” he says to me and squeezes his sac. “My brother’s turned on the emergency line, which means this call is important, so unless you want him to hear you making sucking noises while you’re on your knees as I chat with him, I suggest you get upstairs. And go to your room. Lock the door.”
“You wouldn’t.” Would he?
Corrado holds the phone against his ear and unzips his zipper.
I scramble up the stairs, his laughter following me all the way…home.
28
THE MORNING BEFORE
MICHELA
Iawake well-rested but disoriented. I rub my eyes, then take in the space around me, at first not recognizing the spare bedroom in Corrado’s apartment. Once I spot Gordon’s duffel on the chair in the corner across from the bed, I fluff up the pillow and hug it before turning onto my right side.
Thinking back on yesterday, I recount the interview, the marriage contract, and my mom’s events and arrive at the garage memories that make me smile. What happened after is a blur, but I think I walked straight into the room and did, in fact, lock the door that I wish Corrado had knocked down like a Viking on his way to pillage my virginity.
I cover my head. Under the comforter, I giggle like a little girl and then check the time.
Unsure when I start work, but wanting to get there early, I figure I’ll shower and get ready. But first, bathroom and coffee.
I walk into the bathroom. Since I’m still groggy because my brain’s in a fog before I drink coffee in the morning, the running water in the shower doesn’t register, and neither does the fact that the apartment has one large bathroom with access from both rooms since the room was designed as an office space and converted into a guest room.
I walk straight to the toilet partition. After closing the door, I do my business, then walk out to a nude Corrado standing in the glass shower.
Immediately, I stop, and if I thought my brain short-circuited before, now it’s a blank canvas, which doesn’t stay blank very long because Corrado’s body fills it. He’s tanned, with dark hair covering a broad chest. Thick thighs flex as my gaze touches them. I’m trying not to look between his legs, but he makes it almost impossible when he looks down at his hardening cock.
Corrado pushes open the glass door, and I jump back as he steps out, then whips the towel from the hook, almost ripping it before securing it over his middle. He marches toward me with purpose. I scoot as far back as I can. My butt hits the wall, and I start side-stepping toward my bedroom door.
Corrado’s hand shoots out and stops me. He pins me in place and, with a smirk, reaches behind me. “Forgot to lock from your side.” He twists the now-locked door so I can hear I’m trapped in here with him.
Strands of dark, wet hair fall over his eyes, and he smells fresh and inviting.
“Good morning, wife,” he says. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m using the bathroom.”
“With me?”
I gulp. “Um, it’s early. I know nothing before coffee.”
“You should’ve gotten coffee first, then.”
“I’m on my way now.”
“I don’t think so.”
