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We drive through the city, the sky an absolutely brilliant shade of blue. I take us to a small, exclusive restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The maître d’ greets me by name, leading us to a private balcony overlooking a hidden garden.
Fee’s eyes widen as she takes in the twinkling lights strung above us, the lush greenery below. “Angelo, this is beautiful.”
We order, and as we wait for our food, I find myself opening up to her in a way I rarely do with anyone.
“I used to come here with my father,” I tell her softly. “It was our special place.”
Fee reaches across the table, taking my hand. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”
As we eat, we talk about everything and nothing. Fee tells me about her dreams for Perfezione, her eyes lighting up as she describes the designs she wants to create. I find myself sharing stories from my childhood, memories I haven't revisited in years.
After dinner, instead of heading straight home, I take us for a drive along the coast. We park at a secluded spot overlooking the water, the city lights twinkling in the distance.
Fee turns to me, her eyes soft in the moonlight. “Thank you for this, Angelo. I needed it more than I realized.”
I reach out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You make me happy, Fee. I want you to know that.”
She leans into my touch, a smile playing on her lips. “You make me happy too.”
As I lean in to kiss her, I feel something shift inside me. The walls I’ve built around my heart, the ones I thought were impenetrable, are starting to crumble.
And for the first time in a long time, I’m not afraid of what that might mean.
The kiss starts tender but quickly deepens as the connection between us ignites. There’s something different tonight, something that feels like the start of something neither of us can resist.
Our kiss grows more heated, more urgent. My hands roam over her body, feeling the curves I’ve been aching to touch. Thememory of our last time in this car flashes through my mind—how she fucked me with her mouth, how I was left wanting so much more before that bastard Jonah interrupted us.
Tonight, I’m not holding back.
I slide down the strap of Fee’s dress, my lips trailing along the curve of her shoulder before moving to the swell of her breast. “Fuck, Fee,” I murmur against her skin, feeling her shiver. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this.”
She moans softly, threading her fingers through my hair, arching her back to press herself against me. “Then stop thinking,” she whispers, her voice breathless, “and take me.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. Without breaking our kiss, I maneuver us into the back seat of my Rolls-Royce, our movements hurried and desperate. The leather is cool against my skin, but the heat between us is scorching. I push her dress up around her hips, revealing the lace of her panties.
“God, Fee,” I groan, running my hand over the fabric, feeling the dampness that’s already soaked through. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
She bites her lip, her eyes dark with desire as she looks up at me. “Only for you, Angelo. Always for you.”
I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pull them down, tossing them aside. Her breath hitches as I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her hot and ready. “You’re perfect,” I tell her, my voice low and rough. “So fucking perfect.”
“Please,” she whispers, her hips bucking against my hand. “I need you inside me.”
I don’t make her wait. I free myself from my pants, my cock hard and aching. I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her for a moment before sliding inside. The tightness, the heat—it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Fee’s head falls back against the seat, a moan slipping from her lips as I fill her completely. “Oh, fuck, Angelo,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You feel so good.”
“You like that?” I growl, thrusting into her in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes her whimper. “You like how I fuck you, Fee?”
“Yes,” she cries out, her hands gripping my back as I drive deeper. “I love it. I love the way you fuck me.”
Her words spur me on, my pace quickening as I take her harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the car. The windows fog up, the scent of sex thick in the air, and all I can think about is how incredible she feels, how desperately I want to make her scream my name.
“Say it again,” I command, my voice rough with need. “Tell me how much you love this.”
“I love it,” she moans, her voice breaking with each thrust. “I love the way you fuck me, Angelo. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you come all over my cock,” I promise, my hands gripping her hips as I drive into her with relentless force. “I want to feel you come, Fee. I want to feel you squeeze me tight.”
