Page 141 of The Art of Ruin

She kisses me back just as hard, fingers dragging roughly at my tie before giving up entirely and pushing the suit jacket from my shoulders instead.

The sound of her breathing alone is enough to destroy what little composure I have left.

“Adriano,” she gasps against my mouth when my teeth scrape lightly along her lower lip.

Fuck.

My hand closes around the front of her throat instinctively, not enough pressure to hurt, just enough to hold her still while I kiss her deeper, slower for one devastating second before losing patience again.

“Do you have any idea,” I say roughly against her mouth, “how long I’ve been trying not to do this?”

Her fingers tighten against my shirt. “Yes, because I’ve been feeling the same way.”

I laugh once against her lips, low enough that her entire body shivers beneath my hands. That nearly finishes me completely. “You’re a vixen, Tesoro.”

My hand pushes the silk of her dress up and over her hips, needing more of her skin. My fingers still when I find her pussy bare and dripping. My gaze falls to her perfect pink pussy, and I can’t stifle the moan.

“You don’t have panties on?”

“The dress was too fitted. It would have ruined the line.”

I wet my lips and try to control the possessive feeling running through me. “Are you telling me that this sweet pussy has been bare all night around all those other men, Tesoro?”

Her nod is pure sin as she looks at me from under hooded eyes. “Yes.”

“Hmm. It looks like the next time we go out, I’m going to have to inspect your outfit before we leave the house to make sure it’s respectable.”

Casey lets out a throaty laugh that goes straight to my dick. “Good luck with that, Adi.”

Fuck, I love how she doesn’t let me get away with my shit. Instead of arguing with her, I stroke my fingers through her soaked core and watch as her head falls back with a light whimper.

“You like that, Tesoro?”

“Yes.”

Using the wetness of her pussy, I stroke up her slit and circle her tight bundle of nerves. Her eyes are almost black they’re so dilated. I bend and take her mouth, kissing her like it’s the air I need to breathe. My cock is leaking pre-cum in my pants as her hands grip my ass and she rubs against me needing more.

I pull away and she moans as if she’s in pain. I love how responsive she is to me.

“Do you need to come, my bad girl?”

“Please.”

I don’t think I could deny her a single thing when she begs me like that. I thrust a finger inside her tight cunt and groan at the hot, tight feel of her. I continue to pump in and out of her slowly, adding a second finger, and wondering how I’ll last inside of her. My thumb tortures her clit with slow, firm circles as she writhes her hips, chasing her climax. I could deny her, but I’m addicted to the look of pleasure on her face and desperate to watch her fall apart.

Cupping her throat, I run my palm down her chest, my thumb toying with her nipples, which are hard and peaked as I watch her climb higher and higher. Her pussy ripples around myfingers and her breathing becomes fast as she reaches her peak and crashes over.

I capture her moans with my kiss, swallowing down her cries as my dick pulses against my zipper.

By the time I manage to pull back enough to think coherently again, Casey is breathing hard against my mouth, her fingers still twisted in the front of my shirt while I try unsuccessfully to remember how the fuck restraint is supposed to work.

Her lipstick is ruined.

My tie is hanging somewhere around my neck, half undone.

And the sight of her flushed and trembling beneath my hands after coming apart for me against the wall nearly drives me to my knees.

Christ.