Page 163 of The Art of Ruin

Softly at first.

Slow enough to feel intimate rather than heated.

But the second my fingers slide instinctively into his hair, the entire thing deepens immediately.

By the time we finally pull apart, I’m breathless and very aware Celeste is pretending not to watch us with visible amusement.

“I liked you both better when you were concentrating,” she informs us dryly.

I laugh helplessly while Adriano looks entirely unapologetic.

An hour later, we leave with two finished pieces.

Mine is a delicate and imperfect bracelet and probably slightly uneven.

His is a significantly cleaner necklace that’s technically a lot better.

But when I glance over in the car afterward, I realize he’s already wearing the leather bracelet we made to get started around his wrist beneath the cuff of his coat.

Something warm and helpless blooms through my chest because it’s the one I made for him. “You actually put it on.”

His eyes flick briefly toward me. “You made it for me.”

Like that alone makes it obvious.

Like there was never another possibility.

God help me.

I’m falling completely in love with this man.

The second we get home, I let my coat fall from my shoulders and kick off my boots. Letty is at a sleepover with Nico and Izzy, so I don’t worry about being appropriate.

“What are you doing, Tesoro?”

I wiggle my jeans down my hips and toss my sweater over my head, leaving me in just a bra and lace panties as I sashay into the living room. Adi stalks me like a man possessed.

I turn around and drop to my knees. “Thanking you for my date tonight.”

His pupils are blown wide as he approaches me slowly. “Is that so?”

He stops in front of me, the cold from his outdoor coat cooling my heated skin. I reach for him and he watches intently as I unbuckle his belt and ease his zipper down. His cock is already hard in his pants as I wrap my hand around his length.

Adriano has a perfect cock. Long, thick, and slightly curved. I pump his shaft and a hiss falls from his lips as he gently grips my hair and holds it back from my face. A bead of precum falls from the tip and I catch it with my tongue as it rolls down the angry length.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

His taste on my tongue sends a flood of heat to my pussy as my empty core pulses. Wrapping my mouth around the head, I suck him down slowly, using the flat of my tongue to drive him wild.

“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you? Acting all sweet and innocent, when in fact you’re my dirty girl.”

I moan, taking more of him in, his words making arousal soak my panties. I hollow my cheeks, taking him until he hits the back of my throat, and pull back until I’m sucking gently on the tip.

“Fuck. You’re so good at that, Tesoro.”

I do it again, alternating between deep sucks and slow licks. His hips pump as he grips my hair harder now, his control losing its leash.

“Show me your perfect tits, Tesoro?”