Page 104 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

Emma shook her head.

“Every night,” he told her.

“Love your mouth, Cal.”

It made her feel dirty.

But his words proved how bad he wanted her, too.

Calisto chuckled, pulling away from her. “I promiseyou’re going to love it a whole lot more.”

Emma didn’t question why. She let him pull her awayfrom the elevator, kicking her discarded panties off her ankles as she went.Calisto’s hand met her lower back, and guided her across the room. Her handsmet the cool, smooth bar that was attached to every window at waist-height.

“Bend over,” she heard him growl.

Emma did what he wanted, no questions asked. Sheshuddered when Calisto pushed the skirt of her dress up over her backside.Without her panties, her pussy and ass were on display for him. She sighed,loving the feel of his calloused hands as he stroked her ass and lower backwith a softer touch than she expected.

Then she heard his belt buckle rattle.

Emma glanced over her shoulder, but Calisto grabbedher chin and turned her head back to the window.

“Watch the people,” he said.

Her breath caught in her throat when she heard hisknees hit the floor. The moment his mouth met her pussy, Emma let out a shout.She instantly tried to muffle the noise into the crook of her arm.

Calisto stopped.

Emma whined.

“I want to hear you—no one else can,” he murmured.

Jesus Christ.

She always had to be quiet.

Their stolen moments made it that way.

“Scream for me, Emmy. I need to hear how much you wantthis. Do you understand that?”

Emma nodded, sucking in a quick breath.

It was all she got before she couldn’t breathe at all.

Calisto spread the cheeks of her ass, and then hismouth was on her sex again. Rough, fast strokes of his tongue dove between herfolds and straight into her clenching pussy. She could feel his thumb draggingcircles around her clit as he lapped at her slit, taking in her arousal while heate at her like he was fucking starved.

He was hungry.

She had suddenly become his meal.

Emma shook from the heels on her feet all the way upto her shoulders. The hard strikes of his tongue into her pussy as his thumbtoyed with her clit and his fingers dug into her inner thigh were too much.

She was going to come.

Soon.

Her broken cries echoed into the office. She took abit of comfort in knowing the noise from the music and people down belowswallowed her sounds.

“Oh, my God,” Emma cried. “Calisto … Jesus, don’tstop.”