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I gasp into his mouth as his fingers move between my legs.

He traces me through the fabric, and I buck against him, my body demanding more.

"Are you wet for me, cara?" he murmurs against my mouth.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" I say, breathless.

"Hmm," he says against my skin, making goosebumps run across my body.

But all he does is press his fingers harder between my legs, the cursed fabric still there.

It is a sweet torture.

"Lorenzo," I pant.

"Yes, dolcezza?" he murmurs, nipping my earlobe.

"Don't be an ass," I manage.

He lets out a laugh, but he finally pulls down my leggings.

He groans when he finds that I'm not wearing any underwear either.

But now I'm naked, and he's still fully dressed.

There's something oddly sexy about it, something that makes me feel even more exposed, vulnerable.

I don't often feel vulnerable.

My former employment made it necessary for me to get pretty physically fit, so vulnerability hasn't been in the cards for me for a long time. I like being in control. Of myself, of my body, of the situation.

Right now, all of that is gone. He has stripped it all away, leaving nothing but raw desire, and I have to be honest, I don't hate it.

I love it.

His gaze roams over me, hot and intense.

"You're magnificent," he says, and I preen under the praise.

He cups my breast and rubs my nipple slowly, torturously, with his thumb, never taking his eyes off mine. It's mesmerizing, like I've been hypnotized, and I can't look away.

His other hand slides lower.

This time, there's no fabric to stop him.

I gasp when I feel his fingers move against my sensitive skin.

"Definitely wet," he murmurs.

The calloused pad of his fingers finds my clit, and I’m lost. I moan, my head falling back.

My hips rock against his hand, seeking more of the pleasure he's giving me.

"Please," I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.

I hear a whine, but it's not from him.

I blink my eyes open.