“Please.” I whisper the word, not even knowing what I’m asking for.
He answers by sliding the shirt up over my head. It’s off and I’m bare to him. Apprehension fills me, then dies away at finding his eyes are full of awe. “Exquisite,” he mutters as a fingertip traces over my nipple, so tight and hard it hurts.
I shiver for an entirely different reason. Dante Sabatini called me exquisite; well, my breasts, but they’re attached to me. The man who has fucked actresses, lingerie models both plastic and natural, thinks I’m exquisite. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind he means it. A shiver goes through me at what it means to him, to me. His touch is gentle as he cups the weight of my breast in his large hand.
He lowers his head, and wet velvet tastes me, sending electricity over every inch of my skin. Then his mouth closes over my nipple, sucking deep as his tongue teases again and again. Holy fuck, I had no idea my breasts were so sensitive. Dante sucks harder with fierce pressure, dropping me into a maelstrom of need. It’s too much yet not nearly enough. Suddenly, his mouth is gone and I’m in agony until his mouth is on my other breast. Oh god, oh god, teasing, licking, gentle suction once, twice, deeper, yes, more. He’s driving me out of my mind and closer to the edge. I can’t believe it. This time when his mouth lets me go, I scream. Mindless, needy, I’m begging for more. Oh yes, he’s back at my other breast.
More teasing, no, please, I need, oh yes, sonofabitch that hurt. Please do it again. Harder, please, please suck harder. Oh my fucking god, I’m coming. My orgasm wracks my body with a fine shudder through every inch of me. I’m floating, warm, wet as I tremble with aftershocks.
My hair is brushed away from my face and I open my eyes to find Dante smiling down on me. I press my hand to his cheek; this isn’t a dream. “Thank you.”
He captures my hand, kissing my palm. “You’re welcome. I love watching you.”
“I want to touch you now.” Even before I finish he’s shaking his head. “Damn it, this isn’t fair. Dante.’
“Who said anything about me being fair? I told you, have some patience. I promise when the time comes you’ll get everything you want and more. Come on, time to get you to bed.”
“I hate you.” I spit the words at him with venom. Hating the way I need his help to move, my body still weak from the orgasm he gave me. By the time we’re out in the hall I’m on my own two feet again. I give him a shove then stomp into the condo, slamming the door with all the resentment running through me. Asshole.
***
Dante
The reverberation from the slamming door echoes around me. Fuck. One step forward, two back. Tonight was perfect, but this wasn’t the ending I had planned. Back in my place, I clean up after us. Her shirt is on the couch. I take it with me into my room, and like a pervert I hold it to my nose, inhaling her scent. All the better to torture myself with, as if I haven’t already been through enough tonight.
I wanted her to touch me. I simply didn’t trust myself not to fuck the both of us into oblivion. I’m doing better with my control, keeping myself leashed tighter, as it enables me to take my time and give Bethany more pleasure. But even the fact I came in my damn jeans watching Bethany orgasm didn’t mean I wasn’t seconds away from losing it.
11
Dante
I’m wrapping up the details of the trust, ready to meet with the lawyer after lunch when Che knocks on my door. “Got a minute?”
“Yeah, just wrapping the trust stuff up. Are you coming when I meet them after lunch?”
“No, you handle it. I’m glad it’s all coming together. I was talking with Alicia. She’s not happy at the idea of Bethany going to Madrid by herself. At the same time, Alicia can’t go. I don’t want her out of the country for a week with her pregnant, hell even if she weren’t pregnant. I’m also not trying to piss off my pregnant wife. What do you think about going with Bethany?”
A week in Madrid with Bethany my only focus? Hell yeah. I nod. “Yeah, sounds good to me. I’ll take care of it.”
“If the lawyers like what they see today and it’s good to go, then take Friday off. You earned it.”
“I’m not going to say no.”
“Good, it’s been a few years since you went to Madrid. Any plans?”
I shrug. I’m not telling him most of our time will be spent in bed. “A few.”
The second the door closes behind him, I’m snatching up my phone. Normally I would pick the most expensive hotel. Bethany couldn’t give a shit. I know the perfect hotel, at least it’s a five star. It’s also over a hundred years old, with the historic architecture that will have Bethany sighing in happiness. I book it for Friday through Sunday and make sure it’s stocked with plenty of champagne and chocolate. While I’m on the phone I send an email to Gretchen to get the flight in order for Friday at ten, I figure it’s the earliest Bethany will accept.
With all the plans settled I make my last call, this one to Alicia. “Hi, Dante. I talked to Cesare. I’m glad you’re willing to go with Bethany to Madrid, thank you. I’m also going to thank you for being the one to tell her. I’m not sure if she’ll be happy or pissed at not going alone.”
I was thinking the exact same thing. “It will be all my pleasure.”
“No doubt, by the time you’re done she’ll be ecstatic.”
“Are you going to be able to get Bethany out to buy some clothes? I want to show her the best of Madrid. I don’t want her feeling outshone by anyone.”
“We already have plans for today with Lydia. She needs professional clothes for work. I’ll make sure to add some dresses.”