“Fuck, mi amore. You’re really something else.”
“Fuck me, Dom. I want you to fill me up.”
“Oh, is that so?”
She nods, peeking at me over her shoulder. “I want you to feel your cum dripping down my legs.” Arin wiggles her ass against me. “Please,signore. Fuck me and make me yours.”
My cock throbs at her filthy words. “Dear God, you’re going to kill me.”
“Maybe later,” she teases. “For keeping me waiting.”
“Consider my lesson learned.”
Arin whines as she backs up into me. “Hurry up already.”
I’m barely hanging on as it is, so I’m quick to circle an arm around her waist. I push her legs apart with my knees and sink deep and slowly into her delicious wet heat. Her pussy grips me tight, clenching around me as she moans against my pillow. My chest is pressed flush against her back, not an inch of space wasted.
We’re a tangle of arms and legs, moving together in pursuit of heated pleasure. It’s wonderfully rough and sinfully sweet, hard thrusts punctuated by tender kisses.
“So nice and tight,” I growl against her ear. “Fuck, mi amore. Jesus Christ, I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
“D-Dominic—”
“Don’t hold back, Arin. Give me everything. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
The way she shatters around me makes me want to put her back together all over again. The sounds of her languid moans and breathy whimpers are music to my ears. My own climax hits me just as hard, an explosive heat bursting inside me as I empty into her.
As I scoop Arin up in my arms and hold her close, a sudden realization dawns on me. It isn’t a tangible thing, but a feeling. Her importance in my life is too great to put into words.
She is everything—everything.
If I have to work myself to the bone to make her happy, let it be so.
Chapter 32
Arin
Much to my disappointment, Dominic is already gone by the time I wake up. Last night had been an absolute pleasure, but I feel a little lonely now that he’s gone. I can’t tell if I’m being selfish for wanting him to be around more, but apart from dragging him out of his office and forcing him to take a day off, there’s really nothing I can do.
He gets up before I do in the mornings and doesn’t arrive until I’ve gone to sleep. Entire days pass where I don’t get to see him. And if I do, it’s in passing or in some peripheral way, like spotting his shoes at the door and his jacket slung over the back of the couch. Sometimes the only way to know Dominic still even lives here is the scent of his cologne lingering in the air.
It’s such a terrible feeling—living under one roof while feeling like complete strangers.
But the only thing I can really do right now is throw myself into my work.
September rolls around, bringing with it milder weather and more frequent rainstorms. Local businesses are already breaking out the pumpkin-spiced lattes and fall color palettes even though we’re still a ways away from October. I actually really enjoy the autumn months because it means I can start wearing my turtlenecks and knit sweaters, as well as dress Felicia in those cute yellow Wellington boots to keep her feet dry.
The first Friday of the month is one I’ve been looking forward to for a very long time. Today’s the day that Miriam takes me to see the venue she’s chosen to set up for my fashion show. It’s a momentous occasion, so I decide to bring Lana and Felicia along to see how everything’s coming together.
My little girl skips out onto the runway, marveling at all the bright lights suspended overhead. “Mommy, look!”
“I see you, sweetie. Be careful not to fall off the edge.”
Beside me, Lana whistles. “Damn, babe. This is really freaking cool! How many guests did you say are coming?”
“Roughly three hundred,” Miriam says, checking her iPad for notes. “It’s a jam-packed show. My team’s been working really hard to drum up hype.Marinais getting a lot of traction on Instagram, specifically.”
“Is there a reason you made the place look like a train station?” my best friend asks, glancing at the grey runway. The edges are marked off in yellow, just like the edge of a subway platform.