Cos opened the door to the first floor, putting on his phone light. “I’m surprised my phone works. Thought for sure I’d killed it.”
We made our way through the barrel room and headed upstairs. “I can’t believe you had your phone with you.”
“You didn’t?”
“No,” I said. “Haven’t had it all day. I left it at home.”
Cos stopped just as we entered the empty tasting room. “Come to think of it, I didn’t see you with it. You seriously left it behind all day?”
“I did. I figured if you could take the whole day off, I could live in the present a little bit. Not,” I added quickly, “that I think I’m on my phone a lot.” I followed him down the hall, toward his office. “We’re getting everything soaked.”
“I couldn’t care less.” He opened his office door. “I’ll be right back.”
I’d been in here enough to know the layout. Clicking on the lamp, the storm having made his office pitch black, I made my way to the windows and lifted one of them.
I loved the sound of falling rain.
“Towels,” Cos said. He tossed one to me, turned, and locked the door.
I probably didn’t need it, however. In less than three seconds flat, I was already in Cosimo’s arms. This kiss was different from the one in the vineyard. That one had been frantic and needy. This one was pure seduction.
With no shirt and having discarded his flip-flops, the only thing Cos wore was his bathing suit. The only thing I wore, as Cos stopped kissing me long enough to lift a soaking wet cover-up over my head, was an equally wet bikini. Even that didn’t last long. As his mouth moved over mine, Cos groaned and deftly untied the bikini straps tied around my neck. When both breasts sprang free, he took full advantage.
As he kissed a trail first to one, taking the nipple between his teeth, and then the other, my fingers moved through the strands of his thick black hair. I held on, encouraging Cos, until the need for him to be inside me had me holding on maybe a tad too tight.
To ensure it wouldn’t be much longer, I slipped my own hand into his suit, not surprised at all that he was thick and extremely hard. Stroking him, I was relieved when Cos finally broke free, reached into his back pocket, dropped his suit and then placed a foil wrapper between his teeth, never taking his eyes from me.
The soft glow of the lamp and steady pounding of rain made it all seem very surreal. Was I really about to have sex with my boss? In his office?
“Where did you get that?” I asked, knowing he didn’t have it a few minutes ago.
“More importantly, why are you still wearing a bathing suit?”
As Cos tossed aside the wrapper, I tore off my bikini top, which was already, conveniently, untied. And then, lowering my bikini bottoms, I watched him roll the condom onto his extremely large cock. The whole time, he watched me as he had earlier on the boat. But this time, he didn’t hide the desire that I’d been longing to see in his eyes for weeks.
Backing me up to his desk, he did the one thing that ensured I would never, ever look at this room the same again. As if we were in a damn movie, he cleared a pile of legal pads off his desk with one sweep of his arm. They went crashing to the ground as he easily lifted me onto the desk.
And just like that, Cosimo Grado was fingering me, testing and teasing. Satisfied, he reached behind my head, held my neck in place, and then slowly inched himself inside. Spreading my legs wide, he kissed me.
And began to move.
This was it. This was where I would die. Right here, on this very desk.
“Fuck, Brooke,” he murmured. “You are so unbelievably sexy.”
Not gonna lie. I liked hearing those words from his mouth. I liked pretty much anything that came from his mouth, apparently. Because even before Cos pressed his thumb into me, I was seconds away from coming. Already.
Which was insane.
It usually took an act of God, a vibrator, or both, with Evan. Maybe it was the way Cosimo’s tongue timed perfectly to the rhythm of his movements. Maybe it was because I sat on his desk, imagining what everyone would say if they knew. Maybe it was because Cos was so much more than I’d expected him to be and continued to surprise me every day.
All I knew was that I could not hold on much longer.
“I’m going to come,” I said, just before my buttocks clenched against his hardwood desk. My legs began to shake. I held on for dear life as Cosimo pumped into me harder and faster than ever. As a heat wave washed from my head down to my toes, I gave in to the most intense release of my life, barely registering his own roar of pleasure.
To cap it all off, instead of pulling out immediately, Cosimo pressed closer. After kissing my forehead, he engulfed me in his arms. I could hear the erratic beating of his heart as he continued to hold me against him.
Which was when I knew with one hundred perfect certainty.