He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot.I barely had time to squeal before he tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I bounced once, landing flat on my back, hair wild around me, breath stolen straight from my lungs.I grinned up at him, cocking a brow as I slowly, deliberately parted my legs.“Jesus,” Lorenzo groaned, standing at the edge of the bed, eyes glued to where I was still slick and dripping with him. “Look at you. You’re a fucking mess.”“Your fault,” I teased, dragging my fingers down my thigh, watching the way his jaw clenched when I brushed them over my folds. “You came inside me like a savage, remember?”His nostrils flared. “Don’t remind me.”Too late.He climbed onto the bed, crawling over me like a beast, the muscles in his arms flexing as his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. His eyes dropped again, dark and dangerous as they landed between my thighs.“Some of my cum is leaking out of you,” he growled, dipping down to press a
His mouth was on mine before I could even take a breath.Hot. Desperate. Claiming.The kind of kiss that made my toes curl and my mind dissolve into heat. Lorenzo kissed me like he needed me to breathe—like his lips had to be on mine or the world would tilt off its axis. I barely had time to gasp before his hands were already on my dress, fingers curling around the zipper.It came down in one fluid motion, cool air brushing my back as the fabric loosened and began to fall. But I didn’t care about the dress.Because he was kissing me again—deeper, harder.His tongue slid against mine, dominating the kiss, owning it. Owning me.Then he pulled back, just a little, just enough to whisper against my lips, “I’ve waited all day to do this.”His eyes burned with something dark and dangerous as his fingers slipped beneath the straps of my dress and pulled it down. Inch by inch. He peeled it away like he was unwrapping a gift he’d been starving to touch. When it pooled at my waist, he reached b
By the time the plane touched down, my body was buzzing.From the champagne.From the altitude.From him.We didn’t speak much as we got into the waiting car. Not because we didn’t have things to say, but because every look, every brush of his fingers against my thigh said everything for us. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it was loaded. Tension wrapped around us like a thick velvet ribbon, pulling tighter and tighter with every mile.The drive wasn’t long, maybe twenty minutes. But then the road curved, the trees gave way to open blue sky, and suddenly we were at a private dock where a sleek speedboat was already bobbing, engine humming low like it had been waiting just for us.“A boat?” I asked, brows raised.Lorenzo just smirked and handed me a life jacket. “Trust me.”God, that smirk should be illegal.The ride over was fast and thrilling, the salty breeze whipping through my hair, the ocean glittering around us like sapphires had been scattered across the waves. Lorenzo sto
I hadn’t even made it halfway up the stairs when I heard the sound of his footsteps behind me.Slow. Steady. Intentional.I didn’t turn.I didn’t have to.“Where do you think you’re going?” Lorenzo’s voice curled down my spine, low and dark and utterly male.I stopped on the landing, lips twitching. “Back to my room.”He took two more steps, closing the distance between us. I could feel the heat of his body behind mine, the restrained tension rolling off him like thunderclouds.“You’re not going back to your room,” he said.I raised a brow and turned halfway. “No?”“No.” His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing. “You’re coming with me.”My pulse stuttered. “Excuse me?”He leaned in, breath brushing my cheek. “Pack a bag. We’re leaving.”I blinked. “Leaving? Where are we going?”He smiled—slow, dangerous. “Have you forgotten? I promised to take you somewhere for the weekend.”My stomach flipped. That surprise trip. Right.I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “You and your stupid surprises.”But I
She parted her legs like a challenge. And I dropped to my knees like a man starved. My hands found her thighs—warm, soft, trembling—and my mouth hovered just inches from the place that haunted my every waking thought. That flimsy little scrap of lace barely covered anything, and as I peeled it down, I heard the faintest hitch in her breath. The kind of sound that made my cock throb with need. She watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted, one hand tangled in my hair before I even touched her. I kissed the inside of her thigh first. Then again, higher. I wanted her begging—but I wanted to worship her, too. Then I finally reached her center. And fuck. She was already wet. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe from bottom to top, savoring the way she trembled. My tongue circled her clit before I sucked it into my mouth, and she gasped—her body arched just slightly off the bed. “Lorenzo…” My name on her lips sounded like absolution. I kept going, tongue pressing, flicking, ta
The whiskey burned my throat, but it didn’t touch the fire already churning in my chest.I was on my third glass, eyes fixed on the front door like it held all the answers. The clock mocked me with every tick. 10:03 p.m. Then 10:47. Then 11:12.Still nothing.She hadn’t come back.And worse—she wasn’t answering my texts.I stared at the last one I sent, thumb hovering like maybe the words would morph into something more persuasive."Just let me know you’re safe. Please."Nothing.By 11:59, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood abruptly, my patience wearing thin. "Carter!" I barked, and my head of security appeared in seconds."Yes, sir?""Get me the surveillance footage from earlier. I want to see who Emily left with."He hesitated for a beat, just long enough to piss me off."Now."He nodded and left. Less than five minutes later, he returned with his tablet."Sir... she left at 9:21 p.m."He turned the screen toward me.And there it was.My heart stopped.She was walking out the gate