So fucking responsive.

Cassidy's POV

“Fuck the office,” Dante rasped, his voice a low growl that sent shivers racing across my skin. He lifted me onto the desk with effortless strength, as if I weighed nothing, papers fluttering to the floor like forgotten confetti. “I need you. Now.”

His hands were everywhere, possessive and demanding—sliding up under my crop top, cupping my breasts with a firmness that made my breath hitch. His thumbs circled my nipples through the thin fabric, teasing them until they hardened into tight peaks, aching for more. I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips as he pinched them just hard enough to send electric sparks shooting down my spine, straight to my core. “God, yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist, grinding against the hard bulge straining in his slacks. The friction was delicious, building that sweet pressure between my thighs.

He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through me as he broke the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed bites down my neck. He sucked hard on the sensitive skin, marking me with bruises that I knew would bloom purple and blue by morning—badges of his claim. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his breath hot against my ear.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, the words echoing the promises we’d made last night in that dingy motel room. My core throbbed with need, slick and ready for him. He didn’t hesitate, yanking my top off in one swift motion, my bra following suit, discarded somewhere on the floor. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking with a hunger that made me cry out. His tongue swirled around the bud, teeth grazing just enough to tease the line between pleasure and pain. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.

“Perfect,” he murmured against my flushed skin, switching to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Meanwhile, his hand dipped lower, deft fingers unbuttoning my jeans and slipping inside my panties. He found me wet, so incredibly wet, and circled my clit with expert pressure that had me bucking against his touch. “So fucking responsive. Dripping for me already.”

I whimpered, heat coiling tight in my belly as his fingers worked their magic. “Dante—please.” My voice was needy, desperate.

He chuckled darkly, adding one finger inside me, thrusting slow and deliberate, then a second, curling them to hit that perfect spot deep within. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, my body trembling. “Patience, princess. I want you begging for it.”

But Dante wasn’t one for endless teasing—not when the fire burned this hot between us. He dropped to his knees before me, yanking my jeans and panties down in one rough pull, spreading my thighs wide with his strong hands. His eyes devoured me, dark and stormy with raw lust. “Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.” Then his mouth was on me—his tongue flat and broad, licking a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit before sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth. His fingers pumped in rhythm, stretching and filling me as his tongue flicked and swirled.

“Oh fuck—” I gasped, my hips lifting off the desk involuntarily, but he pinned me down with one arm across my waist, holding me in place for his relentless assault. The vibration of his hum against my core sent me spiraling higher, tension building like a storm about to break. He added a third finger, the stretch exquisite and bordering on overwhelming, his tongue flicking faster, harder. “Dante—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice muffled against my slick folds, and that was all it took. I shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over me, my body convulsing as I screamed his name. He lapped up every drop, his tongue gentle now, drawing out the aftershocks until I was a trembling mess.

He rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He shed his shirt, revealing that sculpted chest—broad shoulders, defined pecs, abs rippling like they were carved from marble. I reached for his belt with hands still shaking from my release, unbuckling it and freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, hard as steel, the tip glistening with precum. “My turn,” I said, my voice husky as I stroked him from base to tip, my thumb swirling over the head.

He groaned, his head falling back, eyes closing in bliss. “Fuck, Cassidy—your hand feels like heaven. So good.”