11. Giovanni

I should be mourning my father and am expecting family to arrive any minute now. But Lucia standing up to me, nearly raising her voice, showing me her claws…

Cristo, if that didn’t get me hard as a fucking rock.

Now I’m sitting in my office, watching that door and pretending I’m not thinking about spreading her wide on this desk. Shit, I need to get this woman out of my head, now is not the time to be thinking with my dick.

There’s a knock on my office door and I tell whoever it is to enter, knowing it’s Lucia. I brace my elbows on the desk in front of me and watch her walk inside.

She’s wearing a black dress that hugs her sinful curves well, and those heels only make her legs look sexier. I didn’t manage to fuck that innocence out of her, though and somehow it pulls me in even more.

I swivel in my chair and unbutton my suit jacket before leaning back and patting my hand on my lap. “Over here, Micetta,” I say, watching as her eyes widen. “Sit down.”

Her cheeks take on a gorgeous tint