Where You Belong (The Giannelli Series - Love in Little Italy #1)

by Nicole Baker

Women are like a glass of wine. To truly appreciate them, you have to take your time, draw out the taste…the pleasure.

Dammit, I didn't want to like her. When I walked out of my office to see this beautiful woman standing in front of me, I knew I was in trouble.

The way this man talks about wine is doing more for me than porn ever could.

How do I politely ask her not to use my whole name because it makes my dick twitch in excitement?

I try to distract myself by standing up and washing my coffee mug in the sink, feeling his eyes on me the whole time.

"If you must know, I'm trying to figure out just how inappropriate my desire to have my way with you is," his cool tone states matter-of-factly. Wetness pools in my panties. Holy shit! That's so damn inappropriate to think, let alone say to me, but my body loves it. Am I equally messed up for wanting him to say more things like that to me? "What have you come up with?" I hear myself say, not sure where my confidence to reply comes from. "I think I don't give a shit if it's inappropriate anymore. I'm hanging on by a thread trying to resist you."

I'm not sure if I'm interpreting her message correctly, but from what I can tell…there's an ex-boyfriend's ass I need to kick and an orgasm I need to give.

And that you not getting off is not a you problem. That's a man's job.

"I want you out of this damn thing right away. Go take it off, and then throw it away. You don't wear another man's clothes around me," I growl out. She bites her lip and swallows. "I didn't realize it would bother you." "Well, it does. I want you to go into my closet and pick something of mine. From now on in this house, if you're cold, you wear my sweatshirt. Got it?"

"Squeeze for me. I want to see my cum drop of out of your pussy," he says. HOLY SHIT.