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“Don’t worry, dolcezza. He was just a boy. I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.”
He’s rough and demanding, proof that he wants not just my mouth, but the very air I’m trying to breathe. It’s all-consuming and wonderfully dizzying.
It’s time to grow the hell up and take charge of my life. No man is going to take advantage of me ever again.
“Do you make a habit of sassing your customers?” “No, just you.”
The corner of his mouth pulls up into the smallest of amused grins. “I feel so special.”
Who knew having one’s measurements taken could be so… erotically charged?
“Would you mind relaxing?” she asks gently. “There’s no need to be nervous.” “I’m not nervous.” “Then why are you clenching?” Elio, who’s parked himself in a plastic fold-out chair near the front of the shop, cackles. “He just wants to show off his buns of steel,” he teases.
“Spread your legs,” she tells me. I damn near choke. “Excuse me?” Arin laughs softly, glancing up at me through her long lashes. “Don’t get so excited. I need to measure your inseam.”
She starts at my heel and slides her hand up the inside of my leg, inching closer and closer until her hand just grazes the tent of my pants. Her breath hitches. She’s about to pull away. “Oh, I’m sorry, I—” My hand shoots down to keep her fingers pressed there. Our eyes lock. I’m a goner the second I see her cheeks turn red and feel her give my cock the gentlest of squeezes. Fuck being a gentleman. When it comes to her, I’m a damn scoundrel. “Elio,” I snap. “Out.”
“Tell me you want this,” I growl. “Because if you don’t—” “I want this,” she interrupts.
The taste of his skin on my tongue, the smell of his earthy cologne in my nose, the sound of his deep growl reverberating in my ear.
“She’s your daughter,” I say as calmly as possible. “How old is she?” A part of me already knows the answer. Arin sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. “Four years and three months.” I stand, too overwhelmed to speak. Four years and three months… If I factor in the nine months it takes to carry a child, then that means… “She’s mine?” She nods slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yes. God help me, yes.”
“What did you say he does again?” she asks with a wry smile. “Um… Loans and stuff?” “Damn. I need to get me one of those. Do you know if he has any single friends?” I laugh. “I didn’t realize you were interested in dating right now.” “I’m not, but if I can score myself a sugar daddy…” My face flushes with heat. “Dominic’s not my sugar daddy.” Lana rolls her eyes. “At least fifteen years older, rich as fuck, and your baby daddy. I fail to see how I’m off the mark.”
“Don’t worry. The boys have been tasked with the heavy lifting. I believe Dominic’s exact words were ‘treat her like a damn queen.’”
“Amazing,” I gasp. “This is a whole-ass fashion studio. Did Dominic really tell you to put this together?” “He told me to spare no expense. I hope you like it.” “Like it? I love it.”
Elio sighs dramatically. “Thank God. Dominic would have killed me otherwise.”
I still can’t believe it. It all happened so fast. One second, I’m a carefree bachelor, and the next I’ve got a four-year-old child I didn’t know about. My mother’s probably going to lose her mind when she realizes she finally has a grandchild.
At first, I think she’s going to refuse my request, but then I see the fire in her eyes. There’s excitement behind those frosty grays, along with a dark hunger that matches my own. “Since you asked so nicely,” she says with a wicked grin. “Turn around, signor. Let me put on a show for you.”
I knew he’d come. Call it intuition or a sixth sense, but I knew. That’s why I started to make this lingerie set to my exact measurements, special just for him. I slip out of my clothes and put on the bustier and see-through mini skirt, relishing how soft the lace feels against my sensitive skin. Knowing that he’s waiting for me, eager to see me in an outfit I made for his eyes only has me unbelievably wet. He wants to look at me, a realization that excites me to no end. I let my hair down and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window.
His reaction is better than I ever could have expected. Dominic stares at me like I’m a holy experience, his pupils wide, his lips parted just so. He sucks in a sharp breath like he’s forgotten how his lungs work. I take the tent in his pants as a compliment. I’m worried I might ruin the poor man.
Dominic moves like he’s about to stand, but I shake my head. “Stay there. Sit on your hands.” “Are you kidding me?” he asks, voice straining. “You know, not a lot of people can get away with telling me what to do.” I smirk, taking a slow stride toward him. “You’d better get used to it.”
“Like what you see?” “Very much.” “I don’t know,” I say demurely, nipping at his luscious bottom lip with the graze of my teeth. “That doesn’t sound very convincing.” He growls, leaning forward to follow the heat of my lips. I lean back just enough to keep him away. “You want to know how much I like you in lingerie?” he asks, breathing hard. “I like it so much that I want to devour you whole. I like it so much that it’s the only thing I want you to wear from now on. Morning, noon, and night. I want you waiting in my bed all covered in lace, ready and waiting for me after the end of each
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“Tell me, fashion designer, how should I go about ripping this off you if I can’t use my hands?” I tap the small clasp on the front of my bustier. “You’d use your teeth, obviously.” “And your lack of panties?” “By design,” I say coyly. “I figured you’d appreciate ease of access.” “Fuck,” he hisses, lunging forward to kiss me like a starved man.
“One more, dolcezza.”
“Are you—oh—fucking crazy?” “You were the one asking for trouble. I’m here to deliver.”
“I-I don’t think I can.”
“You will,” he says casually, like it’s a given. “And this time, Marina, you’re going to thank me when you come.” “Dom, I—” “What. Do. You. Say?” “Thank you!” I blurt out as a massive tidal wave of pleasure slams right into me.
“Dormi bene, cuore mio.”
“Up!”
I turn to find Felicia next to me, tugging on my pant leg.
I crouch down and chuckle lightly. “What are you doing, principessa?” “Mommy and me are playing hide ‘n’ seek.” She stretches her hands up over her head. “Up, please!” “Oh, I see. Are you trying to get me to help you?” Felicia nods. “Up, up, up!” “I’m not sure that’s allowed.” She bats her long eyelashes at me and pouts her lips. “Meanie!” I chuckle. She reminds me so much of Arin it makes my heart melt. I sigh and pick her up, unable to deny her any longer. Felicia clutches my shirt and points toward the west wing of the apartment. “Run, run!” she orders.
“Hang on tight, little one. Stay nice and quiet.” Felicia puts her index finger to her lips as a vow of silence.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Arin finds us without any trouble, Felicia bursting into a fit of laughter when her mother opens the door all the way. As beautiful as the sound of Felicia’s joy is to my ears, Arin’s dazzling smile is what captures my attention.
“Do it,” I murmur against his lips, circling his neck with my arms. “Come inside me, Dominic.” “You mean that?” I kiss him tenderly. “Put another baby in me.” He lets out a feral growl as his hips piston in and out of me with renewed vigor. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want, cuore mio. Just tell me how many.”
She is everything—everything.
I place my hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle shake. “Arin? This is no place to fall asleep, mi amore.”
“Mmphf,” she grumbles in protest, her eyelids sealed shut. I chuckle. “Dolcezza, you’re going to wake up with a sore neck if you—” When I take a step closer, I realize what she’s working on. It’s not some scrap of fabric, but an entire suit jacket. It’s obscured by her body, the majority of it trapped beneath her chest. It looks like she was in the middle of stitching on the label.
Pressing a kiss to her cheek, I whisper in her ear, “Wake up, my love. The show’s about to begin.” She shoots upright, making a little snorting sound as she wipes her mouth dry. She groans when she reali...
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Her sweet smile makes my heart sing. She turns and picks up the suit jacket she was working on. “I made this for you. To wear to the show.” I inspect the label with a grin, admiring the addition of the apostrophe and S. “A special edition Marina, huh?” “This way, when you put it on, you’ll know you’re mine.” “Say it again.” “You’re mine,” she whispers. “Just as I’m yours.”
I kiss her again, smiling as I do. “Go to bed, cuore mio. You need your sleep.” “Will you stay with me tonight?” “Try and stop me.”
