Page 103 of Sweet Prison

“Nope.” Of course he did. Probably woke up every person on the Eastern Seaboard, along with me, not long after his meeting started. I finally dragged myself out of bed when falling back asleep seemed futile.

Our gazes lock as I casually stride across the vast room, feeling the other men’s eyes on me the whole time. Massimo slides his chair back a bit when I reach him, so I use the presented opportunity and straddle his lap.

“The roofing contractor and his men are coming in ten minutes,” I say. “Can you wrap this up quickly or, maybe, just tone it down?”

“I can try.”

“Yeah, we both know how that usually turns out.” My hands drop to his belt, fingers undoing the buckle.

A wicked spark ignites in his smoldering eyes. It quickly transforms into a raging inferno when I flick the button and start sliding his zipper down.

“What are you doing?” The low rumble comes from the back of his throat.

I smile. Then, slipping my hand inside his pants, I pull out his rapidly hardening cock. “Making sure your abundant energy is directed elsewhere, so you can finish your meeting in a more civilized manner.”

His eyes don’t leave mine for even a second as I lift myself just enough, and then slowly lower onto his straining cock.

Someone behind me clears their airway. “Um, perhaps we should leave?”

Massimo arches an eyebrow. Smirking, I shake my head.

“Stay put,” he growls.

I never expected that these shameless actions would be such a turn-on for me. Massimo’s dick isn’t even halfway inside my quivering center, and I’m already feeling the telltale signs of an overwhelming climax.

“I love your outfit.” Massimo glides his hands up my thighs. “Very convenient.”

“I kind of thought you might disapprove of me showing up nearly naked in front of your men.”

“You can wear any damn thing you want, Zahara. If I don’t like how other men look at you, I’ll just kill them.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

A corner of his lips curves up. “I know.”

He slams his mouth to mine, stealing the moan that rips from my lips when I sink onto his cock completely. The rest of the room disappears. Ceases to exist in this reality. In the back of my mind, I know thatthisis somehow wrong. Disgraceful, even. But I can’t bring myself to care. How can I when his hands are on me? Kneading my ass as we keep on kissing. Tugging me closer to his chest. How can anything be wrong when it feels so damnright? I rock, rock my hips with abandon. Utterly lost within this sensation. Feeling whole while Massimo is filling me.

“I didn’t know you were into exhibitionism, angel.” Words whispered against my lips as he trails his right palm to my chest. Slowly. Reverently.

“Me neither. As it happens, scandalous behavior seems to seriously excite me,” I pant. “Are they watching?”

“Yes.”

My pussy quivers. I throw my head back and moan. Loudly. Let them hear. Let them see how much he turns me on. Speeding up my movements, I ride him—hard—right there, in front of the Council. In front of the men who’d judge me. Their opinions, though, no longer matter. All I need is to be held in the arms of the man I love. The tremors in my core grow insistent, while Massimo’s chest rises and falls quickly under my touch. We’re close, but he’s holding back his climax. Waiting for me. Waiting to follow me as he always does.

In a lightning-fast motion, Massimo’s fingers wrap around my throat. Applying just the right amount of pressure, it’s like he hits a button, and I explode. I scream, soaring straight into nirvana, and, a moment later, he chases me with a guttural groan.

Cinching my arms around Massimo’s shoulders, I sag down on his chest and bury my face in the hollow of his neck. “Five minutes till appointment time. Wrap this up quickly.”

A gentle bite lands just above my exposed clavicle. His massive shirt slipped off my shoulder while I was lost in ecstasy. Then, a kiss follows before he drags his lips across my raised collarbone.

“So, gentlemen, where were we?” His facial hair tingles my skin as he speaks while nibbling the column of my throat. “Ohyes. Tiziano, you’ll rehire the casino manager. And, Brio, go sink your feet into the sand. You are all free to leave now, and I have a plane to catch.”

New York

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