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“But I don’t see that happening.” His lips tortured the side of her graceful neck. “I am addicted. You are like a drug coursing through my veins, and I cannot get enough. The more I taste, is the more I want.”

“It’s the same for me, Gary.”

“Hmm?” He tugged the sweater over her head.

“The door!”

“Is locked.” Pressing her back on the cushions, he unhooked her bra.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” His head descended, his lips moving slowly over her flesh.

“We can’t.” She breathed.

“We have to.”

“We could leave now and go… Oh God!” Her body arched as he tugged a nipple between his teeth and used his tongue to lick the rigid flesh.

“Or we could stay here, right here. I need you.” He started suckling, pulling the flesh into his mouth until she could feel it all the way to her toes. She was already moist. Already eager for him. It was uncanny, the way he could turn her on so quickly, the way he could turn her into a wet puddle, just by simply touching her.

Easing up, he tugged at the waistband of her black dress pants, until he had peeled them over her slender hips. When he palmed her sex, it was as if the material had just melted away. His hand burned through the cloth and went straight to her skin.

“Gary!” Her hands clutched at his thick blue-black hair restlessly.

“Please.”

“Tell me you love me.” His voice was thick as he continued to eat her flesh. “Say it.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Tell me again,” he demanded. Leaving her nipples, he made his way to her flat stomach.

“I love you,” she cried. “Please.”

“I adore you,” he whispered, “I want you to know that. No matter what happens, I will always love you.”

“Gary, what…?” Her voice trailed off as he slipped two fingers between the lace material of her panties and into her. All rational thoughts slipped away like a puff of smoke. She was undone and the climax came like a kick in her stomach, a violent wave that washed through her body and left her shivering and weak.

She watched through dazed eyes as he went on his knees to unbuckle his jeans and release his erection. Her heart lurched inside her chest as she stared at the thick length of him. Lowering himself over her, he parted her thighs and eased himself into her.

His breath hissed out when she closed around him like a vice and for a second, all he could do was just stay like that. Bending his forehead to hers, he took deep breaths and fought the waves of passion threatening to overwhelm him.

“I have never felt this way before,” he admitted hoarsely. “Never thought anything like this existed.” He was also fighting despair. When he thought about losing her, he panicked.

He wished he could just kidnap her, take her back to Italy, where they would be shielded from the ugliness to come. Keep her with him until she believed that he had no part of his family’s mess. Lifting his head, he searched her face, eyes roving over her features as if to memorize them.

“It’s the same for me.” Her hands came up to brush the hairs from his forehead, her expression a little puzzled. “What is it?”

“Other than the fact that you hold my heart in your hands?” He smiled shakily. “Nothing.” He brushed his lips over hers and started to move, his thrusts slow and measured. Taking her lips, he explored slowly, igniting the fire that was already blazing.

He increased the tempo, his hands cupping her face to give him full access to the sweetness of her mouth. He swallowed her fevered cries as the climax swept over her again. He came then, helplessly, his body heaving, plunging into hers as he watered the mouth of her womb with his seed.

Afterwards, he just held her, too overcome to say anything.

*****

“When will you tell her?”