Page 111 of King of Omen

I gasped as he found my clit, and proceeded to rub it in tight circles.

‘Undo your shirt.’

I stared down at him for a beat before getting his meaning.

Taking my time, I unbuttoned it, savouring his wild and heated eyes.

‘Your bra,’ he growled, eyes gleaming with need and desire.

I did so, again elongating the pleasure.

Bare in front of him, he growled and bent forward.

Pulling one nipple into his lips, sucking on it, grazing it with his teeth as I writhed under him.

At the same time, his fingers worked their magic inside me while his thumb flicked my clit to the edge of oblivion.

‘Lorenzo.’

I trembled with rapture, close to coming. Lorenzo sensed it too and leaned in to whisper in my ear, ‘Let go, love. Come for me, baby.’

Those words were my undoing.

I moaned long and hard as my orgasm crashed through me like a wave, causing my entire body to shake.

Only then did Lorenzo remove his hand from my underwear, wrapping his arms around me until I came down off my high.

When I did, eager to give back, I reached for his belt buckle, but he stopped me. ‘Not now, bella, later. Tonight. When we have all the time in the world. After dinner?’

I gave him a slow smile. ‘Sounds like a plan.’

We both chuckled.

‘I’m soaked. I need a shower after that,’ I whispered.

I slipped off his lap with a wicked grin.

He tapped my bare ass as I picked up my discarded top and underwear, smirking as I twisted to escape him.

He whistled under his breath, admiring the sway of my hips as I went and laughing when I over-exaggerated my walk.

I paused at the door, blew him a kiss, and then ran out of the room. Loving how natural life became with Lorenzo and how at peace he made me feel.

LORENZO

The news came in at one am on a Friday night.

I was tangled in bed with my woman, her limbs all over me.

A light sleeper, my eyes flew open when my phone vibrated.

Scrambling for it, I swiped to my messages, to a text from Alessio alerting me to the fact that he’d sent me a crucial update.

I knifed up with care, not wanting to wake Mia. She’d come in tired and cranky from a busy week of classes, two exams and a growing client list to service.

Keeping the noise to a minimum, I rose and slipped out of the room, heading downstairs to my office.

I opened the communique on my laptop.

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