Page 215 of Sinful Lies

With a low growl, his hands gripped my ass, holding me down as he drove up into me, relentless, rough. Two, three more thrusts, and his head fell back, a filthy groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into me.

For a moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing, my body still trembling as I rested against his chest.

“You truly are the best employee I’ve ever had.”

I brushed damp hair off my face. “Glad to know I’ve exceeded expectations.”

He smirked, his fingers trailing down my back. “Shame it’s your last day. Though… I might have another position in mind for you. But fair warning—it’s a 24/7 kind of gig.”

I cocked a brow, unable to hide my grin. “Oh? What’s the role?”

“My wife.”

I blinked, caught between a laugh and a gasp, my heart stumbling over itself.

His wife?

Mrs. Jade Lazzio.

“Angelo, your cock is still inside me. If that’s your proposal, I’m gonna have to decline. Because, quite frankly, it’s lame.”

“Ah, lame, huh?”

I tilted my head, letting my fingers trail lazily over his chest. “Mmm, yeah. I mean, no ring, no speech, and you’re still balls-deep. What happened to romance? Or are you just hoping to screw me into saying yes?”

His lips curled into a dangerous smirk. “Careful,diavoletta. Keep talking, and I might just screw you so good you’ll beg me to ask again.”

I leaned in close, my mouth brushing his ear. “That’s cute, Lazzio. But if you want me to say yes, you’re gonna have to try harder than a dick-meets-wedding pitch.”

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest as he caught my mouth again—deeper this time, hungrier.

Best last day I’d ever have.

Chapter

Forty-Eight

“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”

?Alice Sebold

Jade

“Just two steps, and we’re there,amore. Careful, though—there’s a little step.”

My hand clung tightly to his as Angelo guided me through the room.

My view was pitch black, courtesy of the scarf he had tied over my eyes to keep his “little surprise” under wraps. Romantic, right? Except I was already tripping over my own feet, one stiletto threatening rebellion, while he strolled ahead.

Not working for Lazzio Exhibits anymore had given me plenty of free time—too much, honestly. Time to overthink, time to adjust to my shiny new routine as Angelo Lazzio’s girlfriend.

If you’d imagined diamonds, lavish trips, and champagne at breakfast, well… you’d have been right. But it was more than that.

You’d think the CEO of one of the largest, richest groups in the West would be chained to his desk. But no. When it came to me, Angelo’s calendar might as well have been titled24/7: How to Worship Her. And yeah, I used to joke about him being obsessed with me—until I realized it hadn’t been a joke.

The way his hand would find mine the second I walked into a room, like it was instinct.

The way his body would plaster itself against mine at night—leg slung over me, hand cupping my chest, head buried in my neck like I was the only pillow worth having.

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