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Then my phone buzzes. Gianna. I twist away from him, hitting accept. “Hey, G.”

Her voice comes through, panting like she’s mid-sprint. “Gerald and I were thinking—what if you were godmother to our kid?”

“Godmother? I’m already the baby’s coolest aunt.”

“Yeah, but our friends suck. You know, the type who can’t even prop up a bottle, let alone a kid. You get me, right?”

I do. I’ve met her crew—some by accident, some on purpose—and they’re a mess. She’s not wrong. But this isn’t the moment for baby talk. I can’t exactly blurt out, Oh, by the way, I’m in a carwith Adriano, a close friend of our family, who tongue-fucked me on his desk while the whole damn world could’ve walked in, and I’ve been replaying that shit every night since, rubbing myself raw to the memory of his mouth on my pussy.

I cough, scratching my forehead. Adriano’s staring out the window, lost in the jagged skyline, so I drop my voice.

“Can I call you back? I’m heading home. Gonna shower, eat, then I’ll ring you.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, sure.” She sounds distracted. “Call me, okay?”

“Promise.” I hang up, shoving the phone into my bag.

Beside me, Adriano’s voice rolls out, deep and smooth, making the hair on my arms and neck stand up like it’s been shocked. “You should call her back. Tell her something else. You’re not going home tonight.”

“What?”

“I’m not dropping you off, Pen.”

“Then where are you taking me?”

“To my place.” He says it calmly, cocky, like he’s claiming ground and I’m standing on it. “I’m taking you to my home where you’re going to climb on my face and ride my tongue until you’re dripping down my chin. Then I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And since you’ve been teasing me, dragging this out, I’m not holding back, sweetheart. It’s going to be rough. You’ll feel me for days.”

My brain melts. Just—gone. I squirm, my thighs clenching, and clear my throat to cover the fact that my panties are already soaked. His tone’s flat and lazy, like he’s stating the weather, but it’s pure fire underneath. He wants me. This untouchable, dangerous bastard wants me, and it’s the same feral ache I’ve got for him. Nothing’s ever lit me up like this.

“If you don’t want that, Pen, say it now.” He’s watching me, unblinking.

I shove hair off my face then tuck it behind my ears. My hands are unsteady. “Should I be scared?”

He crosses his arms, muscles flexing under his shirt. “You tell me. I’m not going to baby you or cuddle up after. I’ll fuck you like I want to break you. Like I hate you. If that’s too much, I’ll have the driver spin this car around, drop you at your door, and we pretend I never said a damn word.”

I lick my lips, slowly tasting the tension. He’s daring me, eyes sharp. “It sounds like you’re giving me an out.”

“I am.”

“I don’t want it.”

“And you’re sure?”

“Fucking yes.”

“Good.” His voice drops a quiet growl. “It would’ve been a damn shame if you ran from that.”

I’m overthinking this, no question. His “shame” comment’s gnawing at me. Does he mean it’d be a shame because he’s dying to fuck me senseless, or because he’d rather I bolt and save him the trouble? My head’s a mess, spinning it over and over.

Two minutes tick by, and he breaks the silence. “What color panties you got on?”

“Uh, green. Lacy.” My voice catches, barely steady.

We pull up to his place. The driver yanks my door open first. I slide out, legs shaky, just as Adriano climbs out his side. Over the car’s roof, our eyes crash into each other—his dark, molten, mine probably wide as hell. He holds my eyes for a beat, then turns, stalking toward the entrance. Someone stiff in a uniform swings the door wide for us. Adriano scans his card, gets the green light, and we hit the elevators.

The ride up’s dead quiet, the space so thick I can taste it. We step out, hit the sleek hallway to his penthouse. I’m a step behind when he grabs my wrists, pulling me hard against him. He loomsover me so tall, solid, radiating heat and I crane my neck to meet his gaze. Desperation is carved into his eyes, wild and raw.

“Fuck—I’ve been thinking about your pussy all damn week. I want to bury myself balls-deep in you until morning and leave you sore as hell, aching everywhere.”

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