Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire(20)

He locked it then turned back to see that she hadn’t moved. Thankfully his desk only had his laptop on it. He shut it and put it on his chair. The rest of the stuff, he moved aside.

Now he was ready.

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The kiss had ignited something in Violet and she wanted to tear Amedeo’s clothing off. She hadn’t thought he’d be amenable in his office, but he’d locked the door then grinned at her. He was taking of his tie as he stalked to her. That was the only way she could describe it. He was the predator and she was his willing prey.

Damn these pregnancy hormones. She’d never been this horny in her life. Ever. Maybe part of that was this man who was currently in her personal space. He was the hottest man she’d ever been naked with. He was also an excellent lover.

He kissed her, sweetly at first, but then he deepened it, letting her know exactly what he planned on doing to her. He wasn’t kidding around. She chose not to think about how many women had been in this office naked. Didn’t matter.

She was going to be naked soon with this man inside of her. Her panties were wet at the thought of it. Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips.

He dropped his tie on the chair then began to unbutton his shirt. He leaned in, whispering in her ear. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you lick your lips like that? I know what that tongue can do.”

She shivered. His breath wafted across her neck and ear. He nipped at the side of her neck. Chills ran down her spine. This man was an expert when it came to sex. She could feel the heat coming off him and she’d bet he was already hard.

She reached down and found him hard, just as she’d suspected. She rubbed his erection lightly. That would be inside of her soon. She didn’t care how or where they did this as long as they did.

Did his assistant know not to bother him? Had he given her some signal or was the locking of the door enough to let her know? When he licked her neck then blew on it gently, all thoughts left her brain.

She was on auto pilot as she undid his belt then unzipped his pants. She shoved them down his legs. Ah, there it was. Her favorite penis in the world.

“Have I got a place for that,” she said.

He chuckled as he put his hands under her top. His fingers skimmed over her breasts, his thumbs bringing her nipples alive. She wanted to freeze this moment. Capture it. Bottle it. He was just all man and he was here for her. Erect for her.

He may not always be this turned on, but right now he was. No one had ever seemed so entranced by her in her life. She would miss this. Miss the power as she took his erection in her hand, stroking up and down his hard length.

“Oh, Violet.”

He nipped at her neck as his fingers unfastened her bra. He let her girls free. She almost sighed from the relief, but it was short-lived. He tugged off her shirt then put his mouth on her breast. She arched into him, her body doing exactly what it wanted.

Her pants fell off her as he made her body tingle. Finally they were both naked and she could feel his muscles bunch under her fingertips. He was all man. Chest hair that came to a line on his stomach. As if pointing the way to the playground below.

“Put your hands on the desk, Violet.”

She paused, then did as he asked, her ass on display for him. He’d told her on their night together that he loved her ass. His hands warmed her cheeks. He leaned over and bit her one cheek. She yelped a little. It didn’t hurt, she was just surprised by the action.

It wasn’t the first time he’d done that. “Nice ass, Violet.”

He put his hands on her hips, his feet nudging hers apart. She’d never done it this way with anyone but Amedeo. She’d never trusted anyone this much. As he slid into her, it took away her breath for a moment.

No barriers. Just the two of them. In his office. He set up a pace keeping her just on the edge of her orgasm. She wanted to reach out and grab it. She pushed back to take him deeper.

Oh. There it was. Her body clenched, her fingers curled into fists. Yes. Yes. Yes. She sailed off the cliff her orgasm going on and on. She heard him grunt and come with her over that edge.

When her body finally stopped spasming, she rested her head on his desk. He chuckled.

“You are beautiful from every angle.”

Amedeo didn’t lie. She knew that, but part of her just couldn’t believe that she looked beautiful on her best days, let alone with her large ass in the air. She stood as he stepped away from her.

He took her, leading her to his private bathroom. “You can shower if you want.”

She nodded. “I’ll be in and out.”

“It’s fine.”

He washed himself with a cloth then left her to her shower. Damn. He was hot and sexy and all hers. For now. Would he feel this way when she was large with child? She doubted it. She glanced down at her still flat stomach. When would she look pregnant?