Billionaire Boss, M.D.(41)

Her body soon rewarded his patience and expertise. It gushed readiness and pleasure over him, demanding everything he could give her.

“Antonio, I need everything now, please.”

“Si, bellezza, everything.” His groan reverberated in her mouth as he drove his tongue inside her to his plunging rhythm, quickening both.

Everything within her tightened unbearably, her depths rippling around him, reaching for that elusive something, something way beyond orgasm, nothing she’d ever attained, but that she felt she’d perish if she didn’t have now.

No longer coherent, she begged him, over and over. “Please, Antonio, please.”

But he understood, knew she couldn’t bear the buildup anymore. “Si, amore, ora. Now I give you all the pleasure this divine body of yours can withstand.”

Tilting her up toward him, he hammered inside her with a force and cadence that rattled the whole world, dismantled her every cell. He breached her to her womb on each plunge until he detonated the coil of desperation in her deepest recess.

Convulsions tore through her, clamping her inner muscles around him as her insides splintered with pleasure too agonizing to register, then to bear, then to bear having it end.

But it didn’t end. It went on and on as he gave her more and more, until finally she cried out with his each jarring thrust.

Then came a moment she’d replay in her memory forever. The sight of him as he climaxed inside her.

Her orgasm intensified as he threw his head back to bellow his own pleasure. He fed her convulsions with his, his release so fierce she felt it through the barrier, making her sob with the need to feel its hot surges filling her.

Whimpering as he continued to move within her, completing her pleasure, her domination, she was helpless to do anything but let the enormity of his first possession drag her into oblivion.





Eight

An eternity later, Lili surged back into her body, realizing what had brought her back. Antonio was moving, starting to leave her body.

Unable to bear separation, she clung to him. He pressed soothing kisses to her eyes and lips, murmuring reassurance in that voice that strummed everything in her as he swept her around, careful to remain inside her. Then she was lying on top of him, satiated in ways she couldn’t have imagined, reverberating with the magnitude of the experience and in perfect peace for the first time in her life.

When her heart stopped thundering enough to let her breathe, she raised a wobbling head. “Is it...always like that?”

His eyes looked as dazed as she felt, and his lips twitched. “It’s never been like that for me. Everything with you is always a first.”

“You’re telling me that’s not why people make such a fuss about sex? Because it’s that...that...” No description could do what had happened between them justice.

“In my experience, ‘sex’ has absolutely nothing in common with what we just had. This was...magic.”

Her body began to throb all over again. “It was for me.”

“You have nothing to compare it to, but I do, so I know how magical it was, and what made it so.” Before she could infer the meaning of his confession he added, “It’s because I love you.”

She bolted upright, gaping down at him.

He started withdrawing from her depths carefully as he sat up, too. In spite of her paralysis, her moan echoed his groan at the burn of separation. Her gaze remained meshed with his as he looked at her as if she were the one thing he lived for.

“I realized it yesterday. That all those overwhelming feelings I feel for you are love.”

She collapsed on the bed in a daze, could do nothing but watch him as he rose to discard the condom. Then he came back to tower over her, godlike, still fully engorged, a frown of uncertainty creeping over his face.

“I can see this comes as a shock.”

Her heart stumbling, eyes stinging, she could only choke, “That’s the understatement of our era.”

“Is it a good or bad shock?”

He seemed actually worried. Very worried. Really?

It was the only thing she could say out loud. “Are you for real? Is that even a question?”

His shoulders rose and fell. “I’ve learned to never assume anything with you. You never react in any way I expect. I also realize this could seem too quick—”

“You think?” She felt caught in a hurricane of disbelief and jubilation that uprooted her very existence. “It’s been less than a week.”

“It’s been three weeks.”

“Two of which you didn’t even see me.”

“Because I was on a mission to be worthy of you and your trust and respect. And I did see you. I was watching you.”