“Could you say that again,” she whispered, “so I can be sure that I’m not hallucinating?”
Chapter Sixteen
Would you be my girlfriend?
Would you be my girlfriend?
Would you be my girlfriend?
Would you be my girlfriend?
The alarm gradually penetrated Angelo’s sleep.
Would you be my girlfriend?
Then he realized what he was listening to, and with a snarl, he woke up and turned off Lane’s phone with a muttered chain of Italian expletives.
Behind him, Lane burst into peals of laughter.
In the next moment, he had her trapped under him, and he glared down at her.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly. One of her newer discoveries about Angelo was that he was not a morning person, and it was yet another secret she kept zealously close to her heart.
Angelo didn’t smile back. Even now, he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t realized she had recorded his question that night. Dio, what an idiot he had been. And now, he was paying the price for his stupidity, with Lane using his words as an alarm to force him awake every morning.
“I can still kill you for that, you know.”
Swallowing back a nervous giggle, she clasped his face with both hands, saying cajolingly, “But it’s for your own good. Now, you wake up more quickly and—”
Not wanting to listen to her admittedly reasonable explanation, he kissed her to shut her up, and a second later he was kissing her just because he wanted to. Another moment, and he was kissing her because he needed to.
And just as it was in the past, the moments that followed were a wild frenzy, their clothes strewn across the room—
Angelo rolled to his back, and Lane automatically straddled him.
Their eyes met.
Clutching his muscular arms, she slowly lowered herself to his cock, her body trembling with every inch that entered her.
His biceps bulged under her fingers as her pussy took in the entire length of his cock, and she whimpered at the feel of it, thinking that no matter how many times they did it each day – and there were days when she would even lose count of her orgasms – this would never get old.
Never.
Angelo started moving, slowly and leisurely at first, just to drive both of them wild with anticipation. He tried to make it last as long as he could, but with her every whimper pushing him further to the edge, his loss of control became inevitable.
“Oh, Angelo, please.” Her body molded against him, her breasts falling on his face.
And that was it.
His mouth clamped onto one nipple, one hand clutched her other breast, and then his other hand was squeezing her bottom, telling her to let go.
With a keening cry, she started riding him, her movements untutored but passionate. She bounced on his cock as he sucked on her nipple, and when he heard her pant faster and harder, his balls tightened at the realization that she was close.
Releasing her breast, he fisted her hair, pulled her down, and hissed against her lips, “Ride me hard, and make me come.”
His mouth covered hers just as she cried out, and then she was doing what he commanded, riding him hard until he was stiffening under her and she was shaking—
He came with a harsh gasp, and the moment she felt his cum shoot inside her, she screamed his name, grinding her pussy on his cock as she reached her own orgasm.
After, both the shower and breakfast were an unhurried affair, but all throughout he also had to scowl at Lane to keep her from saying ‘I told you so.’ Yes, it was true that because of her blasted alarm they now had more time to spare in the morning, but he absolutely disliked hearing the truth, and that was that.
He drove her to school before heading to work, and the car ride was mostly spent in companionable silence, with Angelo’s mind already occupied with his plans for the day while Lane was again content just to be in his presence.
When they reached CU, she immediately tried making a break of it—
“Not so fast.” An arm snaked around her waist to pull her back to her seat, and she reluctantly let go of the door handle. This wasn’t ever a battle she won, but it didn’t mean she should stop trying.
As Angelo cupped her chin and made her face him, she mumbled, “You’re so unfair. You can at least choose to drive a car with tinted windows.”
“What you must think of me.” His soft voice was filled with disappointment. “It’s for your sake that I’m driving this. All the cars that I have with tinted windows are over five million dollars.”
She winced at the amount.
“This one I’m driving is just three point five. This is more preferable, si?”
She said doubtfully, “I guess.”
“Now,” he purred, “let me give you a goodbye kiss like the perfect boyfriend that I am.”