Chapter 60 RóISE

"What are we doing here?" The barrier rises and the driver pulls the SUV into the underground parking garage for the Oscuro building.

I'm not totally against sex in his office. I've dreamed about it often enough since telling him off about my new bodyguards. But it seems a little weird to come here just for that purpose.

Miceli looks up from his phone. He's been focused on it the entire drive.

I interrupted him once and he turned an almost demonic expression on me. "I'm holding on by a thread, mi dolce fiero . Do not talk to me. Don't even breath in my direction if you don't want me to fuck you right here."

"What do you me—"

He puts up his hand. "This SUV has a bulletproof divider that can be raised, but no visual barrier to the front seat."

Unwilling to give the two men in the front seat a show, I zipped my lips.

Now Miceli looks at me like he doesn't understand the question. Then he shakes his head as if clearing it. "The penthouse."

"There's a penthouse in this building. Like one you live in, not a giant office suite." But then if they had one of those, that would be where Miceli and his brother's offices were located, wouldn't it?

"Yes."

Seeing the no doubt bewildered look on my face, he says, "It's not uncommon for a company like ours to have at least one floor of apartments for business use."

I'm not sure I want to know what kind of business needs an apartment, so I don't ask.

"We put our clients up in the smaller apartments, or executives from sister corporations here for training, etc."

"And the penthouse?"

"Is mine."

I'd ask what he means by that but again, I can guess and it's no more pleasant than my last one. I don't say anything as Miceli leads me to another elevator with biometric access.

This one has buttons. Not enough to cover all the floors in the building, but a few. They aren't numbered though.

I guess you have to know where you are going.

The elevator opens onto a foyer with double doors to the right. The doors require more eye scanning to get in. But once I hear the click of the lock, Miceli doesn't open the door. He has me step forward and let the system scan my eye.

I also have to put my hand against a black panel for a full handprint scan. "That will open the door from the inside, but not out here."

"I have to scan my hand to open the door?"

"It's just a security measure."

"Have I told you that you're a little excessive when it comes to that?"

The corner of his mouth tilts. "On at least one memorable occasion."

"As long as you know."

"There is no such thing as too much security when it comes to keeping you safe." His dark gaze traps mine with serious intent.

Fanning myself, I ask, "Is it warm up here? Maybe you should turn down the heat."

"No chance." Both brows raise suggestively.

Jayzuz, Mary and Joseph. This man is lethal.

Once we step through the double doors, they shut with a whoosh behind us.

Miceli points to the left. "I'll show you the rest of the penthouse later." Then he points to the right. "The bedrooms are this way."

Bedrooms as in plural? How many does he need to sex up his women?

Reminding myself that no matter what happened before, I'm the only woman in his life now, I follow him through the double doors.

Another hallway? How big is this place? There are a set of double doors in front of us and four more doors to our left, with another set of double doors at the end of the hall.

Six bedrooms, or is one of them an office? What would he need an office for when he's entertaining women? What would he need with extra bedrooms?

This place has even taller ceilings than the executive office floor. At least fifteen feet, but it could be twenty .

And the two outer walls are made up of windows that go all the way from the floor to that soaring ceiling. I can see a terrace beyond the windows, so there must be a door in them, but I can't see it.

"You like the view?" Miceli lays his hands on my shoulders and pulls my back flush to his front.

Desire wars with awe. "I feel like I should be able to see my house from here. How tall are these ceilings?"

"Eighteen feet."

"Right in the middle."

"The middle of what?" The pads of his thumbs run up the back of my neck on either side of my spine, leaving sparks of sensation in their wake.

"I guessed fifteen or twenty feet."

"You've got a good eye for space."

"I've helped build a lot of stage sets." Why are we talking about measurements?

He husks out a laugh. "You asked."

And I asked that last internal thought out loud too. "I'm just full of questions tonight."

"I'd rather you were full of me."

My body sizzles with sexual energy.

His lips on my neck scattering my thoughts, I fling myself into sensation.

There's something we haven't done. Something I've never done. But I want to.

Breaking the kiss, I drop to my knees in front of my fiancé and put my hands on his belt.

I look up at him through my lashes And I smile in a way I hope is enticing. "I want to taste you."

Heat flares in his eyes. "There's no way I'm going to turn that offer down."

"I'm glad." Because I really want this.

I undo the buckle on his belt and slide it out of the loops on his slacks. Letting it drop to the floor. Then I undo the fastening and zipper before pushing his pants down.

His big erection strains against his boxers, and I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his sex and excitement. It turns me on, like some kind of combustible chemical reaction.

I'm the fuel. He's the oxide.

Together, we burn.

Taking a breath for courage (because his erection does not get any less intimidating on acquaintance), I pull the waistband of his boxers away from his body. I force myself to go slow, sliding the fabric down over the impressively hard penis pressing against his flat stomach .

"Beautiful," I breathe.

Darker than his normal skin tone and flushed with blood, veins pop along the imposing length. Why did so many ancient sculptors downplay the artistic merit of this part of anatomy?

His laughter is choked. "My cock is not beautiful. Your pussy on the other hand…"

I huff warm air over the tip, and he doesn't finish his thought. How badly do I want to taste the pearl of precum beaded on the slit?

"You're so big," His girth makes my mouth water even though I have no idea if I can stretch my lips wide enough to take him, or not. "I can't believe I fit this in my vajayjay, much less my back door."

"Your body was made for mine." He gently removes the headband from my hair and tosses it away so he can run his fingers through my curls. "I'm going to fit right down that tight little throat of yours too."

My vagina pulses with want, but I say, "I'm not sure if I'm ready to deep throat on my first time."

"Don't underestimate yourself." He winks down at me. Then grows serious. "But my perfect Aphrodite, I'll take what I can get even if it's you licking my head like a lollipop."

That sound like fun, so I lick right over his slit, the taste of his pre-cum sweeter than I expect. I thought guys jizz was supposed to be bitter.

More pearly liquid seeps out and I lap it up like Pusheen with a saucer of cream.

Gripping that big erection with both hands, I squeeze. Cliché, I know, but my fingers don't touch. It amazes me I can take this big piece of meat inside of my body.

His groan goes through me like a caress.

I like this. I like it a lot.

I suckle the tip until he snarls for me to do something . He doesn't say what, just do something in that deep, growly voice of his.

So, I do something, sucking him in as far as I can. He hits the back of my throat and I suck harder.

I don't have much of a gag reflex which my cousins have always envied when it came to taking pills and brushing our teeth, etc., but now I'm really happy for it.

I can suck more of him into my mouth, but I'm not sure about swallowing him into my throat. If I do, I'm not going to gag, but will I be able to breath?

His hips jerk a little, but he doesn't try to shove forward. Stretching my lips as wide as I can, I revel in the sensation. They sting a little and my jaw sort of aches.

And I like that too. Will I like him in my throat? My hands squeeze involuntarily at the thought and he groans. Loudly .

He likes that.

I do it again, but this time I push them down to his root before pulling them all the way back to meet my mouth on his dick.

Am I masturbating him? Milking him? I need a sex dictionary. Preferably with diagrams. Maybe I can find one at my favorite online UBS. Used bookstores have the coolest books on subjects you wouldn't expect.

Anyway, I don't know what you call what I'm doing, but it feels good to do and it's making Miceli make all sorts of sex noises. His legs are even shaking a little.

A sense of power rushes through me. I can do this to this man. Me. Róise Shaughnessy.

And nobody else ever gets to touch him like this again. No one except me. My thighs press together hard and I moan. Because that feels good too.

I suck harder and he hits the back of my throat again, this time a little harder. "Swallow me. It will work. Trust me."

I don't know if I would be willing to try except, he sounds so desperate. And I like that almost as much as his taste.

The next time he hits the back of my throat, I swallow hard and he goes down my throat. Just like that. Wow.

I keep swallowing and a litany of curses falls down on my head. Some in Italian. Some English. Some are shouts and others an agonized whisper.

Fucking good! Sì, cazzo! So goddamn delicious. Sei mio . So fucking perfect!

This man is out of his mind and it's all for me. All because of me.

"Show me your tits, Aphrodite. Let me see them."

I have to let go of him to reach around my back for the zipper. He pulls back so he's not in my throat and I suck in a deep breath as I unzip the curve hugging bodice.

It's so form fitting, it doesn't need a bra, so the girls swing free when I pull my arms out and let the bodice drop around my waist.

"Oh, fuck! Be a good girl and squeeze them for me. Pinch those hard little nipples."

I don't hesitate. I know how good breast play can feel. Even before we had sex the first time, I explored the way touching my chest made me feel and discovered that direct line of pleasure between them and my clit. My nipples especially.

I play with my breasts until we're both moaning and saliva starts to drool out of the corners of my mouth. Uncaring, I shove my head forward, demanding more of him and he gives it.

Swallowing him down my throat, I'm so turned on, I shove one hand under my skirt and between my legs. Diving right into my underwear, I rub circles around my clit .

He's so deep, there's no way I can breathe, and knowing he has control of that sends me over the edge. I rub my hand furiously against my bundle of nerves, forcing the pleasure to a nearly intolerable peak.

His sex blocks the sound of my scream, but he must feel something in my throat because he starts to come.

I swallow and I swallow, but when he pulls back to let me breathe, there's still more and some comes dribbling out the side of my mouth.