21. Tiberius

21

TIBERIUS

The office door opens and in steps Kinsley. My breath catches at the gorgeous sight of her. She offers me a small smile as she leans back against the closed door. The sound of the lock engaging causes me to raise a brow. My eyes rove over her in the deep-blue evening dress she’s wearing. It hugs every curve of her lush body, making it hard to decide where to focus.

“You like my dress,” she comments, moving closer. “I chose it with you in mind.”

“Mmm.” I lick my lips. “I’m wondering if we have time for me to peel you out of it.”

“We don’t.” Her eyes alight with a wicked glint as she slides between the desk and my splayed legs. “However, I thought you could help me out with something.”

I swallow hard. “Anything.”

She puts a finger into her mouth and sucks, which makes me hard as fuck.

“I was wondering how my red lips would look wrapped around your cock.”

Fuck me!

Dropping to her knees, she traces my erection through my pants with a red fingernail. My balls are so fucking tight right now, I'm going to explode the moment she wraps that filthy mouth around me.

I help her unfasten my pants, then quiver when her hand wraps around me. Her face hovers close. I grab her by the head and pull her closer, unable to resist any longer.

"Do it," I growl, my voice strained with desire.

She smirks before taking me inside the wet and hot confines of her mouth.

Holy fuck!

"I'm not going to last," I confess. "Your fucking mouth—" I groan, arching upward.

I urge her to take me deeper. The intensity of what she is doing to me with such fervor has the fire in my belly growing out of control.

My muscles tense as I near climax, and my breathing is ragged.

She swallows hard around the crown of my cock, and I release into her mouth with a guttural groan.

“Motherfucker,” I hiss with a full-body shudder as ecstasy ripples through me. She swallows eagerly, which is fucking hot.

The room is filled with the sounds of my heavy breathing and the wet suction of her mouth.

"No more," I whisper, pulling her off me.

"I did that right, then?" she asks, a smirk on her plump lips.

"Any righter, I'd be dead. I thought the top of my head would blow off."

She snickers. "It did."

I stand and tuck myself away, righting my clothes. I hold out a hand and help her to her feet.

"I was referring to the head on my shoulders," I say.

She smiles, damn proud of herself.

I crowd her. "So, tell me, did sucking me off make you wet?"

"You tell me," she says, perching on the desk before me.

Her hands grip her dress as she slowly lifts it, baring her gorgeous legs. I watch as the dress gets higher and higher, and as it does, she spreads her thighs open.

"You're a naughty girl." I shove my hand up her dress and cup her drenched pussy. I groan. "This is insane," I tell her as I push her back on the desk.

I sit in the chair and pull her bottom off the desk. Her skirt gathers around her hips. I push the scrap of blue lace between her legs to the side and focus on her swollen pussy lips. I hold her gaze as I replace my hand with my mouth. My eyes drift closed as I taste her. The salty sweetness of her arousal drives me wild, and I can feel her body responding to my touch. Her moans fill the room, heightening the intensity of the moment.

I suck, bite, and fuck her with my tongue, her keening moans driving me fucking insane. I can't get enough of this girl. This woman. She arches her back, pressing herself closer to my mouth, urging me on. She trembles beneath me, and her hands grip my head as she reaches the peak of pleasure. I find myself lost in the intoxicating taste and feel of her.

A string of curse words leaves my mouth when someone bangs on the office door.

"Boss!" Salem shouts. "Rossi's car just pulled up."

Fuck!

"Give me a minute," I yell.

I crawl up Kinsley's body and bury my face in her neck. "You make me feel so much, Kinsley. I'd go fucking crazy without you."

Her fingers are gentle in my hair. "I'm not going anywhere. You're mine too, Tiberius."

I keep a hand on Kinsley’s hip as Rossi enters the house, followed by Veronica. I thought it would be going a step too far with the man if I excluded his daughter from tonight's dinner. The man wanted a party; however, I chose to go with a dinner with only the Rossi and Edge families as guests. It would be easier to contain a small group than a larger one. I don’t socialize with any of the other families, and I’m not about to start now.

“Happy birthday, Kinsley,” Rossi says. “I hope you will have a good evening.”

While her father speaks, Veronica glares at Kinsley, her eyes unwavering. The urge to gather Kinsley into my arms and hide her away is strong. Instead, I move my hand from her hip to her waist and splay my hand on her stomach. It does not go unnoticed by both. Veronica looks fit to be tied, while her father frowns.

“Mr. Rossi,” Kinsley says. “Thank you for joining us this evening. I’m sure it will be entertaining.”

To my surprise, Rossi laughs. His daughter looks just as surprised, since the man is not known for his sense of humor. As the tension eases slightly, I feel relieved that Kinsley's quick thinking has diffused the immediate situation.

“I’ve brought you a small gift, dear.” Rossi hands Kinsley a wrapped package.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you.” Kinsley takes the gift and unwraps it to find a colorful swan brooch.

“Allow me.” Rossi reaches out.

Hell no!

I quickly snag the box and remove the swan. Holding the neckline of Kinsley’s dress, I pin the brooch in place. I meet her gaze and wish we were anywhere but here.

“Thank you, Mr. Rossi. It’s lovely.”

The man sure as fuck doesn’t look like the enemy right now. But then again, looks can be deceiving.

I catch a look from Nine, who is standing just outside the doorway. Cannon has arrived.

I put my mouth to Kinsley's ear and momentarily pause as a shiver runs through her. "Keep those thoughts for later. Edge has arrived,” I whisper.

Kinsley nods subtly, her eyes flickering toward Nine before returning to the conversation with Rossi.

"So, what are your plans with the house?" Rossi asks. "I wouldn't be opposed to making an offer."

I tense at the suggestion, wondering what the fuck the man is doing.

Kinsley slides a hand over the one I have on her stomach and slips her fingers between mine, squeezing gently to reassure me.

"The house belongs to the Lombardi family. Although I am the current owner, I will be transferring ownership over to Tiberius," she says, her voice barely audible over the chatter from our new guests being disarmed.

Cannon stands in the doorway with his eyes focused on Kinsley. I push away my unease at Rossi's offer and prepare to face the man who wants to take Kinsley away from me. The man who had Jude and Anna killed. The man who wants to take his vengeance out on my woman.

As Edge approaches, I steel myself for the confrontation, determined to protect Kinsley at all costs. I feel the tension in the air as our eyes lock. Kinsley squeezes the life out of my hand and takes a subtle step into my body when Edge stops to the side of Veronica.

"Are we the only guests?" he asks.

"Yes," I respond.

His eyes drop, and he focuses on Kinsley, becoming angry when he notices our intertwined hands on her stomach.

"Kinsley." He holds out a hand. "Cannon Edge."

She releases my hand and takes his. "It's nice to meet you."

Rossi laughs.

What the fuck is wrong with him tonight?

Edge goes rigid and meets my gaze.

Is Edge trying to tell me something? I feel like I’m surrounded by a nest of vipers ready to strike.

"We all know Kinsley is not pleased to be meeting the man who killed her parents," Rossi says.

A tick starts in Edge's jaw, which is a sure sign the man is about to lose his temper.

With Kinsley’s hand still in his, Edge says, "Do not believe everything you are told about me. When we speak privately, you can ask me anything you wish, and I promise on my name, to answer you truthfully." To me, he says, "I hope you can facilitate the meeting. You have my word, no harm will come to Kinsley."

Lost for words, I nod. First, Rossi is either amused or trying to fuck shit up, and now Edge sounds more fucking sincere than I've ever heard him. What the fuck is going on?

"Allow me to introduce you to my brother and sister." Edge moves beside Kinsley. "This is Xavier, the one with the brains, and this is our sister, Cleo."

"Don't I have any brains, brother?" Cleo hisses with a disregarded glance at Kinsley.

Edge mutters something under his breath that Kinsley seems to hear, as she coughs to hide a chuckle.

Xavier takes Kinsley's hand and kisses her knuckles. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

Rossi claps his hands, breaking the awkward silence. "Is there food at this dinner, because I'm starved?"