13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Lorenzo

I’m in my office early, reviewing documents and making calls, but my mind is elsewhere. The anticipation of Daniella’s arrival is a constant undercurrent, a distraction I can’t seem to shake.

At precisely nine a.m., there’s a knock on the door. I know it’s her even before I call out for her to enter.

She steps in, looking poised and determined, dressed in a way that combines professionalism with subtle elegance. She’s wearing a tailored, navy blue pencil skirt that falls just below her knees, paired with a crisp, white blouse that has delicate, lace detailing on the sleeves.

Her outfit is complemented by a pair of classic black pumps, which add a few inches to her height without being too ostentatious.

I don’t know if it is with intention, but her blouse is just sheer enough that I can see the outline of her bra. I wonder if it’s the same black lacy number she had on the other night and my cock stirs.

“Good morning, Lorenzo,” she says, her voice steady.

“Daniella,” I reply, leaning back in my chair and taking her in. “Right on time.”

“Of course, I always take work seriously.”

“And are you ready to begin?”

She nods, her eyes meeting mine with that same fierce determination that I love. “Yes.”

“Very well. Follow me.” I stand and lead her through the labyrinthine hallways of our headquarters, introducing her to key staff members and showing her the various departments. She listens intently, absorbing everything, her curiosity evident.

We reach the operations room, a high-tech space filled with monitors and computers.

“This is where we coordinate all our activities,” I explain. “You’ll start here, assisting with data analysis and communications. It’s critical work and I need someone I can trust.”

“I…hold on, you want me to work here?”

Her eyes go wide and goodness, it takes everything in me not to smile.

“You have a foundation in data compilation and analysis. It’s how you’ve been able to work so well in PR, am I wrong?”

“Well, yes. But I was hoping to work in the club.”

Her poker face is beautifully flawed and if I didn’t already know that she was up to something, this moment would’ve given her away.

“Really.”

“Yes. All my life, I’ve been in the professional space. You can understand why I would want to switch things up a little.”

The large room we are in is empty except for the hum of computers and her reflection in the mirrored glass walls. I take a step toward her.

“You’ve been to my club. You’ve seen the women there,” I look her up and down in her buttoned-up shirt and skirt and heels.

“You really believe you’d fit in there?”

“I can fit in anywhere. It’s a talent of mine.”

I take another step toward her, and she takes one back. I take another and again, she retreats.

“You’re trying so hard to step into my world. Do you know what my world does to pretty girls like you?”

I raise my hand and trail my fingers down her cheek and neck. I enjoy the sight of goosebumps erupting on her flesh.

“It chews you up and spits you out. You can’t even be in close quarters with me without shaking. Everything you’re feeling is on your face: Your fear, your excitement, your arousal.”

My hands SLIP farther down her neck until I’m at the opening of her shirt, where there’s the tiniest bit of cleavage visible. I wonder if she’s even breathing because she is standing so still, watching my hand.

I continue trailing the finger down, over her breast and I feel her nipple harden under my wandering finger.

Fuck. This is a dangerous game I’m playing.

I’m towering over her, pressed into her as she is pressed against a table.

“Careful what you ask for.”

I drop my hand and turn around.

I’m walking to the door when her reflection stops me. She is taking off her jacket and tossing it to the ground. Without the jacket, I can see that the blouse is just a sleeveless number.

“I know what I want.”

Her voice is soft, and I turn around to face her, and she’s unbuttoning her shirt.

“And what’s that?”

“Right now—you.”

I rub my hand over my jaw as I watch her undo the rest of the buttons, and then she’s standing in front of me, stripped down to her slinky black thong and her bra. I was right. It is the charming little lacy bra from the other night.

“Are you just going to stand there looking?”

“Yes.”

She moves away from the table and walks over to where I’m standing.

“What do you want Lorenzo?”

She’s so close to me, but she isn’t touching me. It doesn’t stop me from feeling like my entire body has been set on fire.

I want to see everything, the perfectly pink tips of her breasts, the freckles scattered over her shoulders, the tiny little tattoo of a D, right in the valley between her breasts. I make a note to ask her why she placed it just there, where it’s secret and hidden.

“Take your underwear off.”

“Take them off yourself.”

I snake one arm around her and pull her to me. She lands with a stifled sound of surprise on my chest. I look in her eyes for any signs of hesitation, but I find none.

With one flick of my wrist, I unhook her bra. I pull the straps down her arms, and it falls at our feet. My eyes dip down to her naked breasts pressed against my chest, and it’s my turn to lose my breath.

My palm looks almost ridiculously big on her body as I slide one down, cupping a breast. She throws her head back and sighs.

“Fucking beautiful.”

When I pinch the already hard bud between my fingers, she spasms in my arms and lets out a moan that causes my dick to twitch in turn.

“That feels so good.”

“Tell me what else feels good.”

She takes my other hand and guides it to her pussy. She’s already dripping wet for me.

Fuck.

I pick up a remote from the table and press a button. The glass sides of the room turn opaque. Nobody will see her like this except me.

I lift her by the waist and set her atop the table, then I slide the thong down her legs, fist it into a ball, and press it to my nose, all the while looking at her. I push the thong into my pocket and part her thighs.

“Been dreaming of this since you walked out of the club last week.”

“That’s your fault,” she chides. “You made it clear we were just discussing business.”

I smile and trail my finger over her clit. She sighs and arches her back. She’s so wet, I don’t need any other lubrication for my finger to slip in. The moan draws out of her long and deep.

“Right there, fuck. Don’t stop.”

I lick the side of her neck, fisting her breasts in my free hand and twisting her nipples one at a time.

“Good girl, go on, take what you need. Ride my fingers.”

I don’t have to tell her twice. She starts to roll her hips and she clings onto me for dear life even as I feel her tighten around my fingers even more. It is the beginning of what is sure to be an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Faster, please.”

“Oh, she begs. I’ve trained you well, Tesoro .”

She takes hold of my hand and I let her control the motion for a while before taking it away and sucking on my fingers.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re coming apart in my arms.”

“Please,” she pleads. “I’m so close. More. I’m not finished.”

Before she can finish, I drop down and lift her legs to my shoulders, licking her up, front to back. She nearly comes off the table and then she takes a fistful of my hair and pulls.

“I’m going to…”

My tongue is thrusting in and out before she can make a full sentence and it is just as well because she comes with crashing force. I get up and take her lips in a rough, biting kiss, the taste of her sweet on my tongue.

I hold her steady as she shakes and slowly comes down from her high. I drop a kiss on her shoulder and let her go.

“Where are you going?’ she asks languidly.

I go back to where her clothes are littered on the floor, and I pick them up. My cock is throbbing in my pants, but this is neither the place nor the time for all the things I want to do to her.

I can feel her eyes on me as I hand the bra to her first and after she puts that on, the blouse, then the skirt. The panties remain with me.

“I can handle myself,” she says. If she did that just to prove that she can handle herself then…point taken.

“The real work starts tonight,” I tell her, reaching out to place my hand on her cheek. “That was just the beginning.”