Dirty Seduction

He smiles the most beautiful smile and kisses my forehead. “I love a woman who speaks her mind. I’m glad you stuck up for yourself. You have no idea how many people just want to kiss my ass all day. I can’t even remember the last time anyone had the guts to say ‘fuck you’ to me.”

“I’m so sorry I got everything wrong.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I can easily see how it didn’t look like a business dinner.”

“Not in the dress she was wearing,” I can’t help but add.

He laughs. “She really can’t take a hint, but I’m pretty sure she understands everything now.”

“I’m sorry you lost the deal with her. I hope you didn’t lose much.”

He swats the air like it’s no big deal at all. “Please don’t worry about that. It’s nothing.”

I rest my hand over him, holding him against me as I lean my face into him.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asks quietly.

“About you being gorgeous? Yes, I meant that.”

He gives me a sweet smile but doesn’t let me off the hook. “Thank you, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Are you a virgin who’s in love with me?”

“Is it okay if I am?” I ask instead of answering.

The sexy grin he gives me has me practically squirming in my seat.

“It’s more than okay. You have no idea how much it would mean to me to hear you say it’s true.”

I look into his dark eyes and tell him everything.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Mr. Mancini. I couldn’t bring myself to date anyone else. All I’ve ever wanted is you.”

“My sweet girl,” he says, bringing his mouth close to mine. “Don’t you think it’s about time you started calling me by my first name?”

I can’t help but smile, before saying “Anthony” softly against his lips.

“Tony,” he says. “Just call me Tony,” but before I can, his mouth is on me and nothing else matters.

There’s a desperation to this kiss that wasn’t there earlier. It’s as if he thinks he might lose me at any second like he never wants to let me go. It’s rough and passionate and has my panties soaked in seconds. He sucks and nibbles on my lips, drawing my bottom one into his mouth before scraping his teeth over it. Shivers run up and down my spine, and I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t cum soon.

When he pulls away, we’re both left gasping. I cling to his shoulders, wanting and needing him closer but the car’s not big enough for what all I want.

“I need you,” I say, and he smiles when I clutch fistfuls of his suit jacket, trying to pull him closer.

“I need you too, more than you can know, but I’m not fucking you until I can have you forever.”

When he sees my shocked look, he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his fingers caress my skin along the way. “Does that scare you?” “No,” I say.

“I don’t just want a fling with you. I want all of you. I need all of you.

And once I have it, I won’t ever be able to let it go.” “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Sara is leaving for her grandparents tomorrow. She wants to spend time with them before she leaves. Come over after she leaves. I’ll clear my schedule. You can decide what you want then.”

“I already know what I want,” I say, reaching up to run my hands through his thick hair.

“Tomorrow,” he says again, and I know there’s no budging him. “Your parents will be worried if you don’t go home tonight, and if you’re going to stay with me, I’d rather be fucking you instead of trying to calm your parents down over the phone.”

He has a point, but I don’t like it. I bring my lips back to his, wanting him to feel how much I need him right now. When I run my tongue along him, he lets out a deep groan that has me trying to undo the buttons on his shirt. God, he looks so damn sexy in this suit, but I want it off.

When he stills my hand, I give his bottom lip a soft bite in warning. I feel his mouth smile against mine, but he doesn’t let my hands go.

“I can’t wait until tomorrow,” I whimper against his lips.

“You’ve waited 18 years,” he reminds me.

“Exactly! I can’t take any more.”

He holds my face in his hands and gently kisses my jaw.

“Does my sweet girl need to cum,” he murmurs against my skin in between kisses.

“God, yes,” I moan.

“Good, because I can’t get the taste of your pussy out of my mind.”

Pleasure races over me at the sound of his words. Before I can even react, he’s out of the car and headed to my side. He looks like a man possessed, and I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life. The suit hugs his body, accentuating his broad shoulders and slim, firm waist, and his long legs make quick work of the distance.

He opens my door and grabs my hand, pulling me up as if I weigh nothing. I don’t know what he has planned, but I know I want it!