Page 124 of Vows of Blood

“Fuck yes.” He growls, and then he's rising, lifting me onto his desk in one smooth motion.

Papers scatter, but neither of us moves to catch them, too caught up in this little game we like to play.

"This look," he murmurs, his fingers tracing up my thigh, pushing the hem of my skirt higher. "It drives me insane."

I smirk, arching my back, making sure my cleavage looks great as he stares down my blouse, my fingers rising to open another button until my lacy, sheer bra is on display. "That's the idea."

"Minx." He kisses me, deep and thorough, his hands continuing their journey north searching for the edge of my underwear. "You've been teasing me all day."

His fingers keep going until he reaches my skirt, then slides lower again, a frown marring his face as he keeps searching for my underwear.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Then a slow smile creeps across his face as he realizes what the problem is.

I’m not wearing any.

"You’re a fucking liar." He nips at my bottom lip. "Crossing and uncrossing your legs during the meeting. Bending over to pick up that pen. Licking your lips every time I look at you." He runs his hands along the inside of my thigh, cursing, and his fingers find me wet and ready for him. “And all that time, no fucking panties.”

I gasp, head falling back as he presses one finger, then two inside me with no preamble.

"I forgot."

He shakes his head, his thumb swiping over my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out.

"No. It's a deliberate provocation." He hooks his arms under my knees and yanks me forward, bringing my ass right to the edge of the table. "And now you're going to pay for it."

He drops to his knees.

Looking down at him, the most powerful man I know, kneeling before me, warmth spreads through me.

"Luca..."

"Quiet." His hands push my thighs apart, and he lifts my legs over his shoulders, roughly shoving my skirt higher and exposing me completely. His breath is hot against my center as he speaks. "I'm busy worshipping my wife."

His hot mouth finds me, and I fall back against the desk, scattering more pens. His tongue works me with devastating precision, and I fist my hands in his hair, holding on as the pleasure builds.

“Luca, I can’t…”

This is who we are now.

Luca Calvano runs an empire during the day, and brings me, his devoted wife, to the edge of madness at night, while I help him find healthy and very satisfying ways of releasing his anger and stress.

And somehow, impossibly, we've built a beautiful life together out of the ashes of everything we lost the first time around.

When I shatter, crying out his name, he doesn't stop, wringing every last tremor from my body before finally rising to his feet and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looms over me, one hand on either side of my head, and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

"Impressive," I manage, still breathless.

"I have my moments." He pulls me upright, gathering me in his strong arms, and I feel his heart beating strong and steady beneath my cheek. Reaching down between us, I find his belt and slide it open.

"I love you," I whisper.

"Fuck," he moans as I slide my hand inside his pants and stroke him, loving the feel of his velvety hardness in my palm. “You’re going to make me late.”

I glance at the clock; his next appointment, a very irate actor who’s been called in to address his escalating outstanding debts, will be here any minute.

Fuck him.