Chapter 30 #2
They were the mark of a new era in the world of the elite, and this one in particular was a cocktail party celebrating the expansion of a designer’s clothing line into menswear atelier.
He’d be giving a preview of his new collection before New York Fashion Week to the attendees and pre-selling his designs so they could be the first to wear the pieces.
All of the money earned at the celebration would be donated to a charity of his choosing, one that was most near and dear to his heart.
“That’s right. I forgot you know all about it.
” He snapped his fingers, probably thinking to himself how Capri had told me previously.
“I sincerely doubt Carmine or any of my brothers will be going, considering I already got strict orders to make sure I walk the red carpet, so our family is represented at the event.”
“Do you usually go to these things?”
“Oh, yeah. Different causes, but otherwise, they’re all the same.” His tone was bored, clipped, as he seemingly would have rather talked about anything else.
My eyes flared. “Not this time.” We weren’t going to let this be the same as all of the others. Plus, Marco deserved to have a little fun if he felt forced to attend. He may as well have made the most out of it, and I’d make sure we did that.
Looking around, he questioned jokingly, “Where’s the crystal ball you’re using to tell me that?”
I shook my head. “I’m going, so it’s already different than usual.”
He gasped, gently pushing my hair down my back instead of over my shoulder like it had been. “Don’t tell me someone has already asked you.”
“Dumbass. Aren’t you going to ask me?”
“I could, but no pressure. If you go, you do me a favor, and if you don’t go, you do me two.”
Making an effort to get off his lap, I went to roll onto the seat beside us. “On second thought, I’m sure I could get in some other way.”
Pulling me back to him and making sure I stayed on top of him, he made my efforts all for naught. “Supposedly, breaking in is all the rage.”
“I had a key card,” I returned with sass.
“That you obtained legally?”
“What does that matter?”
For a second, we just sat, staring at each other until he sliced through the silence. “You know, I heard from Maria Morelli.”
Now that was what I wanted to hear. Hopefully, it stayed that way, and Maria had good news to share with Marco, which was why she had been reaching out.
She didn’t peg me as the type to make careless decisions, so I had held out hope she would make the right one here.
“What did she have to say?” I tried not to give anything away, offering him nothing more than a blank expression.
His eyes roamed over my face. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he wasn’t going to find it. “She’s going to sell the publication to me.”
“Sounds like she’s a very smart woman.”
“Could be, but I’m thinking I’m looking at an even smarter one.”
I may have stuck my nose where it didn’t belong, but I did so for a good reason.
Whether it changed anything, I wasn’t sure.
Even if I did help in persuading her, this was all Marco.
It was his ideas and his brother’s confidence in him that got him this far.
I wasn’t about to take that away from him.
“Who, me?” I feigned innocence. I had a feeling he suspected my interference, but I wasn’t about to confirm it.
“What do I have to do with any of this?”
He laid a gentle kiss on my lips. “Thank you for talking to her,” he said simply, the words ringing in the air like church bells. This was the start of a business union between him and Maria, and it was a time of joy.
I followed the chiseled planes and angles of his face with my fingers. “You, Sparky, got the short end of the stick as far as your family’s legacy is concerned. I was just making sure things were more even going forward.”
“I don’t think that will ever be the case, but this definitely makes it better.”
It was a start, he was right about that. Now he had me, though, and we were going to make sure he never felt like a pawn again. I’d spend the rest of my life going toe to toe with his father if that was what it took.
Just as I was about to reply, I felt movement in my belly. The baby. She was kicking. She wanted to make herself known. “Want to feel the baby kick?” I asked, not giving him a chance to answer as I grabbed his hand from behind me and brought it to the exact spot.
He swallowed, his eyes widening as the corners of his lips curled up. “Has she been doing that often?” Excitement entered his voice, and it made butterflies fill me.
“No.” Tears welled in my eyes.
He nodded. “Thank you for letting me experience that with you.”
“I want you to experience everything with me.” My voice cracked, and I blinked back the tears, not wanting to miss a moment of this with Marco. Of anything with him.
“Everything, huh?” he echoed, kissing each cheek and then the corners of my mouth.
Drawing my lips into my mouth, I hummed my excitement. “Mmhmm.”
With one hand on the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down, my other hand reached in to free his erection.
His shaft was hard as my fingers wrapped around it, and I shifted and gently lowered myself, leaning forward to wet the head with my tongue.
I didn’t give much thought to it before, but I supposed I shouldn’t have expected anything less.
His cock was thick and long, and I didn’t doubt my eyes would water if I tried to take in all of him.
“What are you doing?” he groaned, his voice coming out almost breathless. His hand flew in my hair as he fisted his hand around my hair and pulled on it. “Brooklyn…” Pleasure skimmed the edges of his features, and my heart swelled.
Before he pulled me completely off him, I kissed the tip, letting my open lips linger before leaving with a quick swipe of my tongue to let the taste of his salty pre-cum linger in my mouth.
My nipples were overly sensitive anyway these days, but just from doing that, they were hard, my body burning with the desire to feel him inside me. Filling me up like I knew he would.
Without notice, he yanked at my shirt, pulling it apart, buttons flying as he got rid of the biggest barrier between us.
I hummed my approval as he sucked on my bud, moisture pooling between my legs as my veins throbbed. “Marco, please.”
His hands moved down my body, finding and shredding the fabric of my panties with ease as they parted open, falling apart in his lap.
“I’m clean,” he guaranteed, reaching between us and resting his hands on my cheeks as his thumbs moved to brush the sweat-slicked hair away from my eyes and out of my face.
“Me too,” I answered softly, but with an urgency I didn’t know I could possess.
I clung to his shoulders, anticipating his next move, leaning my head down so I could lay a gentle kiss on his shoulder. It was the opposite of how I would have described the way he raised me with seemingly no effort and entered me in one thrust, filling me to the hilt immediately.
I gasped, my vision blurring for a moment before coming back.
“You okay?” he asked, giving me a second to adjust to him before continuing.
Was I okay?
I felt—
I felt—
The best I’d ever felt.
His warmth was all I needed.
I didn’t need oxygen.
I needed him.
Inside me.
Us. As one.
I nodded, and it was all he needed to hold my hips as he lifted me slightly before slamming me down again, his hard cock filling me up. Again and again and again.
My head fell back.
My back completely arched.
My toes tingled.
My chest heaved.
Taking over, I moved up and down, pounding myself on him. First slow, then fast, and now hard.
He pinched my clit, and a loud, aggressive moan erupted from me. It lasted longer than I expected, but it was Marco’s words that had my orgasm slamming into me. “Look down, baby. You’re soaking us. You want to lick your cum off my cock after?”
When the aftershocks began to wear off, he gently moved us and put me in the position he wanted me in. On all fours, I felt the cool leather couch.
A chill of excitement washed over me, and I felt myself getting wet again. I’d never experienced this much need. It was wild how my body reacted to him, how badly it craved him. My body was practically pulsing, my clit swollen and sensitive, ready for him to enter me again.
Petting my hair, he pulled it all together and put it to one side as he placed a chaste kiss on my back. It was the softness before I pushed myself against him and he gave into what I wanted, thrusting into me.
I dug my fingers into the leather, sincerely wondering if I was going to rip it, but not giving it any more thought than that, and certainly not caring.
How could I have when I didn’t have time to dwell on much as I went breathless, his relentless pounding doing me in?
The only sound that crescendoed through the house was flesh slapping against flesh and my wetness.
“Do you hear that?” Marco asked, his deep voice flowing through my bloodstream, interrupting things. “We make beautiful, filthy music together.”
Caressing my clit with one hand, he rolled my nipple in his other, slamming into me before retreating.
Once more. La.
Twice more. La.
Three times over again. Laaaa.
Stars detonated behind my eyes as another orgasm hit me.
Heat from Marco’s own release flooded through me, but I couldn’t pay much more attention to it as more stars appeared.