Chapter 6
Rose
I kept my gaze down, typing away and doing my best to ignore him. The sooner I got my work done, the sooner I could lock myself in my room, away from him. I sucked in a breath and exhaled when his fingers grazed the back of my neck, pushing my hair to the side.
“I can't stop thinking about you, the way you make me feel things. You’re not just beautiful, you’re smart too.” Giovanni paused, “I want to take you out to dinner.”
“Giovanni, I need to finish this.” He sighed and groaned, retracting his fingers. I cursed under my breath when he stepped away to his desk. Secretly, I wanted to bend over this desk and let him have his way with me. Giovanni had some kind of power over me. Just one touch, and I was putty in his hands.
Rose, stop it.
He’s your boss, nothing more.
I looked over my shoulder and gasped at the sight of him. He was loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt. His eyes never left mine when he slid his tie over his head and placed it next to him. His lips twitched as he leaned back in his chair. I quickly looked away and printed off the spreadsheet I'd been working on. I stood up and took the paper from the printer, placing it on his desk.
“Giovanni, I'm done for the day. Have a good evening.” I was frantically trying to get away fast, so I wouldn't see his toned chest. The way his muscles flexed when he reached for his drink. How the tattoos made me want to run my fingers over them.
He flexed his jaw and laced his hands behind his neck. “I'll see you soon, Rose.”
What did he mean by that?
See me soon?
I stepped into my room and blew out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Giovanni was making it so hard to be around him. My nerves escalated when someone knocked on the door. Turning the knob on the door, I cracked it open to come face-to-face with the devil himself.
Giovanni fucking Lucchese.
“Rose,” He leaned in the door and rested his hands on my hips. “You left without dinner, so I was wondering if you want to have dinner with me.”
“But...” He cut me off by pressing his lips on mine. The kiss was the most intense thing I'd ever felt. Giovanni’s stormy eyes locked onto me as his tongue licked my bottom lip. I parted my mouth, granting him access. Giovanni’s tongue intertwined with mine as he deepened the kiss. I knew it was wrong, but in my defense, he kissed me first. I just couldn't bring myself to pull away from him.
“Tonight, Rose, I'm just a friend having dinner with you.” The phrase “just a friend” stung a little, but it's the way it had to be. I could feel his erection grinding against me as he pressed his body to mine.
Could he feel the sexual tension bubbling up between us?
“People who are just friends don't kiss like that,” I argued, trying to find a reason to decline. Anything to get away from the temptation to let him push me against the wall and have his way with me.
“I can have Isabella prepare us some burgers and fries. We can watch Netflix while we eat.”
“Fine, but no funny business.” I was worried about myself, afraid I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him.
A few hours later after we ate our dinner and watched a movie, Giovanni slid his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. He moved a strand of my hair out of my face and whispered, “I want to kiss you so badly right now. Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” I answered.
Our lips were just an inch apart when his phone went off. He answered it, speaking Italian in a heated conversation. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and closed the space between us, claiming my mouth. I felt his slippery tongue probing into my mouth like a nimble little snake, exchanging mutual saliva with me. In the ecstasy of the kiss my clothes had been removed and his big warm palms covered my breasts.
His tongue slid down the neck as well, taking in the pink areola and swirling it back and forth. My loins were sore and swollen, my pussy was bursting with tingling and my whole body was trembling and shaking uncontrollably, the unfamiliar intensity of the pleasure was so intense that I couldn't think straight, convulsing and spitting out more juices.
"Baby do you want more?"