Damaged Goods
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ADULT EXCERPT

When I turned back around, he stood inches away. He framed my face and dropped a kiss on my forehead. “Even if the cameras hadn’t found you in the crowd, I honestly believe I would have.”

“Do you?”

“On an ordinary woman, this black pantsuit would’ve caused a person to fade into the layers of people, but you stood out like the camera’s lens brought you into 3D focus,” he said softly, picking up one of my curls and watching as if mesmerized when it latched around his finger.

Swiftly, I moved away. “I’ll just…”

“What? Run? Walk away because I want more than a quick roll across your mattress?”

He stalked forward, and I backed up against the dining room table. My hips were parallel to the furniture, and I had nowhere to turn or any way of escaping once he placed his palms flat against the smooth top.

“You’re going to bite off more than you can chew.”

“I don’t think so,” he said. “If anything, Suzy, I’m going to keep coming back for a full course meal.”

“Marco,” I hummed against his lips when his forehead met mine.

“Suzy,” he whispered. “Don’t let me have your body unless you’ll allow me to touch your heart.”

I took a deep breath. I could feel his erection pressed against my thigh. God help me, I wanted to take a chance on this man. I already made so many changes to please him, and why? Because he pointed out the obvious or because he made simple suggestions and I wanted nothing more than to please him since the first day we met?

He nipped at my jaw and chin, working his way across my cheek and up to my ear. “Let me have you, Suzy. Let me have you for longer than one night.”

My arms looped around his neck, and I pulled him to me. My lips took his lips as he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me against his upper chest.

He released a guttural growl when my breasts mashed against him. His fingers dipped into the low neckline of my blouse, unhooking the buttons as he worked from top to bottom and then helped me out of the jacket and shirt at the same time. Unexpectedly, when the material dropped, so did his head. He teased and tweaked my concealed nipple until I whimpered, pleasure ripping through my body, spiraling up and down my spine until every nerve ending burned for a magnetizing touch.

My hands went to his belt. Cupping my neck, he looked into my eyes and with a raspy tone, he asked, “Did I tell you to unhook my belt?”

“No, but you obviously want me to,” I said, patting his cock and breathing heavy against his ear, licking his neck and kissing across the exposed upper area of his chest.

He held my wrists. “Suzy, no,” he said. “Right now, this is about your pleasure, not mine.”

“I’ll find my pleasure,” I assured him, popping kisses across his face and neck. “Trust me. I always find it.”

Firmly, he pulled my arms away from him and he held them clasped behind my back, pushing me onto the table and then working with one hand to unfasten my pants. His mouth moved circles around my lace bra, his lips numbing one nipple and then moving to the other.

“Marco,” I begged. “Let me touch you.”

He pushed the placemats out of the way and returned his attention to me in a flash, stripping pants away from hips and then complimenting my thong.

“Beautiful,” he said, staring at the white lace material covering me and then nipping the little pink bow strategically sewn parallel to a woman’s very favorite intimate button.

He licked through the material and another whimper escaped my lips. “Relax,” he said, locking my ankles behind his back and then unhooking his belt, making a show out of discarding it.

When he unzipped his pants, I trembled. The knowledge of seeing him undressed for the first time drove my lust forward. His hands dropped to my hips, and he drew me up, away from the cold, flat surface of the table.

He reached behind my back and unhooked the bra. Gently, he fingered the straps across my shoulders and then slid them down my arms so deliberately that I held the cups against my breasts.

“Let me see you,” he growled. “I want to see and feel all of you.”

Reluctant for show, I released the material. “Better?” I teased.

“You better believe it,” he whispered, capturing a nipple between his teeth and pulling as his tongue flattened against the nub.

He gazed into my eyes as he licked, the evidence found there showcased the desire of a man fully capable of loving a woman, and something else lingered, too. A controlled lover, a man who may have been twenty years my junior, but possessed the skills and knowledge to bring a woman to her knees.

My legs splayed, and he worked his palm against the sweltering heat forming in my wet pussy. The ball of his hand rotated around and around, circling my mound until I feared coming without penetration, without his fingers or his tongue, or better still, his hard cock.

Snapping my legs closed, I cried out, “No, wait!”

“No waiting,” he said, placing a tender kiss on my thigh. “Not this time.”

He pushed my legs apart, and I did what any woman about to lose all control might do. I leaned back on the table and decided to do precisely as I was told, something quite new to me, but apparently not to Marco Giovanni. Oh no, I had a feeling he wasn’t as green as his age suggested. He’d worked on a woman once or twice in his life, and God help me, he knew how to treat a girl right.