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feet. I enjoyed a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. Especially when I was craving the very same thing.

Chapter Eleven
    Paige
    I told Angelo I wanted him.
    Was that even me talking?
    It was as though I was outside of my body, yet the rush of blood flowing through me echoed the rhythm of my heartbeat. I watched as time seemed to take a pause and my body relaxed in his arms. My ever-present angst fell away, leaving me light on my feet, liberated and full of lust.
    We were out the door, in a cab, and at my apartment building in no time, containing our excitement until I pulled him inside my apartment. Angelo pounced right then. Groaning through a clenched jaw, he kissed the spot behind my ear. My eyelids closed as the sound vibrated through my core. His strong, willful fingers glided through my hair to the base of my neck, then down my neckline until they pause at my collarbone, making me shudder and moan with need.
    “We’re not supposed to do this,” he murmured. “But I don’t care.”
    “What?”
    “Shhhhh. You want me. I want you, and I have since the second I saw you this morning,” he rasped against my ear. “So, I’m going to have you…right now…because you asked.”
    He had barely finished the sentence when he walked me backward to the love seat. My suit jacket came off with the winter coat in a hurry. He turned me around, and a second later his hands were at the back of my waistband, unzipping me as he prepared to relieve me of this skin-tight pencil skirt.
    “Fuck. I already love your sexy ass,” he groaned, running his hands over it. After he peeled the fabric down my hips, he lightly slapped the meaty flesh of my ass cheeks. I jumped from the shock of it, and my knees went weak when I felt his lips kiss the spot.
    I bit my lips and smiled.
    So, he was an ass man.
    Good to know.
    Leaving the rest of my clothes on, he turned me to face him again, and lowered me to the sofa until I was on my back with his full weight pressed between my legs. His lips teased my neck, and his fingers gripped the roots of my hair. I reached my hand up and tugged my hair to the side, loving how his breath permeated my skin and his hot tongue devoured my tender flesh. Arching my back, I pulled him in closer. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, already bucking my hips as his touch ignited me everywhere.
    Angelo lifted up off me, supporting his upper body weight on one arm while the other fumbled with the hem of my top. I used the space to cross my hands and drag the v-neck top up and over my head. With no self-consciousness at all, I unclasped my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders.
    He groaned with lust. “Christ, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out as he stared down at my bare torso.
    The time for talking was long gone. I grasped his shoulders, tugging him toward me to close the distance again. What I wanted was to feel his hands, lips, tongue, and teeth on my body, and to have what was throbbing between his legs so deep inside me I’d forget my own name. Before he completely enveloped me again, he slid his other hand down and cupped my breast with such a feather-light touch, I hissed out his name. He smiled with satisfaction at my raw, unfiltered desire, then lowered his mouth and grazed his tongue over my nipple. That move had me writhing beneath him, with my hands clutched to his ass cheeks for more contact. He lifted off my breasts again, leaving only his fingers to play with one nipple after the other.
    He was enjoying this, making me wait and watching me come undone. I could see it in his eyes. He loved that level of control. As desperate as I found myself becoming, I had to admit a simple truth.
    I loved it too.
    The helplessness.
    The waiting.
    The sensation of being trapped beneath his weight.
    The breathlessness.
    Christ, if Angelo kept this up, I could probably climax just from this over-the-top, must-have, almost unquenchable thirst. My hands were all over him now, and