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for the second time—her body flexed and crumbled in the most delicious, bone-melting, toe-curling pleasure.
This time it drew a matching growl from him.
With her body milking him, he continued to ram into her. His moves were jerkier, uncalibrated. He held her hips with his big hands as he fed every inch of his cock inside her starved pussy. She felt him grow bigger inside her when he finally shattered, shouting her name hoarsely, along with a string of unintelligible Italian words.
Just when she thought she couldn’t have another, he triggered a final orgasm from her.
Afterward, she lay limply beneath his crushing weight, unable to move.
Marathon sex? It sure felt like sexual coma, she thought.
He rested his head on the crook of her neck, trying to catch his breath , waiting for the aftershocks of pleasure to drain from his body.
It only gets better with her. Only with her.
He blinked, trying to come to terms with what he was feeling.
He’d taught himself long ago not to get involved with women, unless it was to fuck.
But what he just shared with her was more than fucking. He didn’t imagine it. Something inside him lost control.
What was she doing to him?
He couldn’t get enough of her.
Right now, even with his dick still buried inside of her, he knew that he’d still want her again.
He got himself too deep.
Get dressed. Now. Leave! his mind told him.
But he couldn’t do it.
He wanted her for himself. For an indefinite period.
He wanted to hold her, be with her, have her every night.
He was having trouble remembering the vow he made on his father’s grave.
No woman would make him lose his wits.
No one did. Until he met her.
Jordana.
Her breathing had returned to normal. She stroked his hair slowly, sensuously. It made him feel so fucking good. Hell, everything about her made him feel too fucking good. Even without the sex, just being with her was enough to make his disposition sunny.
Her arms encircled him. Then, her fingers began to slowly stroke his back.
His cock began to grow hard again.
“I wish this night never ends,” he heard her say.
He stilled when an idea hit him.
She can be his woman.
Emotions need not be involved. They can continue like this until he stopped wanting her. Whenever that was, he didn’t know.
“It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want to,” he replied.
Her stroking stopped. “What are you saying?”
“You can live with me in Rome.”
“Why?” she said, her voice cautious.
“A long-distance affair isn’t feasible. If you say yes, I’ll make the arrangements,” he said, propping up on his arms so he can look down at her.
Her eyes grew guarded.
“Wait, wait…you’re asking me to drop everything—my career, my friends, my life in New York to be with you? In Rome?”
“It’s a workable proposition, if you think about it. I can provide for you while we’re together. Your every whim. You can still model if you want. Milan is just a stone’s throw away from Rome. You’ll have the jet at your disposal if you are feeling homesick. I can buy you anything you want—” he pitched.
She didn’t reply. A few seconds passed before she pushed against his chest. He let her move. She swung her long legs at the side of the bed, her back to him.
“What do you think?”
“You’re buying me again,” she asked quietly, before standing up to pick up her discarded clothing. She put them on before turning to leave.
Lonzo jumped from the bed to run after her.
He yanked her back into his arms before she reached the door. She was avoiding his gaze.
He turned and urged her to look at him, raising her chin with his hand.
“I’m offering you to be my partner, Jordana.”
Those were big words coming from him. He never believed in exclusivity.
She just stared back at him.
“Okay then. Let us negotiate. What do I have to do to induce you to accept this partnership?” he asked bluntly.
Jordana schooled her expression to hide the
This time it drew a matching growl from him.
With her body milking him, he continued to ram into her. His moves were jerkier, uncalibrated. He held her hips with his big hands as he fed every inch of his cock inside her starved pussy. She felt him grow bigger inside her when he finally shattered, shouting her name hoarsely, along with a string of unintelligible Italian words.
Just when she thought she couldn’t have another, he triggered a final orgasm from her.
Afterward, she lay limply beneath his crushing weight, unable to move.
Marathon sex? It sure felt like sexual coma, she thought.
He rested his head on the crook of her neck, trying to catch his breath , waiting for the aftershocks of pleasure to drain from his body.
It only gets better with her. Only with her.
He blinked, trying to come to terms with what he was feeling.
He’d taught himself long ago not to get involved with women, unless it was to fuck.
But what he just shared with her was more than fucking. He didn’t imagine it. Something inside him lost control.
What was she doing to him?
He couldn’t get enough of her.
Right now, even with his dick still buried inside of her, he knew that he’d still want her again.
He got himself too deep.
Get dressed. Now. Leave! his mind told him.
But he couldn’t do it.
He wanted her for himself. For an indefinite period.
He wanted to hold her, be with her, have her every night.
He was having trouble remembering the vow he made on his father’s grave.
No woman would make him lose his wits.
No one did. Until he met her.
Jordana.
Her breathing had returned to normal. She stroked his hair slowly, sensuously. It made him feel so fucking good. Hell, everything about her made him feel too fucking good. Even without the sex, just being with her was enough to make his disposition sunny.
Her arms encircled him. Then, her fingers began to slowly stroke his back.
His cock began to grow hard again.
“I wish this night never ends,” he heard her say.
He stilled when an idea hit him.
She can be his woman.
Emotions need not be involved. They can continue like this until he stopped wanting her. Whenever that was, he didn’t know.
“It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want to,” he replied.
Her stroking stopped. “What are you saying?”
“You can live with me in Rome.”
“Why?” she said, her voice cautious.
“A long-distance affair isn’t feasible. If you say yes, I’ll make the arrangements,” he said, propping up on his arms so he can look down at her.
Her eyes grew guarded.
“Wait, wait…you’re asking me to drop everything—my career, my friends, my life in New York to be with you? In Rome?”
“It’s a workable proposition, if you think about it. I can provide for you while we’re together. Your every whim. You can still model if you want. Milan is just a stone’s throw away from Rome. You’ll have the jet at your disposal if you are feeling homesick. I can buy you anything you want—” he pitched.
She didn’t reply. A few seconds passed before she pushed against his chest. He let her move. She swung her long legs at the side of the bed, her back to him.
“What do you think?”
“You’re buying me again,” she asked quietly, before standing up to pick up her discarded clothing. She put them on before turning to leave.
Lonzo jumped from the bed to run after her.
He yanked her back into his arms before she reached the door. She was avoiding his gaze.
He turned and urged her to look at him, raising her chin with his hand.
“I’m offering you to be my partner, Jordana.”
Those were big words coming from him. He never believed in exclusivity.
She just stared back at him.
“Okay then. Let us negotiate. What do I have to do to induce you to accept this partnership?” he asked bluntly.
Jordana schooled her expression to hide the
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