The Gentleman

ROSE

Before I knew it, I was on the bed.

His hips pressed against mine, a warning. I could feel his hardness against my core, and it made me gulp. He had a dark smirk on his face.

His hands found their way between my folds. “You’re more than ready,” he said.

“I’ll never get used to your tongue,” I mumbled to myself.

“Really?” My cheeks flushed as I realized the double entendre of my words.

I shook my head, looking up at him. His eyes were dark, intense. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, pausing as his scent filled my senses. “I meant...you’re...blunt.”

He laughed, a low, dark sound. Then he inhaled sharply, his gaze growing even darker as I ran my fingers over the bulge in his trousers. “Keep doing that and I’ll make this a long night for you.”

He leaned in to kiss me again, his lips brushing against mine before parting them, his tongue seeking mine.

Our tongues danced together as his hands explored my body, the fabric of his clothes rubbing against my bare skin.

Impatient, I fumbled with his buttons, pulling him closer. He made a sound in the back of his throat and shrugged off his clothes.

I ran my hands over his muscular arms, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. When I looked up, he was already watching me, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

He lifted my chin with his finger. “Apri le gambe.”

“You speak Ita—”

I gasped as he pulled me on top of him, his boxers the only thing separating my core from his hard erection.

“Si, tesoro,” he said, rocking my hips back and forth. The friction sent waves of heat through me.

His strong grip held me in place as I let my hands roam over his chiseled abs. The intensity of being on top made my cheeks flush.

He lifted my hips and freed his sheathed member, the tip prodding at my entrance.

I shivered. He was big, and the memory of the sting between my legs was proof. I looked into his eyes and saw amusement in his smile.

“You’ll survive; my size didn’t kill you the first time.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “You’re impossible.”

He hummed in response, his fingers finding my core again. I arched my back, almost sliding down onto his length.

His thumb grazed my swollen nub, sending warmth through me. My opening clenched around the tip of his cock.

My eyes flew open, my gasp mixing with his husky voice. “You’re stunning,” he said, running his fingers down my cheek.

My heart pounded in my chest, a strange sensation spreading through me.

Ignoring the feelings threatening to overwhelm me, I lowered myself onto his erection. The combination of his thumb and the pressure inside me was intense, my core tightening.

His other hand traced a path down my back. “All of it, Rose,” he growled.

I realized then that he hadn’t used his full length the first time. The pressure, the curve of his cock...it was almost too much. I wanted it to be too much.

So, I relaxed my thighs, moving up and down his length as he continued to tease my folds.

With each movement, I took more of him inside me, until he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I cursed, his hands setting a sinful rhythm as he lifted my hips and then pushed me back down.

“Leave the cursing to me, baby,” he said, quickening the pace. I moaned in response.

My mouth fell open as each stroke of his cock hit deeper than the last. The pleasure was almost painful. Our breaths mingled as our lips met in a heated kiss.

He growled, the vibrations teasing my lips as we moved together.

I cupped his jaw, his teeth grazing my lip before he soothed the sting with his tongue.

I leaned back, my hips moving faster than his hands as I teetered on the edge of orgasm.

“Daniel,” I called his name, not knowing why.

“Merde. Merde, merde, merde,” he groaned, thrusting up into me. His jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto mine as he came, sending me over the edge with one final thrust.

I collapsed onto his chest, my thighs quivering around his length. The sensation spread to the tips of my toes.

He flipped us over, trapping me beneath him. He gently moved my hair off my damp forehead, his eyes searching mine before he leaned in to kiss me.

But then he stopped, his lips just a breath away from mine.

“What is it? What are you scared of?”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

The silence was heavy. Then he spoke, his voice deep. “Sei la mia, tesoro.” I’d written enough novels to know what that meant.

Before I could think too much about it, he kissed me again. Hard and fast. He was insatiable, and it was hot, with a hint of something more.

He pulled back, kissing the nape of my neck. He pulled me against him, his arm around my waist. He tightened his hold for a moment. “Go to sleep, Rose.”

I let my confusion go and relaxed against him, knowing I’d have to leave before he woke up. As I drifted off to sleep, I made a decision.

I was going to leave my number.

***

“You look like you’ve been through hell and back,” Melinda said, her eyes focused on my face.

I didn’t have the patience for my manager’s antics. I gave her a sweet smile, which disappeared as soon as I turned away.

One day, I’ll tell her.

I paused, my gaze landing on his office. I caught a glimpse of his crisp white shirt and perfectly styled hair. It was a stark contrast to the wild, tousled locks I’d tangled my fingers in just last night.

I shuffled into my office, the dull ache between my thighs now a pulsing reminder. As if it was second nature, I wound the scarf around my face, securing it tightly at the back of my head.

With a sigh, I sank into my chair, my fingers flying over the keys as I worked on my manuscript. I bit my lip, letting my mind wander back to the previous night, my words vividly recreating the intimate dance of our bodies.

The heat of skin on skin…

Breathless gasps…

“Sei la mia, tesoro,”

My eyebrows shot up at the words I’d just typed. I let out a scoff, my eyes lingering on the familiar phrase, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth.

I’ll delete it before I submit it.

I will.

Time slipped away as I typed, deleted, and retyped. I stretched my neck, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension.

A chime from my phone broke my concentration. My face flushed at the sight of the name on the screen.

Daniel.

Another chime echoed in the quiet office, but my screen was blank. I swiped at my phone, my mind spinning.

My breath hitched as my gaze landed on the pair of leather shoes in the doorway.

I didn’t want to look up. I couldn’t.

I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his; his eyebrows were furrowed in a stern expression.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.”

***

So, what do you think? Does Daniel know? Or is he in the dark? Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t? ;)

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With love,

Laila.