The Fabrizio Bride

  “What do you want?”

  He pulled back then rocked forward another inch. “I’m going to New York on business for a month. I want you to visit me. For a weekend, for the day, it doesn’t matter. I just want you to come.”

  The breath left her in a shaky laugh that turned into a moan as he pulled out again. “Believe me, that won’t be a problem.”

  He stilled. “Please, Elena.”

  She looked at him, eyes filled with need, and he almost relented, his urge to please her more than he could stand. He kissed along the crook of her neck to her ear.

  Her lips reached for his. “Okay. One night in New York. I promise.”

  He grasped her head and deepened the kiss as satisfaction welled within. She didn’t realize the concession she’d made. With fierce pleasure, he thrust inside her to the hilt, hitting her sweet spot. On the fifth thrust, she shattered around him, pulling him along soon after.

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