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not satiated, her center quivered and her nipples went hard as she imagined what that would look like.
    “But when that happens, I want you in my bed,” he said. “Under me.”
    “Take me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Take me and show me what you’ll do to me.”
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    Twenty minutes later, they were in his bedroom. The maid had turned down the bed and in the fireplace that stood across the king-size mattress, orange-red flames crackled in the grate. Beth stood with the fire behind her. Lucio, seated on the bed, leaned back on his hands and watched her. She still had the flush of sex on her cheeks and the anticipation in her face made his cock hard. “Undress.”
    She pivoted on the faux fur rug, turning so her back faced him. She lifted her hands to the knot at the base of her neck. Taking her time, she took the silk ribbons in her fingers and slowly pulled them free of the bow. Then she let the fabric fall to her waist.
    His dick twitched.
    Firelight flickered along her smooth skin, cast shadow and light along the delicate slope of her spine. Madre di Dio . Her skin was creamy, satin soft. Made to be kissed, licked, to have a man’s tongue map every inch and claim every smooth ridge and valley. Blood rushed to his shaft. He had to fight himself not to rise and take her, to instead wait and enjoy the erotic show.
    Turning so he could see her profile, she reached for the zipper at her hip and slowly released its teeth. She held it for a moment, looking at Lucio through her lashes.
    He leaned forward, aware of the hunger on his face. His mouth went dry, his stomach tightened.
    She let the dress slide from her fingers. The silk pooled in a glossy heap at her feet.
    His eyes locked on her delicious ass.
    Beth turned and faced him, wearing nothing but her black stilettos.
    Primal need pushed him to his feet.
    Not taking her gaze from his face, Beth sank to her knees, then rocked back to a sitting position. She kept her gaze on him, and from the way her expressions shifted and changed, he knew she was sensitive to every flicker of emotion on his face. She spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows.
    His focus honed in on her pussy. The muscle at the base of his jaw pulsed, and desire set the blood rushing to his organ. Gesù . She was juicy and pink. Her readiness for him glistened in the soft light.
    Shifting her ass closer to him, she spread her legs wider.
    Coherent thought burned from his mind, and the only image he could form was of her under him, screaming his name as her center rippled and contracted over his cock. He moaned and moved to her. Sinking to face her, positioning himself between her legs, he gripped her ass in his hands, lifted her, and put his mouth on her slick mound. His tongue slipped inside the folds and traced the lines of her sex.
    She arched her back and whispered his name.
    He closed his eyes and, forming a gentle seal over her clit, sucked on the hard button. The shock of pleasure, the rush of sensation lifted her high and hard. The hard nub quivered against his tongue as the muscles of her legs tightened against his jaw. Knowledge that it was his tongue that had her whispering his name made his dick lengthen. It pushed against his boxers. He took the discomfort, revelled in the ache as she ground herself on his mouth and tangled her fingers in his hair.
    The muscles of her ass contracted as she strained for release. He slid his finger in her pussy and was rewarded by her cry of delight. Lucio pleasured her, listening to every sound she made, and when he knew she was close to the edge, he pulled away. Gripping her by the hips, he spun her onto her knees, spread her cheeks, and licked the sweet pink of her rosebud.
    “Lucio!”
    The surprise in her voice ratcheted his excitement, and her delight left him impatient, aching to push her further and let his pleasure mix with hers. He licked her again, laughed as she squirmed under him. “You don’t like this. I can stop—”
    “No!