~Alessia~
The merger meeting was intense, a high-stakes dance of numbers and egos. I sat beside Lorenzo, scribbling notes, my pen flying across the page.
He dominated the room, his voice baritone as he countered the other side's demands.
"Your projections are optimistic at best," he said, leaning forward. "Show me hard data, or we walk."
The rival exec, a smug guy named Carter, smirked. "Morano, you're overreaching. Our terms are fair."
"Fair? You're lowballing us by twenty percent. Please try again."
I glanced at him, my heart racing... not just from the deal but from the way his jaw flexed, his intensity electric.
Carter pushed back, but Lorenzo held firm, and by the end, we had a tentative deal.
As the room cleared, he pushed close, whispering, "Good work today, Alessia. You kept up."
I smiled, warmth spreading. "Thanks, Mr Morano. You were truly… commanding."
"I know." His lips twitched. "But keep looking at me like that, and we won't make it to the suite."
"Promises, promises." I laughed...
Back at the hotel, the suite felt like a sanctuary after the day's chaos. I can't really call this a business trip, but more of a vacation for me and Lorenzo... especially for me.
I guess this is how he would make up for the past six years of him not noticing me. No wonder ladies are all over him, he was too sweet.
"What now, Mr. Morano?" I asked as we stepped into the room.
"Now, we celebrate." His eyes darkened, and he pulled me toward the bathroom.
The shower was already steaming, the glass door fogging up. He tugged my blouse off, then my suit pants, leaving me in pink lace lingerie.
"Ren, what's the plan?" I asked, half-laughing as he shed his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest.
"Something new." He reached for a red silk scarf from his suitcase, his eyes locked on mine. "Trust me?"
"Always." I nodded, my pulse spiking.
He tied the scarf around my wrists, binding them loosely, then guided me into the shower, the warm water cascading over us.
He pinned my bound hands above my head against the tiles, kissing me, his tongue claiming mine.
"You're mine tonight," he murmured, his free hand going down to my panties, tugging them off. I gasped as the water hit my skin, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow circles.
"Yeah… please," I whimpered, the restraint heightening every sensation.
He knelt, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, his tongue teasing my folds, slow and torturous, making me squirm.
"Patience, baby girl," he said, sucking gently, his fingers sliding inside, curling around.
The combination of the scarf, water, and his touch sent me spiraling, my moans echoing in the steam.
"Harder!" I begged, my bound hands tugging uselessly.
He intensified, his tongue flicking faster, fingers pumping, until I yelled his name, my whole body trembling. He stood, kissing me, the taste of my pussy on his lips... then turned me around, pressing my hands to the wall.
He entered me from behind, deep, and fucking me harder. Twenty minutes down, he finally pulled out just before his release, pouring his warm thick semen on my back.
We dried off, wrapped in towels, still buzzing. "You liked it?" he suddenly asked, smirking, pulling me close.
I smiled like a fool, but then my phone buzzed on the counter.
I glanced at it... a text from my brother Adams: "Why are you in New York with Lorenzo? We need to talk when you get back."
My heart raced, panic creeping in as I realized our secret might not be safe anymore...
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~Lorenzo~
The flight back from New York was quiet, but Alessia's unease was loud. Her phone had buzzed with that text from Adams and it had thrown her off.
She stared out the plane window, her fingers twisting in her lap.
I wanted to ask, but I held back, my own thoughts a mess as well. Her brother's suspicion could ruin everything, and I wasn't ready to face that.
"You okay?" I asked finally.
She glanced at me, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just about… Adams texts. He asked why I'm with you in New York."
"What'd you tell him?"
"I said it's just... work," she said, her voice shaky. "He doesn't know anything, Ren. I lied about the details."
"Good," I said, but her lie sat heavy within me. Adams was protective, and if he sniffed out our deal, it'd be a mess. "Keep it that way."
She nodded, but her eyes were distant. "He's just being a big brother, right?"
"Maybe... Let's just keep this clean, Alessia. No slip-ups."
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Back at the penthouse, I retreated to my study, diving into reports to distract myself. The audit issue from last night nagged at me... personal expenses flagged, nothing major, but enough to raise eyebrows.
I needed to stay focused, but Alessia's presence was a constant pull that I couldn't ignore no matter what. Her scent stuck in my head.
Speaking of the devil... the door opened, and she stepped in, wearing a black lace lingerie set that stopped my heart. Not again this girl!
"Thought you could use a break," she said, her voice teasing but soft.
"No Alessia, we can't do anything."
"Huh," she raised a brow, clearly stunned. "Why not, Lorenzo?"
I crossed to her, my hands wrapped around her tiny waist. "Listen to me, I adore your body but we need to put a stop to this for now."
"No Ren, we are not stopping anything. Or don't you find me attractive anymore?"
"I fucking do, Alessia! You have no idea how much I'm holding myself right now not to touch you."
"Then don't!" She snapped back. "I will continue to honor our deal but do not stop touching me."
Without thinking, I kissed her. But almost immediately my mouth touched hers, a sharp pain hit my chest. I froze, masking it as I gently pulled her away from my embrace.
"Just… overexertion," I said, brushing off her sudden worried look.
Her brows furrowed, concern clear. "Ren, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I lied, but her eyes didn't leave mine as I quickly walked out of the study and hurried to my room...