Athena
“Gonzalez!”
Here we go again. Another day. Another set of troubles set before me by the one and only Devil himself. The man of the hour who currently had thirteen murders to his name in the past two months.
Give it up everybody for Luciano Moretti!
I gripped the edge of the desk, staring at the computer screen. Oh, I was fucked. He’d asked me to type a damned report on some meeting we attended days ago. All I had was my scattered notes from that day. If he wanted minutes, he had a fucking secretary for that. But damn I could swear that ever since I came into his company, Miss Jane, his secretary, has been reigning like some washed-out queen.
I literally did all her job plus mine!
And now I had to submit some shitty report that I had been asked to type thirty minutes ago and all I had was a few lines and a doodle of a Luciano gasping for air as he sinks into oblivion. Pretty detailed if you asked me.
“Gonzalez!” Luciano’s voice permeated through the room again and I sighed, glancing behind me to see his stern face through the open door. For some reason, reasons unknown to me, he insisted I worked with my door open today.
That meant no more secret calls with Frederick because the door acted as a soundproof barrier. It also meant he could see me more clearly, it was a good thing my back was to him because he could have seen all my doodles of him dying. The one way I reminded myself daily of my only purpose for now.
Get the evidence, end Luciano.
It seemed I’d have to sing it in my head like a fucking mantra because I noticed that I had been getting carried away lately. By the man who called my name in such a stern manner, it went straight down to my pants. It was downright annoying.
“Raven,” he called and this time, my feet went on auto control and rose themselves.
Raven wasn’t even my real name! But damn, if I was a Raven, I didn’t think I minded the way he called it. The name rolled off his tongue in a deep raspy way that sent my nipples straining for air through the shirt I wore.
Straining for him.
“Just a reflex reaction,” I told myself as I walked towards him, aware of his dark eyes fixated on me like I was some toy and he was a nine-month-old baby. Was it weird that I liked the way he looked at me? The way his eyes ran down my body in a hot stroking manner.
Ah fuck. Focus Athena.
“You called for me sir?” I said as innocently as I could.
Luciano’s eyes narrowed. “I called three times.” He informed me and I simply nodded with a smile on my face. This made him even angrier. “Don’t mess with me, woman!”
“Oh I’m not Mr Moretti,” I said, shaking my head with a sultry laugh slipping from my lips. I leaned over the desk, the low neckline of my tight top offered just enough to see. I knew it the minute he was affected. His eyes darkened and flickered briefly from my face to the top of my mounds on display.
“I just-,” I continued, darting my tongue out to wet my lips. “-wanted to hear you say my name.”
I heard him curse under his breath and I smiled. He just needed a bit of goading and I would have my results. There was no use playing subtle after that kiss in Vegas. He either wanted me or he didn’t.
And I knew he wanted me.
“The report, Miss Gonzalez?” He asked in a strained voice.
“Give me some time Mr. Moretti,” I replied. “I’ll be done soon and I’m sure I could satisfy you.”
“Fuck, just get me what you’ve written so far!” He spat and I gave a brief nod and turned on my heels, adding an extra sway to my hips in the flimsy short A-shaped skirt I wore. I knew I had his attention. The burn of his gaze never left even as I entered his office.
It was time to bring out the big guns while I had his attention. Making sure I stood in his line of sight, I bent down to press a key on my system, so I could print my measly report out. Lost in the whole process of printing, I hadn’t realized Luciano had left his seat until my chair beside me got pushed aside, and felt a familiar heat swaddle me.
Surprised, I turned to look at him but he held me still.
“Don’t fucking move,” he spat in a low dangerous voice, lips planted against my ear.
His arms wrapped around my waist then, bulging muscles holding me tightly from behind. I sighed involuntarily, leaning against the hardness that was pressed against me.
Ah fuck, I could live in the heat of his arms all day. And there was his scent, a woody scent mixed with some spice that messed with my head all the fucking time. Luciano groaned as I grew pliant and his hands began to wander.
“Sara la Mia Morte.” He whispered. Whatever that gibber meant, I didn’t care. Oh scratch that, I did care but I couldn’t because his tongue darted out to my ear lobe and every fucking common sense threatened to fly out the window.
I melted against him even more, every part of me ached for what he could offer. What I knew he could offer. I had seen him with other women, I’d heard their screams of pleasure, and for a minute I wanted exactly that.
Just a minute.
“Mr Moretti,” I murmured when his lips trailed down from my ear lobe, to my neck.
“Luciano,” he growled, kissing a particular spot that made me jerk like a fool high on cocaine. “We’re alone. You call me Luciano.”
Oh my, that felt good. It shouldn’t feel that good.
“Look at me,” he ordered and when I obliged, his hand gripped my chin, holding it in place and he smashed his lips against mine.
Was it terrible that I liked his kisses? I had kissed others here and there, but no one took possession of my mouth the way he did. Demanding and hungry. I moaned in between kisses, loving the way his tongue stabbed against and tangoed with mine.
Luciano’s hands wandered. They ran down my body, from my waist to my hips and I heard him groan even more.
I needed to get my senses together. But fuck, just one more minute. This felt too good. I didn’t want it to end yet.
His hands left my hips, moving up swiftly, and grabbed at my babies. He broke this kiss then, panting heavily as he stared past my face, down at my breasts.
“Oh,” the exclamation slipped from my lips in a breathless voice. His large hands pushed them up through the shirt, making them seem like they would spill out of the low neckline very soon.
“Always wanted to do this, since I saw you on that fucking call,” he whispered against my ear, and like a fucking sack, I sagged against him. “Fuck me, you’ll drive me mad at this rate. Are you wearing a bra, Cara?”
A giggle slipped from my lips. I shook my head and reached an arm behind me, holding on to his neck, watching him knead my breasts through the shirt.
Just take them off, I wanted to cry out but held my tongue. I couldn’t get carried away. Sure I wanted to capture his mind completely, I wanted to own him but that didn’t mean I should lose mine in the whole fucking process.
I watched my mounds rise and fall, watched him battle with hesitancy, wondering if this was a line he really wanted to cross. Before he could change his mind, my other hand slipped between us, gripping his erection through the fabric of his pants.
Luciano cursed loudly, his hands left my breasts and gripped the table instead. Taking that as a cue, I ran my fingers lightly over it, swallowing in anticipation. Now that I was here, was I ready to take it this fucking far?
“Turn around,” Luciano ordered, stepping back a bit so I could turn to face him. When I did, I swear I almost turned into a puddle on the floor at his intense gaze. My body burned and yearned for something more.
I had to stop this madness before things spiraled out of control.
Luciano however, had other plans. He placed a palm on my cheek and caressed it for a while before pressing his lips against mine once more. This time in a slow, knee-trembling kiss. His mouth melded with mine, his intoxicating taste engraved on my tongue. His hands gave my body one last sweep before he broke the kiss, gave me a dazed look, and walked out of my office.