I move back slightly until my bare ass hits the edge of his dark timber desk, and I lift onto my tiptoes and perch myself on it. Leaning back, I move my hands behind me so that my body is tilted backwards, and I look at him to see his hands fisting as he struggles to restrain himself. It is good to know I am affecting him and once again the power I feel at making this dangerous man weak for me is addictive.

Once comfortable, I move my legs. Slowly widening them, my bare body now totally open to Dante, my wet desire front and center. My long red hair falls back over my shoulders, as I arch and open myself to him completely.

“Fuck, Annie, you are beautiful,” he grits out.

“Dante, please...” I whisper, nearly begging for him already. I have never felt like this before, never ached for a man, never needed a man so much as I do Dante. I just want him to touch me before I implode. I don’t even realize I have said his name until I hear him growl again, and he sits forward, bringing his chair closer to me.

“I am going to touch you, Bella. I will try to be gentle, but I am not a gentle man,” he says, looking up at me, his eyes asking for permission.

“I want you to touch me…You don’t need to be gentle,” I reply, my body nearly vibrating off the desk such is my desire to have his hands on me.

“Oh, but I do, Bella. I want to take my time with you.” He lifts his hands again, placing them on each ankle, skimming them up and down my legs before he grabs them and lifts, placing my feet on the armrests of his chair. His body positioned in between them.

His hands then skim up my legs, and warmth spreads through my body with his touch as his hands run over my bent knees to my thighs. He grabs my thigh, needing the muscle before he leans forward and presses a kiss on the inside of my knee.

“You're dripping for me, Annie…” he says between his kisses as he continues to place his lips farther up the inside of my thigh.

I let my head fall back. “Dante… please…” I exhale, and I hear him groan as he moves closer and closer to my center.

My heart is beating out of my chest, as I feel his hands glide down the outside of my thighs and rest on my ass just as he nudges my core.

“Tell me to stop, Bella. God, tell me to stop,” I hear him say, almost pleading as his lips brush against me and I shudder.