Forget Me Mr. Casano

enzo

York

en I pin her against the opposi

pping her legs around my waist, her nails digging into

hen the doors open, staggeri

hrough the fabric of my shirt, into my skin, and the scent of her body

ake her her

ard, my heart racing u

hit the floor, and she is on me once more for me to continue expl

rwear, and honestly, they don't look lik

sinks into the plush mattress, I quickly f

I work magic on her curves, pausing at her breasts, to savor ea

lost in their stimulation, until I take hold of the st

sped s

ow, Vincenzo,"

and join her, slipping my fingers around her neck as I fill her compl

bodies rock slowly, moving in a rhythm that is

, the way she grips me, and the way her body is moving against mine, I pick

ng against my chest. My fingers caress her back in random patterns whi

smiling-last night had been e

perhaps for another round, but m

, blinking aga

is g

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Beep!

ne from its cradle, sear

er, knowing exa

e board are already here. What's the hold up?

.. I'm on

ale d

ll them I'm

d glance aro

't found the flash drive containing t

nt t

's a

rs sting my eyes as they esc

rk, but this is definite

d drop to my knees, pretending to be looking for the drive under

ssi

belongs to Emma, my assistant. I don't want her

s? I found it lying on the floor," she says

guy in an instant, and ga

you so mu

and step back because

the board meeting," I assure her,

t I can't really think much about it

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enzo

York

because she'd been one good fuck. But it quickl

uscles ache, bringing a

g, and I can't wait to g

tell myself, yawning as I r

oorbell chimes,

e at my

9 AM?" I groan, tossing my phone farther away-

hey p

le res

reluctantly; I grab my phone, then a pair of sweat

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ie's

ngele

glancing at my reflection on the glass wall. I still lo

untangle any messy curls, then rub my palms against each ot

fles on my form fitting black g

nd the room, but they

ll on me, and I give th

are of. But that's not an excuse. I apologize for taking your time in this

eanwhile, why does the boardroom seem longer than I remember? I wonder, walking

rry on," the President of

is son, and my di

ive, and it's only th

What if they were delete

ll beads of sweat form on my forehead as I

my chest, and I am certain that f

me, I tell myself. I can already f

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enzo

York

not the Asian chick, but t

ask suavely, feed

is a black sati

frame. "Don't be like that. Thought I'd drop by a

a memory in my head, a

is

y one,"

long?" I ask, memories of two

and that buries my s

ep aside, le

ps onto me, locking her hips at my waist as I kiss

incenzo?!" A voic

und of that voice

h, God no...

oor with a crash

more worryi

ide open, and the Asian chic