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LORENA

Even as those words left my mouth, I pushed off the wall, wanting to feel every ounce of his body flushed against mine.

He groaned and pressed his pelvis against my lower belly. He was hard, his cock straining against his pants and now against the thin of the dress material.

“Does this feel like you are not my wife?”

Oh my God. My chest would explode any minute. I had no idea how my hands found themselves under his suit jacket, my palms against his chest. My head swam with desire, drunk on it.

The moment I felt my husband’s mouth on my neck, a loud moan escaped me.

“That’s right,” his lips moved over my overly sensitive skin. “You are mine.”

His lips left a trail of the sweetest searing sensation. He nipped; he kissed; he licked. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling me harder against him.

“Alessandro-” My voice was breathless, slutty. I didn’t care. I wanted my husband. “Please.”

“Ahm, sir,” a voice came from the distance but I didn’t care.