~Alessia~
The morning light filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to brighten my mood. I woke up with a heavy knot in my stomach, replaying last night's humiliation over and over.
How dare Lorenzo treat me like a child? I was twenty-four, not some naive kid.
Fine, if he wanted to push me away, I'd show him I could be professional. No more flirting or desperate attempts for now. Today, I'd prove I was more than just his best friend's little sister.
I dressed quickly in a crisp blue blouse and white pencil skirt, tying my hair into a neat ponytail. Grabbing my bag, I headed to the office early, determined to bury myself in work.
By the time I arrived at Morano Holdings, the building was still quiet and I made my way to Lorenzo's floor. His office door was unlocked, so I slipped inside and got straight to organizing.
I sorted through emails, updated his calendar, and prepared notes for the day's meetings. Every task was done meticulously, no room for error.
If he thought I was immature, I'd show him otherwise.
An hour later, the door opened. Lorenzo walked in, in a tailored gray suit, looking every bit the powerful CEO. I kept my eyes on the computer screen, not glancing up.
"Good morning, Alessia," he said, his voice deep and even.
"Morning, Mr. Morano," I replied flatly, still typing. "Your schedule is updated. First meeting at eleven with the finance team."
He paused, setting his briefcase down. I could feel his gaze on me, but I didn't look.
We worked in silence for a while. He reviewed reports while I handled calls. Finally, during a lull before the meeting, he closed his laptop and leaned back.
"Alessia, come here."
I hesitated, then stood and approached his desk. "Yes?"
"You're acting distant..." those stormy gray eyes pierced at me. "Is this about last night?"
I crossed my arms, forcing myself to stay calm. "Last night was a mistake and I shouldn't have pushed. Let's just keep it professional."
"Professional?" His lips twitched faintly. "After you confessed your feelings and tried to seduce me?"
Heat crept up my cheeks, but I held his gaze. "I was wrong. You're right... I'm too young and inexperienced. So, forget it."
"Hmm," he stood slowly, towering over me. "I didn't say forget it. But we need boundaries."
"Boundaries?" I blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?"
Lorenzo stepped closer, his intoxicating cologne wrapping around me.
"You want me to fulfill your desires? Fine, I'll give you what you crave... sex, pleasure, all of it. But... only on my terms."
My heart raced. "Your terms?"
"Yes, no emotional attachment. This stays discreet, especially at the office. No public displays or dating and I'll never cum inside you... to avoid any future complications."
His words stung, like he was reducing me to a casual fling. But deep down, I knew I could change his mind. Make him see me as more.
So, I swallowed hard. "Fine. I agree."
"You sure?" He raised a brow. "I can demand for sex every single day and once we start, there's no going back."
"I'm sure," I whispered, my voice steady despite the butterflies.
He extended his hand. "Deal."
I shook it, our palms warm. But instead of letting go, he pulled me close, his other hand cupping my face. His lips crashed onto mine in a heated kiss, deep and demanding.
I gasped, melting against him as his tongue teased mine. My body ignited, hands clutching his shirt.
The kiss deepened, his fingers tangling in my hair. I pressed closer, aching for more. But then, his phone rang sharply from the desk... an urgent client call.
He pulled back abruptly, breathing heavily. I stood there, lips swollen, wondering if he already regretted it...
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~Lorenzo~
The client call dragged on, some urgent nonsense about a delayed contract, but my eyes kept drifting to Alessia.
She stood by the office window, arms crossed, lips still slightly swollen from our kiss. That kiss... fuck, it had made me hard.
Her taste remained on my tongue, sweet and dangerous, testing every ounce of my control. I ended the call abruptly, tossing the phone onto the desk.
"Everything okay?" she asked, her voice soft but edged with worry.
"Fine," I said, standing. "Let's go home."
"Really?" Her eyes widened in shock.
"Yes... I can't hold it anymore." I replied, picking up my car keys and we both left through the private elevator.
The drive to the penthouse was quiet, but every glance at her... her skirt hugging her thighs, her blouse teasing the curve of her breasts... made my grip tighten on the wheel.
Our deal was clear: pleasure, no strings attached which could be the perfect distraction I needed right now.
Finally at home, I poured wine, handed her a glass, and we sat at the dinner table. Her eyes met mine.
"So, this deal," she started, swirling her wine. "You really think we can keep it just physical?"
I leaned back. "It's what you agreed to, Alessia."
She bit her lip, and damn, it sent a jolt straight to my cock. "I know but you kissed me like you meant it earlier."
I set my glass down. "I meant every second of that kiss. But don't mistake mere desire for something serious."
"Then show me." Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down. "Prove it's just mere desire."
"Oh," I hummed, intrigued.
The challenge in her eyes snapped something inside me. I stood, crossed the room, and pulled her up from her chair. She gasped in shock as I led her to my bedroom, the door clicking shut behind us.
"Tell me you want this," I said, my hands on her waist, giving her a chance to back out.
"I want you... Lorenzo," she whispered, her voice trembling but sure.
I kissed her slowly, savoring her sweetness, my hands sliding under her blouse to find soft skin.
She moaned into my mouth, fingers tugging at my shirt. I unbuttoned it, letting it fall, then lifted her blouse over her head. Her white lace bra hugged her perfect breasts, nipples already hard through the fabric.
"Are you sure you can handle me, baby girl?" I murmured, unhooking her bra.
Her breasts spilled free, full and begging for my touch. I cupped them, thumbs circling her nipples, making her gasp.
"Yes… Ren... I can," she breathed, arching into me.
I laid her on the bed, kissing down her neck, her chest, taking one nipple into my mouth. She whimpered, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer.
My cock strained against my pants, but this was about her... her first time. And I'd make it unforgettable.
I slid her skirt off, then her panties, revealing her glistening folds.
"Juicy," I growled, kissing her inner thighs. She squirmed, needy, as I parted her legs, my tongue finding her clit.
Her moans filled the room, hips bucking as I licked and sucked slowly, until she was trembling.
"Lorenzo… I need you inside me," she pleaded.
I shed my pants and boxers, my cock springing free, hard and aching. I positioned myself over her, kissing her deeply as I pressed against her entrance.
"I'll go gently for today, OK?" I promised, easing in slowly.
"Ok," she tensed, then relaxed, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her, inch by inch, her warmth gripping me tight.
"Oh fuck, Ren," she gasped, moving with me as I thrust gently, letting her adjust.
Her moans grew louder, her body responding, and I lost myself in her for almost 30 minutes, keeping it tender but intense... every movement drawing her closer to the climax.
As she finally came, crying my name, I pulled out, spilling on her stomach, honoring our deal. She lay there, her breath ragged.
"I already fell for you, Ren," she whispered, eyes vulnerable.
"Remember, no feelings attached, Alessia." I spoke, then a faint twinge suddenly stabbed my chest...