Salvatore's p.o.v
My trouser tightened as I remembered the shift outline of her breast and her n*****s, peeking out from that curve hugging dress she was wearing. I had lost control immediately, control I had held on to when her tongue swiped on my neckline.
Control I had held onto when her soft breath tickled my skin. I had grabbed her in, and sinked my tongue into her neck, tasting her. The scent of castor oil on her skin was enough to have my d**k responding approvingly.
A loud knock thundered at the door, pulling me from my lustful thought. I ran my hand through my hair, anger creeping in at the disturbance.
“Who the f**k is that?” I snapped, still sitting comfortably on my office chair.
“Eva sir,” her obnoxious voice rang out. “The food is ready,” she announced almost immediatel
