Free For Angelo (Full-Length Standalone Italian Billionaire Romance) by Marian Tee

still, his gaze watchful and challenging.
    Oh gosh, she was so close to him again, so darn close that the ache in her body grew, demanding for something that she didn’t know how to explain—
    “But if you can’t do it…”  
    She watched in horror as his thin, beautiful lips parted, as if he was prepared to lick the milk marks off on his own—
    Nooooo!
    Her tongue was suddenly touching the corner of his lip, and she heard Angelo suck his breath in.
    She was shocked, too, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She didn’t know how it happened, knew only that it had, and now there was no turning back.  
    Trembling with a mixture of fear and growing excitement, Lane slowly licked a circle around his mouth. She found herself gripping the edge of the table as she licked him, feeling like she needed to hold on to something to keep her upright.
    Was she really doing this?
    With so many people around?
    And to Angelo Valencia?
    There was only one answer to it.
    Yes.
    It was ‘yes’ to all those questions, and the knowledge that she had done it, at his request—
    She suddenly felt reckless, and the way his silvery gaze glittered with need when she finished licking the last drop of milk emboldened her even more, and she heard herself say huskily, “I think I missed a spot?”  
    Angelo stared at her, and she held her breath anxiously, wondering if she had just turned him off. What if her shyness was his fetish, or what if he didn’t like overly aggressive girls—
    Oh, this silence was so tormenting, making her body physically ache at the agony of waiting—
    And again, Lane realized a few moments too late it was exactly why her fallen angel wasn’t saying a thing.
    Her eyes flew to his, and his lips curved, like he had been waiting for her to realize he had been playing the sadist…because she was a masochist.
    And then he was saying, “Yes, my Lane. I think you did miss a spot.”
    Oooooh.
    “I d-did?”
    His heated gaze caressed her. “You should try again.”
    And she did.

    ****

    He still hadn’t stopped grinning, and she still hadn’t stopped blushing.
    “I can’t believe I did that.” The words came out an embarrassed wail even though it was already the seventh time she had uttered them in the past ten minutes.
    “But you did, and I liked it very much, my Lane.” His voice was arrogant and complacent at the same time, and she quickly pressed her hands to her cheeks, hoping she could stop them from blushing.  
    She should find his arrogance insulting, she knew, but she didn’t.  
    And she was beginning to feel that was okay.
    “We’re here,” Angelo murmured as they made it to the university’s parking lot. He unlocked the trunk of his car and placed her bag in it. Closing it, he turned to see Lane frozen in her spot, a look of horror on her face.
    “What’s wrong?” he demanded right away.
    Lane couldn’t answer, couldn’t stop staring at Angelo’s ride.  
    She wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but one thing she was absolutely sure of was that his car was expensive.
    Extremely expensive, she corrected herself numbly, considering that it wasn’t just an ordinary car but some kind of super fancy sports car.
    “ Tesoro ?”
    She slowly lifted her gaze to Angelo.
    Her fallen angel, who turned out to be extremely rich—
    Oh, how could she have failed to consider that?  
    How could she so be stupid, thinking that he had been chosen to mentor their class just because he was smart and good at his work?
    Lane swallowed. “Sorry. I’m just…” She gave up explaining and said instead, “I d-didn’t change my mind.” She mentally begged him to leave it at that.
    But he didn’t.
    “Then what is it? What’s wrong?” He came close, and she had the painful urge to back away from him.
    Angelo’s gaze narrowed at the increasing pallor of her face. “Tell me what’s wrong.” And was he merely imagining things, or did she truly look like she was thinking of running away from him?
    It