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SAD GIRL

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LANA DEL REY

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I WOKE UP to a stabbing pain in my chest and the kind of morning wood that could make a priest reconsider his vows. Celine was sprawled across me, her body warm, her scent all over me. My breath hitched. She was fucking gorgeous. And I was suffering.

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face before reaching for my phone. Work. Again. I barely glanced at the screen before sighing, my body torn between two instincts—get up and handle business or stay right here with my wife.

I shifted slightly, trying to adjust without waking her, but the moment I moved, her eyes fluttered open, sharp and alert.

She let out a soft whine, nuzzling closer. "Papi..."

I exhaled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Baby, I have to go."

She frowned, still half-asleep. "But you're hurt."

"I know, tesoro," I murmured, brushing my fingers down her spine. "But I'll be fine."

I tried to move again, but her arms tightened around me. Her warmth, her scent, the way her bare skin pressed against mine—it all made it impossible to leave. I sighed, already knowing she wasn't going to make this easy.

"Can I go shower?" I asked, but she stayed nuzzled against me, completely unbothered.

I sighed, dragging my hands down to her ass, giving it a slow, firm squeeze before lifting her effortlessly. She barely reacted, only tightening her arms around my neck as I carried her into the bathroom.

I set her down on the counter, but she still clung to me, legs hooked around my waist. One of her hands rested lazily on my thigh, her fingers tracing mindless patterns against my skin.

Shaking my head, I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth, watching her in the mirror as she stared at me through half-lidded eyes, her expression unreadable.

"You just gonna sit there?" I mumbled around the toothpaste.

She smirked, tilting her head. "Maybe."

I arched a brow. "You planning something?"

"Maybe."

I rinsed my mouth, turning to face her fully. "Celine—"

Before I could finish, she hooked a finger into the waistband of my sweats, tugging me closer.

I exhaled sharply, my hands gripping the edge of the counter on either side of her. "You really wanna start something this early, Tesoro?"

She smiled, slow and wicked. "Who said anything about starting something?"

Celine's fingers moved slow, teasing, rubbing me through my pants with just enough pressure to drive me insane.

I groaned, gripping the counter on either side of her thighs, my breath coming out rough. "Celine."

She hummed in response, tilting her head, pretending to be all innocent while her palm pressed firmer, her rhythm getting just a little more deliberate.

"Baby," I warned, my voice low.

"What?" she whispered, her lips brushing against mine, her fingers still working me over through the fabric. "I'm not doing anything."

I gritted my teeth. "You know damn well what you're doing."

She bit her lip, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Do I?"

My hands slid to her waist, gripping her, about to put an end to her teasing—when—

Ahem.

I stilled. Celine's hand didn't move.

I turned my head, already knowing—

Albert stood in the doorway, completely unbothered, his arms crossed over his chest. "Forgive me, sir, but your morning dilemma is not something I needed to witness before breakfast."

Celine burst out laughing. I clenched my jaw, breathing hard.

"Albert."

"Yes, sir?"

"Get out."

"Of course." Albert nodded, stepping back. "Breakfast will be served shortly. I do hope Madam will be joining us, since she seems to have worked up quite the appetite."

Celine hopped off the counter with a smug little smirk, brushing a hand over my chest as she walked past me. "Mmm, breakfast sounds good," she said, completely unfazed.

I exhaled sharply, my jaw still tight as I watched her saunter out, leaving me standing there—hard as fuck and completely fucking done with this morning.

♧

I barely made it through the front doors before I was being ushered into a meeting room.

Emilio was already seated at the head of the table, flipping through a file while Alessandro leaned back in his chair, looking bored. Several of our associates were scattered around, murmuring among themselves.

I barely sat down before someone started talking.

"The shipments are delayed," one of the men said, tapping his fingers against the table. "We need to decide if we're going to hold back or push forward with the next wave."

I sighed, adjusting my cuffs. "Why are they delayed?"

"The ports are being watched more closely than usual. We can't risk drawing too much attention."

I nodded, glancing at Emilio. "Thoughts?"

He didn't look up from his papers. "We hold. Let things settle before we move."

Another man, an older one with more gray in his hair than sense in his head, scoffed. "Holding back means a loss in profits."

Alessandro exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temple. "So does getting caught, idiota."

I was about to respond when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked the screen.

A call from the front desk.

I declined it.

Not even a minute later, the phone buzzed again.

I gritted my teeth and answered. "I'm in a meeting."

"Yes, sir, but—"

"I said I'm in a meeting."

"Understood, but, um—your guest insists."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Who?"

The receptionist hesitated.

Then the door swung open.

Every head in the room turned.

Celine stood in the doorway, wearing a dress so tight it should have been illegal. The kind that hugged every single curve like a second skin, like she'd designed it specifically to make me lose focus.

I clenched my jaw. "Tesoro."

She smiled, all sweet and deadly. "Papi."

The room went dead silent.

I exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the way every man at the table was either avoiding eye contact or pretending to study their papers harder than necessary.

Celine stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She walked straight toward me, hips swaying, eyes locked on mine.

"Celine—"

She didn't stop. She climbed right into my lap, settling like she belonged there—which, fuck, she did.

Alessandro sighed and rubbed his temple again. "This is not professional."

Emilio didn't even look up. "Just keep talking."

Celine leaned in, resting a hand on my chest, her fingers playing with the collar of my shirt. "Don't let me interrupt, baby. Keep working."

I exhaled sharply, forcing my attention back to the table. "Where were we?"

The room was still tense.

The older man cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at Celine. "As I was saying... delaying the shipment will cost us."

Celine ran her nails along my collarbone, dragging them slow enough to set my skin on fire. I barely managed to keep my expression neutral.

Alessandro shot her a glare. "Do you mind?"

She gave him a lazy smile. "Not at all."

Emilio sighed, finally looking up. "Antonio, handle your wife."

I tightened my grip on Celine's waist, my fingers pressing into her hip. "Tesoro, I'm in a meeting."

She tilted her head, pretending to think. "And?"

Alessandro groaned. "I swear to God—"

Celine turned to him, resting her chin on my shoulder. "You swear to who? Don't bring him into this. He didn't do anything to you."

Emilio bit back a smirk.

I inhaled deeply, ignoring the way her perfume was scrambling my thoughts. "Tesoro, I'm trying to work."

She pouted, leaning in until her lips brushed my ear. "I missed you."

I clenched my jaw.

The older man across the table shifted uncomfortably. "We're in the middle of a discussion—"

Celine cut him off without looking at him. "And yet, here I am. Unbothered."

Alessandro groaned again, slumping back in his chair. "Jesus Christ."

Celine turned back to me, her fingers still teasing the edge of my shirt. "Anyway, Papi, I came to ask about Valentine's Day."

My brain short-circuited.

Alessandro ran a hand down his face. "You couldn't wait until after the meeting?"

Celine ignored him. "I was thinking Paris. Or maybe Tokyo. Or, you know, we could stay home..." She traced the back of my neck with her nails, sending a sharp pulse of heat straight down my spine. "... in bed."

Emilio sighed. "This meeting is over."

The older man gaped. "We're not done!"

"Yeah, we are." Emilio stood, gathering his papers. "Antonio's already dead inside. No way he's paying attention now."

Alessandro scoffed as he stood. "No self-control. Embarrassing."

Celine smirked. "Oh, he has self-control. He's just using all of it right now."

Emilio snorted, shaking his head. "We'll finish this later."

The men filtered out one by one, some annoyed, some amused.

I sat there, gripping Celine's waist, trying not to rip that dress off her. "You just had to do that, huh?"

She smiled innocently, tracing my jaw. "What? I just wanted to see you."

I exhaled slowly. "You're a menace."

Her grin widened. "I know."

I dragged a hand down my face, trying to cool the fire burning under my skin. "You do realize you just interrupted a very important meeting?"

Celine shrugged, completely unbothered. "And yet, the world is still spinning."

I tightened my grip on her hips, keeping her still on my lap. "You couldn't wait?"

She leaned in, lips brushing against my jaw. "I told you—I missed you."

I closed my eyes, jaw clenching. "Tesoro..."

She kissed the corner of my mouth. "Papi."

Fuck.

I exhaled through my nose, fighting the urge to throw her onto the desk. "You're testing me."

Her nails trailed down my chest. "And?"

I opened my eyes, staring at her—her wicked little smirk, the gleam in her eyes, the way she looked so damn pleased with herself.

I was going to lose my mind.

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "You think you can just walk in here and do whatever you want?"

Her smile was slow, teasing. "Are you under the impression that I can't?"

I gritted my teeth. "Celine."

She tilted her head. "Antonio."

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "You're impossible."

She leaned in, lips grazing my ear. "But you love me."

I groaned. "Unfortunately."

She giggled, finally easing off my lap, smoothing out her dress. "You're so dramatic."

I adjusted myself under the desk, cursing under my breath. "You ambushed me in the middle of work."

Celine ran a hand through her braids, completely unfazed. "I thought you'd like it."

I rubbed my temples. "I liked it too much."

Her smirk returned. "Exactly."

I leaned back in my chair, dragging my eyes over her. "You're trouble."

She blew me a kiss. "And you love it."

I sighed, resigned. "What do you want for Valentine's?"

I sighed, resigned. "What do you want for Valentine's?"

Celine grinned. "I'll send you a list."

Celine moved like sin. Slow, deliberate, rolling her hips down against me in a way that made my entire body seize with want. My grip on her waist tightened, my fingers digging into the silk of her dress as she ground against me, teasing, torturing. My breath hitched.

"Tesoro," I muttered against her lips, my voice barely human, thick with need.

She hummed, dragging her hands down my chest as she pressed herself closer, her warmth seeping into me. She was intoxicating. Every shift of her hips sent a new wave of heat through me, my entire body strung so tight I was ready to snap.

Then the intercom buzzed.

"Mr. Genovese," my secretary's voice cut through the tension like a fucking knife. "You have another guest."

I clenched my jaw, my fingers still gripping Celine as I exhaled sharply. She pulled back slightly, her lips swollen, her breath warm against my skin.

I wanted to kill whoever the hell had the audacity to show up unannounced.

Celine slid off my lap, smoothing her dress with an infuriating smirk. "Guess you have work to do."

I caught her wrist before she could step away. My voice was low, firm. "Don't go anywhere else, Tesoro."

She tilted her head, mischief flickering in her gaze. "I'll be good."

Liar.

I watched the way her ass moved as she walked away, my teeth grinding as a groan rumbled in my chest. Fuck me. My fingers twitched, aching to pull her right back onto my lap, to drag that dress up and—

I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to focus. My blood was still running too hot, my suit too fucking tight. I pressed the intercom, my voice rough.

"Bring them in."

I straightened in my chair, adjusting my tie as the office door swung open. Whoever this was, they better have something important—because my patience was hanging by a thread.

A man stepped inside, looking hesitant as he took in my expression. Good. He should be nervous. I was still on edge, my body thrumming with the heat Celine had left behind.

I leaned back in my chair, feigning ease. "Speak."

He cleared his throat, shifting on his feet. "We have a situation with the shipment. There was a delay at the port—customs flagged one of the containers."

Of course they did. I clenched my jaw, exhaling through my nose. "Which one?"

"The Milano order."

My fingers tapped against the desk. That was one of our more sensitive shipments. A delay meant attention, and attention meant problems. I was about to respond when my phone buzzed.

Celine.

I picked up immediately. "Tesoro."

"Are you still busy?" Her voice was all sweet and innocent, but I knew better.

I smirked, glancing at the man shifting awkwardly in front of me. "That depends. Are you about to distract me again?"

She hummed, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat down my spine. "Maybe. I was thinking about getting lunch."

"Where?"

"At home. In your lap."

I exhaled through my nose, gripping the phone tighter. "I'm in a meeting, Celine."

"Not my problem."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, biting back a chuckle. "Give me an hour."

She made a thoughtful sound. "Mm. Thirty minutes."

I shook my head, already pushing back from my desk. "Fine."

She hung up without another word, and I looked at the man in front of me, who suddenly seemed very aware that I was done with this conversation.

"Fix the issue," I said, standing. "Or find a new job."

I didn't wait for a response. I was already moving.

I walked through the door, the scent of something delicious wafting through the air, but with a hint of danger. The last thing I needed was Celine burning the damn kitchen down.

"Right on time," she said with that smug grin of hers.

I smirked, kicking the door closed behind me. "I was scared you'd burn the kitchen down if I didn't make it in time."

She winked at me, the glint in her eyes never leaving. "I wasn't that bad."

I raised an eyebrow, eyeing the stove. "I've seen what happens when you get creative with your cooking. I wasn't willing to test the limits today."

She laughed, taking a plate from the counter and walking toward me. "Well, no need to worry. I've got it all under control. Here, try this."

She fed me a bite, and I couldn't help but close my eyes for a second. Damn, it was good. The flavors danced on my tongue, and I swallowed slowly before looking at her. "You really are something else, you know that?"

She smirked, sitting on my lap as she slid her arm around my neck. "I know."

Her body pressed against mine, warm and soft, and I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around her, pulling her closer. We ate in sync, feeding each other bites, sharing the same meal. It was... comfortable. Like we were in our own little world.

I could feel her heartbeat against my chest as she leaned into me, the warmth of her skin making everything else feel irrelevant. Her breath was steady as she fed me another bite, her lips curling into a smile when I moaned softly.

"You like it that much?" she asked, teasing me.

I grinned, brushing my thumb across her jawline. "You know I do."

She kissed me on the cheek and grabbed another bite for herself, feeding it to me with that same teasing smile. And for a moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside could wait. I had everything I needed right here.

We ate in comfortable silence, her head resting against mine as we shared bites, the intimacy between us growing with every passing second. It wasn't just the food. It was her presence, the way she always knew how to make everything feel right. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this moment to last forever.

She scooped up the last bite and brought it to my lips. "Open," she instructed.

I smirked but obeyed, letting her feed me. The warmth of the food hit my tongue, but all I could focus on was the way she was looking at me—like she was proud of herself. Like she had done something she knew I'd like.

"See?" she said, grinning. "You should let me cook more."

I chewed, swallowing before responding. "If I did, our house would catch fire."

She gasped, playfully swatting my shoulder. "No, it would not!"

I raised a brow. "Just my office, then?"

She rolled her eyes but smirked. "That was one time."

"One time too many."

She pouted, crossing her arms. "Well, maybe next time I'll just make dinner for myself."

I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer onto my lap. "No, you won't." I kissed the corner of her mouth, feeling her shiver slightly against me.

We sat like that for a moment, her legs draped over mine, our plates empty. She toyed with the collar of my shirt, her nails dragging against the fabric.

Then, without warning, she shifted, reaching for her glass, and a small splash of wine dripped onto her dress.

"Ugh," she groaned, looking down at the stain. "I need to go change."

I let my hands fall away as she stood up. "Go ahead."

She walked off toward the bedroom, and I leaned back in my chair, watching her go. But after a second, I sighed, running a hand through my hair before standing up and following her.

By the time I reached the bedroom door, she was already unzipping her dress, letting it slip down her body. It pooled at her feet, leaving her bare in the soft evening light.

I froze in the doorway, my breath hitching.

Celine. My wife. My own personal masterpiece.

She hadn't noticed me yet, too busy brushing her hair over one shoulder. My gaze traced every curve, every detail of her exposed skin.

Then, as if sensing my presence, she turned slightly, her eyes meeting mine through the mirror.

Her lips curved into a small smirk. "Are you going to just stand there, or...?"

I stepped forward, shutting the door behind me. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

She tilted her head, pretending to think. "Not really."

I scoffed, shaking my head as I walked closer. "You drive me insane, Celine. Everything about you. The way you move, the way you look at me—"

She raised a brow. "Sounds like a you problem, baby."

I smirked. "Oh, it is. And I'm about to make it your problem too."

Before she could respond, I reached for her, my hands finding her waist. I pulled her flush against me, relishing the way her skin burned against mine.

She gasped softly, but before she could get the last bit of air in, my lips crashed against hers.

My hands moved of their own accord, trailing over the smooth, warm skin of her waist, up her sides, then down to her hips. Every inch of her was a masterpiece—mine to admire, mine to worship.

She let out a soft breath, her body melting under my touch. I didn't rush. I couldn't. Not when she was like this.

Slowly, I laid her down on the bed, stepping back just enough to take her in.

Celine was something beyond beautiful—beyond anything that should exist in this world. Her hair spilled over the pillows, her lips were parted slightly, her skin glowing in the dim light. She was ethereal, untouchable, like something crafted by the hands of gods. And yet, she was here, in my bed, looking up at me with those wide, knowing eyes.

My throat tightened.

I sank to my knees beside the bed, my hands resting on the mattress, close to her but not touching. My gaze roamed over every delicate curve, every breath she took, the way her chest rose and fell so softly.

She was waiting.

I reached out but stopped just short of touching her, my fingers hovering over her thigh.

"Can I?" My voice was lower than I expected. Rough, reverent.

Celine blinked, then sat up slightly, her lips curving. "Antonio..."

I swallowed hard, shaking my head. "I just... I don't want to hurt you."

Her smirk faded into something softer, something almost tender. Then, she reached for my hand, guiding it to her skin.

"You won't."

My hands found her—soft, warm, perfect. I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her peaks, feeling her breath hitch beneath my touch. She was exquisite, her body reacting to me, arching just enough to press into my palms.

I kissed her collarbone, slow and lingering, tasting the faintest hint of her perfume. Something delicate, something floral, something that was hers. I moved lower, dragging my lips down the valley between her breasts, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her ribcage. Her skin was intoxicating—salted heat and something impossibly sweet.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed lower, tasting her, mapping her with my mouth. Every inch of her was a drug, something to be savored. She shivered beneath me, and I groaned against her skin, gripping her hips, feeling the way she trembled, how she melted into me, how she opened for me.

I pressed my mouth to her inner thigh, inhaling her scent—warm, rich, maddening. I felt drunk off her, my mind fogged with nothing but the need to devour, to make her unravel, to hear my name fall from her lips like a prayer.

And then, I did.

My lips pressed to her, tasting her, savoring the warmth and softness of her skin. My hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open, and I groaned as her scent surrounded me—sweet, intoxicating, utterly hers.

I flicked my tongue against her, slow and deliberate, feeling the way she tensed before melting into my touch. Her fingers curled in my hair, nails digging in as she gasped my name, breathless and aching. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, a surge of heat straight through me.

I dragged my tongue over her again, deeper this time, tasting her, taking her in. She was perfect. She was divine. I sucked gently, feeling the way she writhed beneath me, how she trembled, how she whispered my name like a secret meant only for me.

I wanted more—I needed more. My grip on her tightened as I worked her over, slow and precise, like I had all the time in the world to worship her. She was soft, so soft, and the way she responded to me, the way she lost herself in me, made my own body burn with something insatiable.

"Antonio," she gasped, her voice breaking, her hips rising to meet me.

I hummed against her, my tongue pressing deeper, my lips wrapping around her until she was trembling beneath me. Until she was unraveling, until she was completely mine.

She finished with a loud scream, her legs trembling beside my face. She tasted intoxicating on my tongue. I made her cum two times after.

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not too much on how I didn't give y'all a fucking scene . YALL GOT AN ORGASM ! that is my graciousness evolving so far out into the world like yesss 🤭 y'all shouldn't be mad when I LISTENED TO YALL and made a slow burn y'all reep what y'all sew 🧏🏾‍♀️

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