Chapter Thirty-two

Lorenzo's POV

I was barely paying attention to Natasha speak, I'd heard snippets of what she'd said, like, she lost something and needed to work to go back to New York, but I was more focused on her lips moving, her full rose bud lips were what every man dreamed of and I was part of that category.

There was nothing more I wanted in that moment than for her to get down on her knees and suck my already semi hard dick but I knew I had to be patient, I had promised to not touch her untill she begged for me to and as hard is it was, I had to keep that promise.

Did she know she was a walking temptation of a woman? If she did, she didn't look like she gave a fuck and that in itself was incredibly hot and sexy.

Most hot women I knew, knew they were hot and capitalized on it which I had no problem with, I did the same but Natasha was firey case of a woman and it was difficult to tell if she knew she was hot and didn't care or didn't even know it and just walked around unarmed, causing mayhem