“Yes, of course.”
Of course she did—Lily had “wife material” written all over her. She’d probably make a good mom, too, one day. He frowned at his own random thought. Why did he care? “Good.”
She switched her weight from one foot to the other. “Still, I feel bad for making it harder. If there’s anything I can do to make life easier, please let me know,” she said, winking at him at the end.
Now that proposal he could handle. That offer he could take. “I can think of something.”
She inched closer, mischief gleaming in her eyes. “Really? What is it?”
“I want you to wash my hair.”
“Come again?” she asked, inclining her head to the side as if she didn’t hear him correctly.
“I was so aroused when you washed my hair when we first met. It was very erotic and made me want to take you on the spot,” he said, his confession evoking sexy memories and provoking a stir in his insides.
“Well, then, get ready.”
He smiled—knowing full well his hair wasn’t the only thing about to get wet.
Chapter Ten
Lily lit the vanilla-scented candles then put the lighter back into a drawer. She’d snuck out of the room and asked Marie for candles and a lighter, and the sweet lady gave them to her quickly, no questions asked. She scanned the majestic bathroom, which looked like something straight from the pages of an upscale decorating magazine. Ever since she’d arrived that morning, she’d been dying to take a bath in the oversize marble tub. But she hadn’t had the time, so she’d chosen the stand-in shower instead.
Now she had a much better reason to use it with Marco.
She withdrew travel-size shampoos from her toiletry bag. When he’d admitted how much he enjoyed the way she made him feel when she washed his hair, something warm and fuzzy had enveloped her. She’d expected him to be mad for the setback she’d caused regarding his cousin, but he surprised her by finding a way to work together in the end. Would he be like this in a real relationship?
Lily snorted. Yeah, like it mattered. She’d never know. He’d been clear from the start about his intentions. In fact, he’d paid her so there wouldn’t be any lines crossed. Shaking her head, willing away any silly hope of their hot sex contract leading to something more, she took the luxurious shower gel from the cabinet. Several exquisite bottles occupied the three shelves, filled with all kinds of skin care and beauty products.
She turned on the tap, made sure the warm water filled the tub, and poured in a generous amount of gel. Quickly, bubbles formed, and a white foam took over the tub. Hmmm… He’d asked her to wash his hair. What was stopping her from joining him?
Not a thing.
Liquid heat pooled in her core. She peeled off her clothes and folded them on a chair. Then, she picked the bottles she’d need and placed them on a stool next to the tub. Giggling, she stepped inside and sank into the hot, scented bath, luxuriating in the water as it skimmed over her bare skin and covered her breasts. The foam kissed the tips of her nipples, making them pebble into taut points. “You can come inside,” she called, already anticipating him coming in her.
The door swung open, and he greeted her with the most gorgeous, devilish smile on his face, his eyes darkening as soon as his gaze landed on her. “Well, well… This should be fun.”
“I figured it’d be easier to wash your hair if I’m in here.”
He removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor. “Of course.”
He pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift movement and shoved them to the side. God, he was beautiful. She gave herself a few seconds to gape at him, appreciating how his muscles moved as he walked up to her. The ridges and planes of his body were like a map she wanted to explore again and again.
She didn’t allow her gaze to slide past his six-pack, knowing full well she’d find a hard-on waiting for her. A delicious current went up her spine. How in the heck would she be able to do what he asked when she wanted to fuck him right now? She had to be strong and wait to give in to her arousal, which would only make the sex even better.
She scooted against the end of the tub. “I want you to sit between my legs, with your back against me.”
“But then I’d be missing out on the view.”
“I need to do a good job. Just follow my lead for once.”
He let out a sigh of amusement, with the silent statement he doubted either of them would manage to keep their hands off each other for long.
When he dipped down in front of her, she wrapped her legs around his torso and lifted a bit so she’d be taller than him.
“If anyone opened a hair salon with this technique, they’d become a billionaire overnight,” he said.
She chuckled and reached for the bottle on the chair. She opened the cap, added some water, and splashed some of it in his hair, wetting it until the ends curled under her touch. She heard a groan from him. They hadn’t even started, and he was already out of sorts.
“Hair washing is one of my favorite things to do. I know it must be so uninteresting to a guy who takes out CEOs and the like,” she said, wondering about the kind of women he dated. Did he prefer powerful business types who knew the score? Or long-legged top models? A Google search would give her the answer, but her stomach tightened with dread.
“You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met,” he said.
Her heart flipped, and she almost wished she could excuse herself and go deal with her unleashed emotions in private. He hadn’t asked her to move in with him, for crying out loud. He hadn’t even offered her any clues that he’d like to take her on something as trivial as an actual date after their contract came to an end.
She swallowed. He’d complimented her on something other than her looks, or her sexual skills, and the part of her that yearned for acceptance was far too excited. More excited than she was by the way his back rubbed against her sensitive nipples, sending electrical charges into her clit, making it pulse. “Thanks. You’re not bad for a money-hungry Italian billionaire. Because I meet those every day, you know.”
For a time that stretched for longer than she counted, she massaged his scalp, her fingers working through his hair. His shoulders relaxed, and she felt rather than heard his sigh. He enjoyed this. “You weren’t kidding me, huh. You like me to play with your hair.”
“I’m sure if you find a shrink, she’ll say I wasn’t touched much as a child.”
“Were you?”
“Not really. I got used to it, though.”
“Did your brother suffer the same scrutiny you did growing up?” she asked. The little he told her always involved him being shunned, but nothing about Nico. She hadn’t met Nico yet, so she couldn’t appraise if the treatment he received from their father was as cold and distant as it was for Marco.
“No. He was born already, and our mother didn’t have any problems when he was the only child. When she became pregnant with me, she had a complicated pregnancy and after my early arrival, she started to lose it.”
“Did your brother ever tell you if he remembers any episodes, any events prior to you being born? Mental illness doesn’t happen overnight.”
She watched his back muscles tensed temporarily, and she squeezed him tighter for a moment, hoping her silent act of encouragement would keep him talking. “It doesn’t. She was a brilliant woman, I hear. She married at eighteen and got pregnant soon after. She had a somewhat erratic behavior, but my father, being older, assumed it was an age thing. When I came along, she found herself with a toddler and a baby, and it was too much for her to handle.”
She drifted her hand down to his shoulders for a moment and traced an invisible pattern on his flesh. “Didn’t she have help?”
“Yes, but my father played dumb at first. He didn’t want to admit she had problems until the situation spun out of control.”
“It was probably hard for him to see her that way,” she said, by no means justifying his actions. “When my father was diagno
sed with cancer, my mom took it pretty hard. They were happily married, and she knew he wouldn’t make it for a long time,” she said.
“I’m sorry. Sounds like you were very close to him.”
“I was. He was a straight shooter, but also protective of me,” she said, finding it difficult to continue speaking without a strained voice.
Closing her eyes, she willed away the sadness lurking under the surface. Maybe her father wouldn’t approve of her recent decisions, but he still would want her to live her life and not succumb to melancholy every time she remembered him. Happy memories. Think about happy memories. “Every birthday he gave me a bouquet of lilies. That was our thing. One night, I went out on a date and came home way before my curfew. I didn’t say anything, but he could see in my eyes I’d been crying. I felt embarrassed. My mother was working until late that Saturday in the beauty shop.” She grabbed a small decorative glass bowl and turned on the tap to pour some water and remove the shampoo from his hair. Then she added some minty conditioner and continued to massage his head.
“What happened?” he asked.
“The next day, I woke up and there was a vase filled with lilies on my nightstand. He must have left at night or early in the morning to buy those for me. It was his quiet way of cheering me up, saying he was there for me.”
“No wonder you have a great head on your shoulders.”
She could laugh at the irony—she’d agreed to screw him for a month for very wrong reasons. Since when did that make her remarkable in any way? She pursed her lips, deciding to keep the mood light. “Does this feel all right?” she asked, deepening the pressure on his scalp.
“Hmmm.”
She took that as a yes. “Maybe after this crazy month is over, you can visit me at the shop once in a while. You know, to make sure your hair is being washed properly,” she said, and a second later, bit her lower lip so hard, she swore she tasted blood. Idiot, idiot. She opened her mouth to take it all back, but only managed to let out a groan filled with regret. Shit.
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Sweat broke on her forehead, and it had nothing to do with the warm water or the proximity to his body. “Forget it; that was a bad idea.” In her unadventurous and somewhat limited love life, she’d never really asked guys out or imposed relationship rules. She’d been happy to play along if the men were good guys who cared about her. And now, for some reason, the idea of parting from Marco upset her, made her frustrated and sad, and at the same time—
“No,” she said out loud.
He turned around until he faced her, his hair still mussed from her hands. “What?”
“I’m sorry. I was thinking if I had DVRed Game of Thrones, and I realized I forgot to do it,” she said, waving it off.
He flashed her a smile, but there was a flicker of regret in his eyes. She wondered what it meant, but he shook his head, maybe willing intrusive thoughts away. He cupped her cheeks, making her stare at him. “You’re adorable, Lily Jenkins.”
“Are you being condescending?”
“No. I mean it. I don’t think I can visit you at work, though, because one day I’ll see you and you’ll be with a boyfriend. A man who deserves you. A man who will bring you lilies.”
Why can’t you bring me lilies? The thought stabbed at her before she could shake it off. She hated herself for the strand of disappointment in her chest. “And you say that just like that?”
“I want to see you happy.”
“What about you? What would make you happy?”
His jaw clenched, a silent warning he really didn’t enjoy talking about the future—his or hers. “Happiness for me isn’t the same it is for most people. I…haven’t been given lilies, so I don’t know where to start. I like to know what to expect from people. I like to be in control, even if I miss out on other things. That’s how I operate.”
She made an effort to keep a neutral expression so he wouldn’t pick up on the nugget of frustration. “That sucks.”
He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. His touch was like a miraculous cream on a wound. “It does. That’s why I’m focusing on what’s bringing me joy right now…and that’s you,” he said hoarsely. A warm expression washed over his face, the heat of his gaze burning her flesh. “You’re vibrant, real, honest.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and she opened her mouth but hesitated. Why did he have this delicious quality of making her feel so unique? And why, even with all those compliments he gave her, did he still believe they couldn’t have a future? A real one?
He pulled her to him, and she sat on him, her legs to his sides. “Come here. It’s been far too long since I was last inside you.”
Chapter Eleven
“Our engagement is fake, but the way you send me into overdrive is all too real,” he said, meaning every damn word. He covered her lips with his, and she opened her mouth to him, granting full access. Delving his tongue inside her, he rejoiced.
Maybe he shouldn’t have told her so much about his life, but she made it all too easy to open up and share. And now, to keep from thinking about the consequences of his own actions, he’d fuck her like he was born to do.
Tongues melded, he slid one hand down her back, caressing the area between her butt cheeks. She shifted on top of him, making it easier for him to knead her plump ass.
Ever since she began touching him, stroking his scalp with vigor, his cock had engorged. A rush of blood traveled south in his body, and every part of him was in complete awareness of her tits rubbing against his chest, her teeth grazing his lower lip.
She disengaged her mouth from his, panting. “Marco, I don’t know if I can last long.”
He kissed her nose. “That should be my line. You’ve been teasing me with your hands for a while. We need to get even.”
She nibbled his jaw, sending currents of electricity through his body. “I’d like to see you try.”
Marco tugged at her hair, bringing her face down so she had to stare at him. Challenge gleamed in her extraordinary green eyes. He maintained the gaze for a moment, without loosening his grip. She moaned, and her nipples rubbed against his chest, the tips hard and tight. Slowly, he dipped his head to close the gap between them, until his face was a breath from hers. She parted her lips in a silent plea for him to end the torture. Too bad he was enjoying the game, even if his cock throbbed painfully.
“Please…” she said, her voice above a whisper.
“What? What did you say?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, pretending he hadn’t heard her.
She lifted her chin to end the distance between them, and he pulled her hair back a bit, pinning her to his complete advantage. She closed her eyes for a moment, and he imagined the sensations overwhelming her.
He loosened his grip on her hair until his hand traveled down her stomach, and soon he inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. She arched toward him, her eyes opening with a start, her breath coming out labored. Lily was like an exotic fruit, delicious and ripe for the taking.
With his other hand, he continued to massage her ass in circular movements, each time his fingers landing closer and closer to her puckered hole. He enjoyed touching her, playing with her, teasing her…making her his.
She pulled his head down, kissing him with fervor, her lips searching, her tongue stroking his without mercy. He added another finger to work her pussy, loving how wet and ready to be fucked she was…all for him. “Marco,” she called, withdrawing her lips from his momentarily. “Keep doing this. Touching me.”
“In the front or the back?”
“Both, babe. Feels so good when you fuck me like that.”
Encouraged, he intensified his thrusting and retreating out of her pussy. If they weren’t surrounded by water, he’d hear the sound of his fingers slapping her each time they entered her snatch or backed away. Now, his arm made little waves around them, and soon water splashed out of the tub, but he didn’t care. He continued the menacing rhythm, dead set on pleas
uring her, and at the same time, slipping his index finger into her hole.
She yelped and gave a little jump, but didn’t jerk away. She thrust her hips into his finger, moaning, her eyes half closed. “I want your cock buried inside me,” she said in a voice so raw, so honest, he couldn’t resist.
As much as he wanted to extend their foreplay, he couldn’t. Marco removed his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his cock, adjusting her position enough so she accommodated him. He should give her complete control this once, and let her set the rhythm, but he didn’t resist. With one hand still squeezing her ass cheeks, he gripped the edge of the tub with the other and began pounding her.
“More,” she whispered.
He moved his finger in her asshole, mimicking how his dick rammed her in and out. Soon, his own world began to collide, a powerful surge of pleasure igniting in his core and spreading all over him. He intensified his claim on her, fucking her deep, making her shake. Her sexy moans filled the air, her neck vein pulsating. Following her cue, he let go, climax drilling through him until a growl was the only sound he managed to produce.
She rested her head on the curve of his neck, still quivering. He pulled his cock out of her, and carefully removed the finger from her back entrance. Kissing the top of her head, he sighed. No matter how much either of them tried to dictate the rhythm of that screw, their desire had become a force of its own.
…
“More coffee?” Lily asked Marco, holding the container.
“No, thanks,” he said, watching her pour some more black liquid into her mug and sit next to him. Damn it. If it’d been up to him, he’d have used the machine in his room and not come to the outdoor terrace to have breakfast with everyone. Thankfully, after a quick round of small talk, his uncles and aunts had left the area to prepare for the day’s activities.
Besides a few distant cousins whose name he didn’t recall right away, they were alone. Most people must have eaten earlier, his grandmother included. He chugged his remaining coffee, and this time the drink rolled thick and cold in his throat. Why was Lily being so nice to him after what he’d said the previous evening? She had proposed, subtly of course, that they still see each other after the end of the contract.
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