She wanted him so much. She had fantasized about him, touched herself thinking of him, and even dated someone, wishing it were him. Out of all the things she had denied herself in life, could she do this? Deny this gorgeous specimen of man, this delicious sex on a tall, long stick?
Chapter Five
“Tell me. How does one make it into your little pink book? Is there a selection process? An interview, maybe?” His fingers slid down her neck, causing her to bite the inside of her cheek. His hand was just like she had imagined when she had masturbated in her bathtub—strong, warm, masculine, but not rough.
She leaned in to his touch, her own fingertips tingling with need. The throb between her thighs galloped fast and furious, and if there ever had been a moment she would come from a slight caress, this was it. And Lorenzo Baldi was the cause. Damn him. “I favor hands-on auditions. Though, since you’re so rusty, I understand you might not be up for the challenge.”
“Oh, I’m up for it,” he said with a playful drawl. He moved his hand into her pajama top, and, God, he went straight to her heaving breasts, cupping her so luxuriously that a couple of her buttons popped instantly. He murmured something low in Italian, and this time there was no disguising her coarse moan.
She looked down and…was that an erection? Because if it was, she was in deep, deep trouble. And she loved every minute of it. “Well, then. Let’s see if you can wow me enough to make it into my little pink book.”
He moved above her, his body within a brush of a touch, with each arm stretched on either side of her. She could tell by the tilt of his head that he focused on her, and it was like a long-awaited caress, soaking her in and bringing her close. She didn’t move, entranced by the gorgeous man admiring her like she was Scarlett freaking Johansson.
Crazy was the way she arched toward him, leaning into his hands, her legs parting slightly. When she lifted her head to sneak her hands into his hair, he drew back.
Lorenzo started to unbutton what was left of her pajamas and sighed with frustration. The star-shaped buttons weren’t easy—one had to unhook them at just the right spot. With a swift movement, he pulled open her top, and the remaining little stars flew in the air. He clearly wasn’t the patient type.
She panted, the peak of her breasts hardening with the cool air blowing over them. Squirming on the bed, she longed for his touch, his kiss, and his hard cock plunging into her, removing her from any thoughts of reality.
“Gotta say, I never found pajamas sexy.” He ran a finger between the valley of her breasts, and the simple touch sent a thrill through her. “Until now.” He leaned over her, and his tongue trailed the path his finger set, and she moaned. Oh, yes.
“I wasn’t expecting—hhhmm—to conduct an interview.” She sighed when he slid the pants off her, exposing her prickled skin and blue hipsters.
He continued planting small kisses, branding her skin with his tongue, until his mouth found the hem of her underwear. She wriggled to help him get rid of them, but he took his time, pulling them with his teeth, grazing her skin. She dug her fingers into the sheets, twirling them and praying for mercy.
Sweet Jesus. She was completely naked, in his bed, and it was simply amazing. He blazed a trail of kisses on her thighs and parted her legs farther, his hands drawing her feet over his shoulders. He pushed her into the bed with a steady grip on her hips. She caught a glimpse of a cocky smile before he buried his head between her trembling thighs.
Oh. He was going to notice her—
“Well, well.” He tugged at the piercing in her clitoris, a white metal ball with red hearts on it. She groaned. “You’re a woman of many surprises, Alice Sommers.”
She threw her head back and clamped her lips together. Should she tell him she got it done a few months ago to impress Joshua? Sad thing was, the relationship was over by the time she’d been cleared to have sex.
“This is going to be fun.” He outlined her clitoris, and she moaned. Loudly. Fun? Her body was like the nonstop pulsing engine of a huge ship.
He stroked her with his tongue, and it was like she was turning into a liquefied version of herself, each time lighter and more ethereal. He played with her piercing, sucking on the metal, his teeth a feather over her swollen, damp flesh. A moan left his lips, and to know he was having pleasure just by giving her pleasure sent her over the edge.
Convulsions began to lift her from the mattress, small at first, then powerful, exhilarating. She moaned and curved around him, her toes curled and feet quivered over his shoulders. Her scream encouraged him to suck harder, stroke her, and swirl his tongue like savoring the last bit of chocolate fudge sundae.
When he thrust a finger inside her slickness, she could barely see anything but stars. The world, her world, was exploding, and it was loud, colorful…and perfect, as another moan fled her trembling lips.
Where did she go from here? Air returned to her lungs in small measures. Lorenzo unhooked her legs from his shoulders and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Don’t move,” he demanded, like there was any way in hell she’d be able to lift a finger. She couldn’t even remember her middle name.
Alice followed the shadow of his body, his glorious, manly frame, retrieving a condom from the bedside drawer. He returned to her, removed his pants, and rolled the condom on his jutting cock.
Desire renewed inside of her, and the cool sweat on her skin shifted into hot sheen. He covered her body with his and flicked her clit one more time.
“Please, Mr. B—”
He tugged at her piercing, and a sharp pain zapped through her. “Lorenzo.”
Shit. Was her fantasy so obvious? She felt her cheeks reddening and willed the embarrassment away. “Lorenzo. Come inside me.”
He touched her piercing again, this time with a gentle flick, and plunged into her. It took a couple seconds for her walls to adjust to his girth. He dipped his head and delved his tongue into her mouth. To her surprise, his kiss was tender, his lips gentle, his tongue stroking her. She relaxed, loosened her inner muscles, and at last he moved in her, and her soaked walls clung to his length.
She wrapped her legs around his butt and enjoyed the opportunity to cup the nice ass she had drooled over so many times in the past. It was smooth, meaty, and just perfect. As he slid in and out of her, the intimate piercing intensified the pleasure building inside her.
He broke the kiss and grasped her breasts, his teeth grazing her nipple, and the brown tip grew hard as a diamond. A groan flew past his parted lips, his thick eyelashes sweeping over his eyes. He withdrew one last time and drove into her hard and strong, all the way to the hilt.
“Lorenzo.” A long moan announced her climax, and she closed her eyes, the emotions too profuse. She was slowly recovering when he moved inside her, and she realized he was still fully erect.
“I want you on all fours,” he said in a low voice and patted her hip as he drew out. She turned around and went to the middle of the bed, hands and knees on the mattress, her ass up in the air.
This time, without foreplay, he drove himself into her, and she gasped. Oh, it was wonderful. He filled her with every thrust, each time sliding out only to return with an almost violent, primeval need to slam deeper into her. Harder. He leaned over her and flicked her clit, his thumb playing with the metal until all her nerve endings seared.
He was fucking her, fair and square, and she loved it.
Growling like a caged animal that had finally found his freedom, he fingered her. When she began to quiver, he withdrew and impaled her one last time and groaned as they both fell to the mattress, his sweat-streaked body on hers.
Lorenzo rubbed his eyes and yawned.
Powerful rays of sunshine skipped through the curtains, and he propped himself on his elbows. A glance around reminded him where he was. At Viola’s villa.
He moved to sit on the bed, but his body touched another. His pulse raced, and he turned his head in the direction of the blend of magnolia and vanilla fragrance his brain had already begun
to register. Alice.
She slept on her side, half covered by the silky sheet. Thank goodness her gorgeous breasts faced the other way, otherwise he’d be tempted to indulge and respond to his already throbbing erection.
No. The previous night, he hadn’t been able to resist her. Maybe resist was a strong word. He had preferred to give in to temptation; after all, he was only human. And when had he had sex last? An eternity ago.
Their bodies molded to each other with perfection. Of course, it was merely sexual. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, and someone like Alice would never fit the bill. She was gorgeous, and sexy as hell. But a relationship with a cynic like him would ruin her good nature and happy-go-lucky personality. Wasn’t that what marriage did to you? Wasn’t that what Kristin had done to him? Only this time, he’d have to explain things to Cara.
He scratched his head. No good would come out of this. How would he be able to look Alice in the eye and have her work for him like before, after the night they shared? Alice Sommers was trouble. Even if she didn’t follow him to New York, there would still be the time together before she quit. Damn it. What do you mean, if she doesn’t go to New York City? She has to. You need to convince her.
“Hhhmm…” Alice hummed and moved into him, her behind rubbing against his thigh. Whatever reasons he could conjure not to have sex, his cock surely disagreed. Which was why he gathered his willpower, scooted from the bed, and sat up in record speed.
“Alice,” he called her, like he was summoning her for an urgent business meeting.
She shifted on the bed, and he was about to call her again, when she sat up. Seeing him standing in front of her, her eyebrows shot to her hairline and she tilted her head. He followed her gaze and realized he was not only naked but fully ready to take her again. Cursing himself, he grabbed a pillow and covered his betraying dick.
“We took things a bit too far last night. Maybe it was method acting.” Method acting? What excuse for a human being are you? He heard his inner voice and shook his head.
“No one can accuse you of being super tactful, can they?” Alice tossed her hair to one side, and the sheet covering her slid down her body.
Mio Dio. In broad daylight, she was even more tempting. His eyes zoomed in on the tender flesh of her neck, where he had suckled and nipped. God, she had such sensitive skin—and he, he had jumped her bones like a horny farm boy on his first roll in the hay.
With a blink, he squared his shoulders and squeezed the pillow harder against his cock. “Sorry. We never got a chance to talk things through last night, and I don’t want to distract us from the real problem. In a few weeks, I’m planning on moving to New York. And I’d love for you to come with us. As our nanny.”
She pulled up the sheets. “I told you I can’t go. Is that why you screwed me last night? Do you think that would have changed my mind?”
“God, no,” he said in a rush. “I told you, I was dying to have sex with you. Trust me on this. I just don’t want it to change things between us. Look, by moving to New York I will cut down my travel time, thus my time away from Cara. I will be a better, more present father.”
She lifted her chin, eyes gleaming with an intensity he couldn’t understand. “Therefore you won’t need me.”
I’ll always need you. He sighed. “Of course I will. I’ll still have long work hours, partners to entertain, meetings to attend. Besides, Cara loves you, and she needs to have someone, a woman, to talk to. She will be a teenager in a few years. She’ll need a female figure more than ever.” His daughter always raved about how Alice talked to her about everything. Well—a flash of Alice’s clit jewel flashed through his mind—he hoped not everything.
She took a deep breath. “Have you ever considered remarrying?”
Never. He would have to be a fool to want that kind of madness again. When he had married Kristin, he had no idea the bitter, selfish fraud she would end up being. He followed his emotions and paid a price for them. “That’s not an option.”
“Moving to New York makes you a better dad. I get that, and I applaud you. But going with you and leaving my family behind makes me—”
“Leaving them behind? What is this, the fifties? You have the right to live your own life. If it matters so much, why don’t they move, too?” he said, clearly not thinking straight.
“Well, sure. I will move my mom and bipolar sister who can’t deal with changing routines, and six-year-old Brenda all the way to New York with its astronomical cost of living, and all just to make life easier for you. Sounds perfectly reasonable.”
Damn it, she had a point there. He could write the check for her family to relocate, but the consequences would be disastrous. “Alice.”
“Darling Mr. B, Lorenzo, cockalicious man—before my father died, he asked me to take care of them. I can’t betray that promise. Don’t you see that moving away from them would do just that?”
“Shit,” he said, and as he shoved both hands in his hair, the pillow fell to the floor. Ah, screw it. They were talking, weren’t they? Maybe talk was the answer. Yes. Until now he had no idea she had made such a promise. If she trusted him, and he had enough time, they could talk things over, and he would make her see that New York was a good choice for her. “What am I going to do?”
“Not to worry. I’m sure you will find someone suitable in New York. And during this trip, I will continue to play my part of dutiful fiancée as our deal stands.”
Dutiful. The word set a rumble in his body, and his already hard cock sprung to his belly. Man. He needed a glacial ice shower, or… “Good. So things will go back to normal between us. Employee and nanny. Introvert jerk and happy-go-lucky free spirit,” he said, trying really hard to inject some humor in his voice. Did she notice his disappointment?
Maybe. She kept staring at him, quiet, her eyes remote like she was in a different place.
“Alice?”
Blinking, she zoomed in on his cock and licked her lips. “Unless you want to extend the method acting throughout the weekend?”
A senseless thrill zapped through him. “During our stay here? Are you sure you want to do this?” His answer burned the tip of his tongue. Yes. This was just sex, with no messy emotions as part of the mix. Sex was simple. Sex with Alice…was wonderful. Not exploring that possibility was painful, like visiting the Louvre in a thirty-minute window.
“I don’t see why not. When we go back to the States, all will return to normal, right? So if we have two more days, why not make the most of it?”
Say no. NO.
She shoved the sheets to the side, and he no longer had any say in the matter. “Just so you know, I will try to keep you as my nanny in New York. I haven’t given up on that idea yet.”
“I think right now we have better things to talk about…or rather do,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
He pulled her to him and kissed her. Once again, her mouth welcomed him, her tongue battling his and her fingers threading through his hair, sending his scalp into an overdrive of awareness. They were naked; her breasts rubbed on his chest, making his hairs stand on end as if her nipples electrified him.
She fisted his length, her fingers grasping him with riveting possessiveness. A hiss barely made its way out of his lips.
“Alice,” he said, his own voice gravelly—as if she were both the disease and the medicine.
She scooted back on his body until her lips wrapped him like there was no way out. Because really, if there was, he wanted nothing to do with it.
Fuck, yeah. Her lips clung to his flesh. Strands of heat pounded through his veins all the way to the tip of his length and set his pulse racing. He shoved his hand into her silky hair, his fingers lost in her soft waves.
She sucked him into the back of her mouth, and his expanding veins engorged against her dark recesses. Sensing his urgency, she drew back, grabbed the foil packet on the nightstand and rolled the condom on. God. He clamped his lips and prayed for control when she lowered herself onto his length.<
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He closed his eyes, ordering his body to maintain control as she started to move, then he opened his eyes, and there she was with a smile on her face. God, her beautiful face.
He pushed his hips up into her, and she matched his passion, clenching her inner muscles around him. “If we continue like this, I’m not going to last long.”
Last night, he had been in control. Although the longing for her had tempted him and lured him to let go, he had made it all about her for as long as he could hold on. Now, he wasn’t in charge. Was she? Sure, she was on top of him, but that didn’t make her any less a victim of the attraction than he.
“Neither am I,” she said in a coarse voice. She clenched tighter around him, her fingers yanking him to her in a kiss that was as violent as it was sexy. She nipped his upper lip and pulled his hair.
He drove into her hard, and eased out for one final thrust, plunging deep into her. They moaned in unison, and he bent his head over her shoulder as convulsions charged through him, starting in his groin and spreading across his body, the blood flowing hard and hot.
“The weekend.” That’s all he could offer. All he would get.
Chapter Six
“You did what?” Georgia yelped on the other end of the line.
Alice rubbed her forehead with one hand, while the other clutched her cell phone. Is she going to make me repeat all I just said? “Please don’t make me say it again. It will sound even crazier.” Which was worse? Blackmailing Lorenzo to fork over the twenty thousand bucks or sleeping with him? Better not ask.
“At least we agree on one thing,” Georgia said in that sister-from-another-mister tone. Damn, she knew how to crack the whip, even thousands of miles away. “You are jeopardizing your job.”
“Face it, girlfriend, my job is history. The man is moving to New York.”
“True. Maybe this is a good thing. I mean, maybe then you can move on and try something else.”
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