Enzo: Adamo Bodyguards Book 3

by Madison, Mia

  Lucy and I, meanwhile, are around the corner in a battered compact. We slip down a side street and away from the church, toward my home.

  It’s time to start courting my wife.

  7

  Let Me

  I’m a tangle of nerves. Which is silly … or not.

  Even though Enzo and I have already had sex, it was a week ago. And we weren’t married. I don’t know why that makes a difference, but it does.

  After a few minutes of driving, he pulls into the garage of a house. I don’t get much of a look at it in the darkness, but it seems nice, big enough to breathe in without being too much.

  I reach for my suitcase in the back seat, which Katie packed for me this afternoon while all the preparations were going on. Enzo says, “I’ll get that.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to.”

  “Wife.”

  My heart stops. Enzo leans in close. “This is me being bossy. Let me take care of you.”

  “Okay,” I breathe.

  “Good.”

  I still feel dazed from that exchange as I open my door. Enzo has retrieved my suitcase and made it around the car in time to help me out. Only, as soon as I’m standing, he drapes me over his shoulder again. “Enzo!”

  He crouches to pick up the suitcase he’d set down, then turns and heads for the house. “I like carrying you. You’re all soft and warm.”

  “I’m not soft,” I protest weakly. “I’m toned. I work out.” Sometimes.

  “Babe.” Enzo opens the garage door and carries me inside. Looking around, I see that we’re in a nice, spacious kitchen. “Soft from a man is not a complaint.”

  He doesn’t set me down, but carries me all the way upstairs. When my feet finally touch the floor, we’re in his bedroom.

  My pulse decides to sprint the hundred-meter dash.

  “Bathroom’s through that door over there,” he says, putting my suitcase down.

  I bite my lip. Enzo’s eyes get warm. “Come here, wife.”

  “You, um …” My voice comes out sounding all husky. “You sound very proprietary when you say that.”

  “I’m feeling pretty damn proprietary.” He leans down so his lips brush my hair, just over my ear. “And I want to seduce my wife.”

  “You do?” It comes out a squeak. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am. It’s almost like I’ve never done this.

  “Uh-huh.” Slowly, fingers on my jaw, Enzo turns my head so I’m looking at him. And then his mouth seals itself to mine.

  I’m expecting an immediate conflagration, like last time, but it doesn’t happen that way. There’s heat, but it simmers instead of boiling over. When he stops, it’s to kiss a line down my jaw to my ear and suck my earlobe into his mouth.

  “Yeah,” he says, and his voice is deep and rough. “I want to seduce my wife. Let me.”

  “Yes.” I have never wanted anything more in my life.

  His response is to kiss me again, slowly, thoroughly, until my lips are swollen and I’m whimpering with need. Only then does he start to undress me, unbuttoning my gown with slow deliberation, his lips trailing fire along my skin, his deft fingers seeking out my most sensitive spots, where they linger.

  My body is melting from the inside out, including my brain, but I need to reciprocate. When I try to turn, so I can take off his tuxedo jacket, he stops me. “Not yet.”

  “I want to see you. Touch you.”

  He gives me one quick, hard kiss. “We’ll get there. Let me take care of you first.”

  I have a husband. And he likes taking care of me. The knowledge is like sunshine and honey flowing through my veins, but my need for him is strong.

  “Just a little,” I plead. Turning, I undo his bow tie, discard it, and unbutton the top of his shirt. “Right here.” I kiss his chest just below his collarbone.

  “Lucy.” He groans it, his hands skimming down over my hips to mold themselves to my ass. They squeeze, drawing me against him, and I drag his head down for another kiss.

  It’s wet and wild and deep, and it fills me with a hunger like I’ve never known. I try to tear his clothes off, desperate for full contact, and somehow, clever man, he gets me undressed instead. When I’m naked, he urges me toward the bed, backing me up even as his mouth and hands keep igniting fires under my skin.

  “Enzo,” I gasp when I’m splayed out under him. “I need you.”

  “You’ll have me.”

  “Now.” I grab his shirt in both hands and rip it open, and buttons go flying. Enzo rewards me with another hot, fierce kiss, and the sensations sizzling along my nerve endings are so overwhelming that I barely register the sound of a drawer sliding open.

  Not until I hear a metallic click and feel something soft around my wrist do I realize what he’s done, whipping my head away to stare at the visual confirmation. “You cuffed me?”

  I try to free myself, but he grabs my other hand and pins me down until he’s fastened both wrists to his metal bed frame. They’re padded cuffs, but still. Fury supplants every other emotion.

  “That’s cheating!” How dare he touch me when I can’t touch him back?

  “Luce.” The tenderness in his voice undoes me. “You gotta let me take care of you.”

  “I’ll be good. I promise.”

  “You won’t. You’re a strong woman, Lucy Dalton. You’ve got a will of iron, and right now what you want is at odds with what you need.” Enzo kisses the side of my neck, making his way down to the sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder. He skims his lips over my skin — once, twice, again — then gently sets his teeth in me.

  “Enzo!” I cry as my body arches off the bed. “My — my will of iron.” I’m having trouble thinking coherently, let alone putting anything into words. “It’s strong enough to keep me from touching you.”

  “No, it’s not. Because you’re my weakness, and I’m yours.”

  I frown at him. “What does that mean?”

  “It means I can’t say no to you — and you can’t resist me.”

  “You’re doing a really good job of saying no to me,” I counter.

  “Wife of mine.” My heart squeezes. “I am barely managing to say no to you. This—” he taps one set of handcuffs— “is for both our sakes. I’m not taking these off until you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready now!”

  He shakes his head, smiling. “Ready for me, babe.”

  “Oh.” I try to process that. “You mean physically.”

  His lips twitch as he struggles valiantly not to laugh. “Did you think I was getting you naked to play backgammon?”

  I glare. “Come here so I can bite you.”

  And he does. He rubs his nose against mine, with an easy affection that cracks my heart open more than all the sexy stuff, then teases me with almost-kisses before his mouth joins softly with mine. I let him kiss me — and kiss him back — for quite some time before I bite his lip … but not too hard, because I don’t really want to hurt him.

  Enzo grins at me. “Is my good girl gonna turn bad?”

  I narrow my eyes, affronted. “I’m not a good girl.”

  This time, he doesn’t even try to hold the laugh back. The sound gives me tingles in my clit and my nipples and way deep inside. “Babe, you’re a fucking kindergarten teacher. I bet you’ve never even gotten a parking ticket.”

  “So?” It’s a feeble rejoinder, but the best I can do.

  “Sweetheart.” His eyes are so warm, his smile so generous, that my heart cracks even more. “There’s nothing wrong with being a good girl.”

  “Good girls don’t get to have hot sex.”

  “Oh. Well. Right you are. Our game of backgammon last week was very sedate.”

  “That was an anomaly!”

  Enzo’s eyes are molten. “Oh, no it fucking wasn’t. This good girl gets to have all the hot sex she wants.” He nuzzles my neck, then gives me a soft kiss, sipping at my mouth.

  And then he starts to teach me just what he means by ready for him.

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s hands, his lips, his teeth, his tongue … he uses them, everywhere he can reach, until I’m more than half insane with pleasure. All those sensitive spots he’s already discovered get extra attention. He licks and sucks and nibbles, squeezes and strokes and tugs, as I writhe on the bed.

  Much as I hate to admit it, he was right about my will. No matter how strong it is, there’s no way I’d be able to resist if my hands were free. I’d be trying my best to give him his own version of every sensation running riot along my nerve endings.

  I still don’t understand why that’s a bad thing, but I’m trying to trust him. To let go, and let him be in charge. At least for now.

  My skin is sheened with sweat by the time he begins to make his way back up my legs, after worshiping my body right down to my toes. The only part he skipped is the one that needs him most; he touched me all around it, but not right there.

  This time, he rolls me on my side away from him, easily done with both my hands above my head, and starts kissing his way down my spine. “There is one advantage to not being a good girl,” he muses as he reaches my ass. He kisses one side, then the other, then uses his teeth on me.

  I gasp as my nipples stiffen to hard peaks. “What — what advantage?”

  “Naughty girls get to be spanked.”

  My pussy clenches around nothing. “I’ll have to remember to be naughty more often.”

  “I fucking well hope that’s true, wife.” He nibbles the backs of my thighs, kisses the backs of my knees, glides his fingers along my calves. Pleasure sparks through me, increasing the molten heat in my core.

  When he settles me on my back again, I expect him to get down to the main event — but no, he goes back to my breasts. He licks around a nipple, then sucks it into his mouth. This time, though, he’s on his side next to me, and while he suckles me, his hand palms my other breast.

  His thumb flicks over my nipple before his fingers tease it, tugging, twisting, pinching lightly. I can’t stop moaning, the sound a constant, wordless plea. My hips lift, making their own demands.

  He’s still sucking when his hand strokes low over my belly. His fingers brush the curls over my clit, tantalizing me with the promise of more. My legs open automatically, inviting him in.

  He takes my mouth in a deep, intoxicating kiss as his hand cups me. I arch against him, and his fingers part my slippery folds. “So wet for me,” he rasps, before he kisses me again.

  One finger circles my entrance, then presses inside my slick channel. His finger and tongue move in unison, their rhythm triggering my deepest instincts. I twist my head; he lifts his, not stopping what his hand is doing.

  “Enzo,” I say, “please. I need you.”

  “Lucy.” A quick, hard kiss. “Not yet.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  That gets me a wicked grin. With his dark hair, the stubble on his cheeks, and the heat in his eyes, he reminds me of a pirate about to claim his plunder. “You’re not ready yet.”

  “I damn well am.”

  “No. You’re getting closer. But you haven’t even come yet.”

  I frown. “Why do I have to come before we …”

  “Because, wife of mine, sex isn’t equitable. I’m guaranteed an orgasm; you’re not. So I’m going to make sure you have some.”

  “Some?”

  “Several, at least.”

  “Enzo … what if last week really was an anomaly? What if I can’t?”

  His eyes flash, not with temper but with pure male dominance. “You will.”

  He claims my mouth once more while he works another finger inside me. Before long, I’m moaning into his mouth as the friction of his fingers in my tight channel drives me higher, toward the precipice I can sense but not quite glimpse.

  His thumb goes to work on my clit, circling it, then rolling over it, then pressing directly on my swollen tip. My body tightens like a bowstring, straining toward completion. His fingers go faster, faster, as tension gathers and coils inside me, pressure building until it all bursts outward.

  My back bows as the climax wracks me, my pussy clenching hard on Enzo’s fingers. He waits me out, then orders, “Again.”

  The dark demand in his voice works on me in a way I couldn’t have imagined. I’m already on the edge as his fingers start to move again, pumping in and out of me, hard and fast, and seconds later another orgasm crashes through me, turning me inside out with white-hot pleasure.

  By the time my body reassembles itself, Enzo’s shifted down so his head is by my pussy. He rolls me onto my side again and hooks my leg over his shoulder. I don’t understand why until his hand curls over my ass, squeezing, shaping.

  I start to moan even before his mouth goes to work on me. “Oh, god. Oh!” He licks me open, his tongue teasing my entrance, then plunging inside. I thought I was sated, but my body’s climbing toward the peak again, hungry for more.

  Enzo feasts on me for what feels like hours before he makes his way to my swollen nub, flutters his tongue over it, then sucks it into his mouth. My hips move shamelessly, thrusting me against him, and he sucks me harder.

  And then he spanks me.

  Just one quick tap, but the impact burns through me straight to my clit. “Oh! God!”

  He sucks harder, every few seconds spanking me again, sometimes one side, sometimes the other, and sensation ramps up inside me so fast that the next time his hand comes down, my orgasm explodes like a volcano erupting.

  I cry out as my hips jerk spasmodically, and then Enzo uses his teeth on me, and I come even harder. His hand smooths over my ass, soothing the sting, adding another layer of pleasure to the bombardment.

  I’m not sure how many times I come, or if it all counts as one big, long climax, but finally he lays me down and backs off the bed. When he starts to strip, I rattle my cuffs against the bedframe. “Let me.”

  8

  The Luckiest Man

  The beast is urging me to keep Lucy right where she is, but I ignore it. My wife is looking at me with yearning in her eyes, asking to touch me, and I’d be both an idiot and an asshole to tell her no.

  Retrieving a key from my nightstand, I unlock the cuffs and put them away. Lucy climbs from the bed — a little shaky from all her orgasms, but determined — and pushes the jacket off my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor.

  She spreads open the shirt she ripped earlier, kissing a line down my chest until she tugs the tails free of my pants and presses her lips to the skin just above my waistband. My cock jerks, feeling as big as the Space Shuttle and hard as granite.

  It’s fucking difficult not to take over, especially when everything in me demands that I possess her, completely and irrevocably. I need all my self-control to stand here quietly and let her have her way with me.

  Her hands tremble a little as she gets my pants unfastened, drawing the zipper down carefully. They fall down around my ankles, and then there’s nothing between her and my cock but my boxer briefs, and they’re not doing a damn thing to hide what’s next.

  Eyes huge, she doesn’t even try not to stare, and it hits me that last week, she didn’t really get a good look. For several long seconds, there’s nothing but silence.

  When Lucy looks up at me, it’s to say, “I understand now why you tied me up.”

  All I can think of to say is, “Oh?” Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t that.

  “Yes.” She looks down at my cock again, the tip protruding, leaking precum. “Because I want to tie you up and play with your cock all night.”

  Fuck. She’s gonna kill me. My cock jerks, and her eyes get wider.

  “It’s alive!”

  “Damn right it is.”

  “You’re never going to let me do that, are you?” she says wistfully. “Tie you up.”

  “That might be negotiable sometime.” I wasn’t kidding before about my ability to tell her no; this woman could talk me into damn near anything. “But not tonight.”

  “Not tonight,” she agrees, her eyes holding mine.

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sp; “I’m gonna finish undressing now.”

  Lucy nods, sits down on the edge of my bed, and watches as I deal with my shoes and pants. When I strip off the boxer briefs, she draws in a long breath. “Ohh. Can I touch it? Please.”

  She’s honest to fuck gonna kill me.

  I move to stand in front of her, and she does her best to wrap her hand around me. “This is amazing,” she murmurs, then leans forward and licks the fluid from my slit.

  “Fuck!” My hands go to her hair. She closes her mouth over me, and I know I’ve got to stop her before I lose it. Tonight is supposed to be all about her, not me.

  “Babe,” I say. She keeps on sucking, too happy with her new toy to listen. “Lucy, don’t make me have to spank you.”

  She stops and looks up at me, my cock still in her mouth. “Okay, wrong threat. No more spankings for you unless you let me go.”

  Glaring, she slowly releases me. I manage, barely, to keep a straight face as I point and say, “Bed.”

  She huffs onto the mattress. I join her and draw her against me, so we’re on our sides facing each other. “Hi.”

  “Hi.” She’s still pretending to sulk.

  “I promise, babe. You will get all the time you want to play with my cock. Just not right now.”

  “Okay, fine,” she says, rolling her eyes, my serious girl doing her best imitation of a drama queen.

  I grin. Lucy smiles, back to normal, and now I see she has a dimple … and isn’t that the cutest fucking thing I’ve seen all week? Along with just about every other damn thing my wife says and does.

  She puts a hand on my cheek, tilting her head invitingly, and I angle mine in to kiss her. She’s had time to cool off these last few minutes, so I need to warm her up again. I pet her until she’s liquid for me, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, before I turn onto my back and shift her so her clit’s in contact with my cock.

  “Ride me, babe.”

  Lucy moves her hips tentatively, makes a sound low in her throat, and leans forward. I hold up my hands, my upper arms braced against the mattress, and she links her fingers through mine so I can support her. And then she moves, slowly at first, then faster and faster, her dripping-wet flesh and engorged clit rubbing frantically against my cock.