She popped her ass to the side, nearly giving him a cardiac arrest. He upped the rhythm of his strokes, pumping his cock, knowing too damn well he wouldn’t make it long. She wiggled out of her G-string at long last and flung it in his direction. He grabbed it from the air, catching a whiff of her lovely, tangy, female scent.
For a moment, she stopped, watching him. “Don’t you need a hand?”
“I don’t want to make this about me,” he hissed out. “I just need some release before I feast on you.”
She gestured to the stage. “Come here.”
What did she propose? Didn’t she know if she sucked him or touched him, he’d come instantly? Still, he went to her, though it took every ounce of concentration to erase the distance between them.
Because of her heels and the advantage of the stage, she was almost as tall as he. He dipped his head only a little. “What do you want?”
“I want you to come on me again.”
His temples throbbed. Anticipation rushed through him, desire dotting his vision. “You’re a dirty girl, Lily.”
She shot him the mischievous smile of a college student rather than a stripper. Then, she kneeled before him. Upon the sight of such a gorgeous woman, giving herself to him so openly… He came undone, a loud groan slicing the air. He pointed his dick at her epic tits, and soon his hot load hit them, and she didn’t even blink. She massaged her breasts, encouraging him for more, and he shot his entire fill on her.
Holy fuck. It took several seconds for his breath to calm down, for the throb in his knees and his heart to subside. She took a sample of his cum from her nipple and brought it to her mouth, painting her lips with it and licking them. “Nice,” she said.
His white cum dripped down her tits and onto her belly, and she had never looked lovelier. He’d branded her, in one of the most visceral, primal ways a man could a woman. Sure, there were other ways he wanted to try, too… But all in good time.
“You’re a sex goddess, Lily Jenkins.”
She licked the corner of her lips again. “Actually, I’m a sex nymph. That’s what my costume label said.”
“Suits you. Now lay on your back my dirty nymph, because I’m going to eat your pussy until you come in my mouth.”
The glint in her eyes made him want to stroke her cheek for an endless amount of time. “I love when you talk that way.”
“I know you do, because you are, in fact, a nymph. A woman who deserves to be thoroughly pleasured,” he said, thinking how much he’d missed her the last three days. He’d thought this trip to California would be for just a few hours, otherwise he’d have asked her to go with him.
She lay down on the stage, and he scooted her to the edge so her screw-me shoes lay on his shoulders. Without delay, he dipped his head and blew some air on her sex. He knew the act would enhance her awareness. He got his response when she squirmed, and erotic moans filled the air.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Marco…”
Encouraged, he outlined her clit with his tongue, teasing her, wanting her to explode. She thrust her hands in his hair, shoving his face deeper into her, showing him how she wanted it.
“Eat me. I want you to eat me so bad, babe. I love how you fuck me with your tongue.”
He thrust his tongue in her pussy and hooked his hands under her butt cheeks to lift her up and improve his angle. He loved tasting her, being pressed against her warm, sticky thighs. She was so wet… He lapped it up, each time driving his face deeper into her cunt, his nose pressing against her. She clenched her legs around his neck, and he knew she had to be getting close.
Relentlessly, he teased her, alternating between licks to her pussy and kisses on her swollen clit. Soon, she bucked toward him and called out his name, coming undone in his mouth. He feasted on her every drip of her delicious, pearly essence.
When her legs loosened around him and he lifted his head, he realized his own body had begun to reignite, the throbbing in his core making him harden again.
“When all this is over, I’ll miss you,” she said, looking at the ceiling, her voice soft.
Me, too. The words never ripped from his throat. Admitting them would make him vulnerable to her, and what if she used it as leverage against him later? Just because Lily seemingly had a good heart didn’t mean she wouldn’t use his feelings against him in the future.
He sat on the stage and brought her to his lap. The song still played somewhere in the background, and those annoying lights rhythmically pulsed rays of blue, pink, and yellow onto their skin as they strobed throughout the room. She arranged herself on top of him, straddling him. His cum still slicked her skin, but she didn’t care, rubbing it on herself. She glanced at him with interest, her gorgeous eyes gleaming with challenge. What did she expect him to say?
His heart squeezed as if she had wrapped a vise around it. A part of him sent out a warning signal, for him to get her out of his life, quickly. Yet the side of him he feared, the one he found hard to control whenever he was next to her, disagreed.
He found himself thrusting his fingers into her sultry hair and pulling her into a kiss that ended one torture and started a much bigger one. She tormented him with her tongue, grazing her teeth on his upper lip. He slid his hand down her ass, positioning her at the perfect angle for screwing.
She reached for his buttons, undoing them without finesse. A couple of them flung in the air as she pulled his shirt down, probably needing the intimate contact, and raked her nails down his back.
His breath caught in his throat. He pulled her closer, his chest rubbing on hers. Her warm skin made his chest hair stand on end, a bombastic energy passing between them. I’ll miss you, too. He silenced the words again with a hot, passionate kiss, and guided the small of her back with his hand until she sat on his cock. Oh, the glorious feel of having her walls tightly squeezing him. She must have felt it, too, for she threw her head back and gasped. This position allowed him to go deep into her, so deep. “Look at me, Lily. Let’s get there together.”
She leaned into him and rocked her head forward in a nod. “Yes.”
He pressed her lower back harder, helping dictate the rhythm of their sensual dance. She followed his lead but soon started her own pace, and he obliged, loving the sight of her moving on him. She leaned into him and bit his shoulder, her teeth digging into his skin. Ache and excitement speared inside him, and he urged her on with his body, wanting it to last forever.
She rode him, rocking her hips backward then forward, taking all of his rod only to retreat a little. Moans flew from her full lips, and she teased him with that dangerous game until he saw the pulse beat at her neck, her cheeks flush, and her body shake. She was coming on his cock, and he finally let go, released himself so he’d reach the apex at the same time she did.
He stretched out his arm and caught her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined, palm against palm. She contracted her inner muscles one last time, until a sexy cry warned him. When he let go, his body convulsed, and he reveled in letting his hot cum into her tight pussy. All of it. All for her.
Chapter Six
“Hey,” Nico said, striding into Marco’s office without being announced. Nico had been alive three years longer than Marco, but sometimes the impatient and bossy way he acted made it seem like he had a whole decade on his brother.
Marco, however, had no problem putting Nico in his place. He raised his gaze from the paperwork he was signing and rocked back in his chair. “How was Los Angeles?”
Nico sat in front of him. “Good.”
“How’s Zaine doing? I haven’t seen him in a while,” Marco said, mentioning Nico’s buddy from college. These days, Nico juggled business on both coasts, and whenever he visited California, he visited Zaine Cavanaugh and his wife Ashley.
Nico scratched his chin. “Okay. Doesn’t seem like his marriage will hold up.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m surprised. They seem like a good match,” Marco said, remembering the way
the power couple completed each other.
“You and your matches. By the way, where’s Elizabeth? Haven’t heard much about her lately.”
He shrugged. “I don’t see her anymore.” He didn’t miss Elizabeth one bit. Ever since his return from his business trip a few days prior, whenever he was away from Lily, he’d counted the minutes until they were together again. The image of Lily’s radiant smile flooded his mind, and need drilled through his body. The day before, he’d taken her shopping and provided her with all the best dresses and shoes money could buy. He couldn’t wait to—
“You’re smiling like a fool. Who’s the new lady?” Nico asked.
The one keeping us from getting the garage. “She’s someone I enjoy being around. She’s…not like others.”
“Other women?” Nico drew his eyebrows together.
His brother had never been much of a romantic himself, preferring a string of casual relationships to settling down. He’d even mentioned a couple of times he wanted to get a vasectomy. Marco would brush the subject aside, not really believing his brother would see that plan through.
“Other people. Anyway, there’s something more important I need to tell you. We’ll have to find another garage for the new entertainment district.”
Nico rocked his head back, then threw it forward, sighing. “We’ve already exhausted all the options. The next site for making a garage is a few blocks from most restaurants and places. What’s the holdup? I thought you wanted to talk to the beauty shop owner.”
“I have, and she’s adamant on keeping it.”
“Didn’t the corporate investigator look into her situation? Isn’t she financially strapped?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder if it’s just a matter of time. But I gotta say, we can’t wait long. The investors won’t be happy about it, and some may even back out. Besides, I want to get on Brad Franklin’s good side. I heard he’s been doing a lot of business with Antoine Desmarais.”
“So?”
“So, Desmarais owns that property in Mauritius I’ve been dying to buy since our father sold it.”
Marco threw his hands in the air. When would his brother give up on this ridiculous dream of buying their childhood vacation home? Whatever feeling Nico expected to revive when he entered the place where—according to him—they were happy, it wouldn’t happen. Desmarais, the owner, was extremely reclusive and had been for years. He’d lived in the home full time and had turned down every chance of selling it, despite the high purchase prices his brother had offered. “You need a new obsession, man.”
“Maybe I’ll call Elizabeth now that you’re out of the picture,” Nico said, obviously to tease him. They had better bro code than that.
“Be my guest.”
“Porca miseria, Marco. You can’t be this nonchalant about losing a deal because of a fucking beauty shop. If our father heard you, he’d—”
“What? He’d tell me I’m no good for anything? We’re dealing with someone’s livelihood here, Nico. It’s her choice. She doesn’t want to lose the salon. We can’t make her give up her dream. We’re rich, not mind manipulators.”
Nico squinted his eyes. “I’ll give it more time. Jerry said within weeks she should lose everything. But once that happens, that’s it. We’re taking over, whether we buy it from her or the bank seizes it from her.”
Marco pondered. He had no problem telling his brother about his one-month arrangement. Nico was no saint, and didn’t often judge another’s sexual debauchery. But, if he told him, Nico would criticize his mixing business with pleasure in a way that could alter lives and a huge business deal. Nico would make a big deal out of everything. After the month ended, Marco would tell his brother about the deal and tell him to fuck off. Until then, he planned on enjoying Lily, guilt-free. Worry-free.
…
Hours later, he picked Lily up in front of her salon. They only had an hour or so before they had to endure the nasty traffic to get to the private airfield and take off for Italy and a week of celebrating Nonna’s birthday.
“Are you ready to start your fake fiancée duties?” he asked, picking up her luggage, adamant on reminding her about the role she’d be playing abroad.
“Yes.” She had insisted on meeting him at the salon and not in her apartment because of a client’s appointment for highlights. Her work ethics pleased him. She didn’t see all he could do for her professionally. She still counted every and each client—scattered as they were—as important as luxurious international travel. He doubted she’d done much of that.
He put her bags into the limo, even though his driver would have been happy to do so. When he opened the door for her, she slid inside, and he followed.
“I see the partition has been fixed.”
He groaned. “Come here.”
She sat on his lap, and their bodies molded together as if a skilled artist had created them. Warmth enveloped him, her feminine scent teasing his nostrils. She ran her fingers through his hair, transforming his scalp into a profusion of sensations. He leaned into her touch, enjoying it, afraid he’d gotten too used to having her near.
He slid his hand down her jeans. Ah, he hated when she wore jeans or any other piece of clothing where instant fucking became a difficult task. “I thought I told you not to wear pants.”
She planted small kisses around his mouth, cheeks, and chin. By now, she should know that strategy drove him crazy, making him desperate to have her lips on his. “Yes, and I thought I told you we aren’t living in the fifties anymore.”
He swatted her ass playfully. “Scopa,” he cursed.
She nibbled his nose and adjusted herself on him so she straddled him. “Say that again.”
“You don’t know what I said.”
She chuckled. “Sounds sexy.”
“You know what’s sexy?
She shook her head.
He pulled her head back to really take in her face, her lovely features. He caressed her cheek with his other hand, reveling in the intensity her big green eyes threw at him. “You are…” he said hoarsely, and brought her mouth close to his. “Sexy…and a whole lot of trouble.”
…
“I still can’t believe you didn’t wake me up,” Lily said in the limo that drove them from the airfield in Rome. He’d actually let her sleep the entire flight, when she should have enjoyed all the amenities.
“You seemed tired.”
Sure, the chair converted into a bed, and the fluffy blanket had been a decadent invitation to Snoozeville, but… “I know, but what are the chances of me flying internationally in a private plane again?” Or hell, flying internationally anywhere?
“You still have the return trip to the United States,” he said drily.
“That’s true. I’ll make sure I won’t sleep then.”
Now he sat across from her in the sophisticated vehicle that had been waiting for them. Their surroundings were still foggy, but she kept her eyes glued to the window in case the scenery changed.
“We need to talk,” he said, sounding more stern than usual, for the second time since they’d landed.
“Yeah?” she asked, without looking at him.
“Lily.” He called her with an edge of impatience in his voice.
She regarded him. “What is it?”
How come he still managed to look that hot so early in the morning? She had brushed her teeth and combed her fingers through her hair, but Marco Giordano could easily make the cover of People’s Sexiest Man Alive edition without even trying.
“We need a new name for you while you’re here. I can’t call you Lily to my family. My brother will be present, too, and he’ll be suspicious if I introduce you as my bride and your name is on the deed of the salon we’re trying to buy.”
She pinched her skin at her throat, desperate to fidget away her worry. “What do you mean, trying? We have a deal. There’s no buying.”
“I know. I didn’t want to break the news to my brother, Nico, who’s my partner i
n this district revitalization. Not just yet.”
“Why not?” she asked, her heart racing. This didn’t sound good. Sure, he had paid off half of her debts—and the other half he’d pay at the end of the month, as agreed. What if Marco changed his mind? What if his brother convinced him that the fiancée facade wasn’t worth the millions of dollars they’d lose from not having that garage?
“Lily, that’s between me and my brother. You don’t have to worry about it. I gave you my word, and we signed a contract.”
“Yes, but as far as I know, you can hire a lawyer with some top legalese bullshit and screw me in the end.”
“That’s not what I promised.”
“Do you always fulfill your promises, Marco?”
He glanced away for a heartbeat, and when his gaze found hers again, she didn’t miss the speck of bitterness in his dark amber eyes. And maybe…regret? “I’ll fulfill this one,” he said. “As I was saying, it’ll be best to call you a different name.”
“Patricia,” she said. When she was a little girl, she always named her dolls Patricia after a kindergarten friend who had been far better off than her. “Sounds like a name of someone with money. Because that’s what the fancy clothes you bought me are about, right? I’m assuming you won’t tell them I’m a hairdresser, either,” she said, proud of herself for not sounding whiny or defensive.
Her insides knotted. She had a lot of pride in her occupation, and in how much her mother had sacrificed to own her salon. However, in a world of wealth such as Marco’s, she was a menial worker who offered services. She wasn’t a doctor, lawyer, or a CEO.
“We can say you work with investments. It’s broad enough.”
“Sounds good.” She forced a smile. “Anything else? Maybe some Ivy League university and a fancy fundraising hobby?”
“You don’t have to sound so offended. I’m being practical. Hiding your real identity will be less of a headache for everyone. Including you.”
She sighed. She guessed she didn’t need his seemingly overbearing brother on her ass. Besides, wasn’t this why she had accepted the contract—to pretend to be his fiancée? Don’t get it twisted. Despite the off-the-charts hot sex also included in their month-long agreement, Marco didn’t need her for anything else. Chances were, if he ever married, he’d go with one of those types, someone more like himself.
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