He gave a long, sensual sigh. “You, Anabelle Parker, are rocking my world,” he said between breaths. “You’re such a beautiful woman…the things I want to do to you…”
She gripped his thigh a little harder, giving him a sexy smile. She saw the strain on his face.
“You are a very bad girl,” he said, shaking his head. It was all he could do to keep himself from crossing her lines.
“Maybe you should punish me,” she said in a sultry voice. “Or are you not man enough?” she asked, brazenly taunting him.
With a primal response to her challenge, in a split second he sprang up, flipping her over. He heaved his body on top of her, managing to keep the towel between them. He grabbed her arms, deftly pinning them above her head. “You were saying?”
Her eyes went wide with surprise. She was thrilled to feel his strength, his masculine power. Everything that was feminine in her responded at once. She looked at him defiantly. “I’m not convinced,” she said in a low voice. She struggled against him, but he had an iron grip on her. She couldn’t budge.
He pushed his hips down, spreading her legs. “How do you like it now, Miss Big Talk?” he said, brushing his lips against hers. He slowly thrust his hips forward. His body was rock hard. “Is that man enough for you? Do you want more?”
Her body ached as she felt his huge erection press against her and she moaned softly beneath him. “I…” she tried to say as her body was responding faster than she could think.
He flexed his triceps as he held her down. “Oh, I think you do like it.”
She was extremely turned on by his behavior. “I’ll never tell.”
“You know what I could do to you, right? There are ways I can find out just how much you like it.” His eyes had a challenging, almost dangerous expression in them.
“Oh, you think so?” she said, taunting him, daring him to go further. “I think you’re all talk.”
His lips spread into a devilish smile. “You like to play with fire, don’t you?”
“Why don’t you play with fire?” she said, pushing her hips up against him, feeling his hardness. “If you know how.”
He looked at her, narrowing his eyes, trying to read her meaning. “I think you’d better tell me what you want pretty quick here.” He pushed himself against her again. Raw lust was written all over his face. “I know you can tell what you’ve done to me and very soon I won’t be able to stop what’s coming.”
“Touch me,” she said in a breathless, soft voice.
He raised his eyebrows.
“With your hands, underneath the covers.”
He bent down to kiss her deeply. He wanted so much more. He wanted to take her here, now, hard. But this was her call, one hundred percent. “As you wish, m’lady. But when I’m through with you, I’ll have made you reveal your desire for me. You won’t be able to deny anything after that.”
She grinned. She liked the sounds of that.
Giorgio reluctantly released her, then watched as she slipped under the covers and slipped off her jeans, tossing them on the floor.
He fastened the towel around his waist to help keep himself in check, and then slipped back under the covers next to her. He went to pull the covers back from her so that he could look at her body as he caressed her.
She stopped him, holding the covers waist high. “Only touch for now.”
“But I want to see you as I touch you,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“Not yet,” she replied.
He grunted in frustration, but followed her guidance. He kissed her neck, then slid his hand beneath her tank top.
She moaned as he caressed her full breasts, pinching her nipples ever-so-gently, cupping her, moving his hand over her feminine curves.
His lips moved to her shoulder, kissing her, running his lips against her skin, his tongue darting out, making promises of pleasures to come.
Anabelle’s breathing grew faster. She closed her eyes as she luxuriated in his sensual touch. The woman in her longed to be explored.
His hand slid down from her breasts, down her stomach, and found the lace of her panties beneath the covers.
She inhaled sharply as he pushed her legs apart. With the barest touch, his fingers brushed against her, between her legs, teasing her. He explored the edges of the thin fabric, all that stood between him and her most intimate place. He placed his hand more firmly against her, cupping her, then gently rubbing it against her.
Anabelle was breathing heavily as she spread her legs more, inviting his touch, inviting him to explore her.
He continued to run his lips and tongue against her skin as he slipped his fingers underneath her lace panties.
She moaned as his fingers caressed her pussy, rubbing and spreading and probing her. “Giorgio…”
“I’m going to make you pay for challenging me. I’m going to make you come, whether you want to or not,” he whispered as he plunged his fingers inside her. She was wet. Her hips gyrating at his touch. He slide his fingers in and out of her as his thumb pressed against her clitoris, massaging it, driving her wild.
She couldn’t spread her legs far enough.
Taking her cue, he moved his hand to pull her panties off. As soon he had them off, he pushed her legs apart again. He then pulled the strap of her tank top down and exposed her bare breast. He couldn’t help himself.
She didn’t protest. She arched her back and let out a soft moan. She loved seeing him look at her breast.
“So beautiful. Such a woman,” he said as he admired her form. He bent down and placed his lips on her nipple, sucking it and flicking his tongue at the same time as his hand again found her now bare pussy. His lips and tongue teasing one part of her body as his fingers spread her pussy lips apart, then plunged into her wet depths. He continued licking and sucking and kissing her breast as he ran his fingers all over her pussy, spreading and plunging and rubbing it.
Anabelle thought she was going to explode.
His fingers nimbly massaged her clitoris, stopping a few times to push inside of her. He enjoyed the feel of her, how tight and wet she was.
“Oh my God, Giorgio,” she said as she pushed her legs open, pushing her body against his hands.
He knew where he had her. His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking on it as his fingers moved more rapidly against her naked pussy.
She cried out as he felt her body shudder. He plunged his fingers back into her, continuing to massage her clitoris as he licked her nipple. He felt her body spasm and grow wetter as she came.
Her breathing slowed. She shook as he now gently and tenderly touched her between her legs with his fingertips, knowing how sensitive she’d be.
“Giorgio,” she said, “that was incredible.” She turned into him, kissing his chest, finding his nipple, then sucking it.
Suddenly, he felt her hand slip down his torso under the covers and pull his towel open to expose his body to her touch. He felt her fingers slide down over his pubic hair, to his hardened cock. He moaned deeply as she took his length in her hand.
“Mmmmm,” she said, taking her lips off his nipple. “You are so hard.” She ran her hand up and down his rock-hard erection, feeling the sticky wet tip. His body spasmed as she spread his pre-come around his tip and caressed his cock.
“That’s entirely your fault,” he said in a deep, low voice.
“I’m so glad,” she purred and began stroking him.
His hips started to rock in time with her strokes.
“Oh my, you are well-endowed,” she said as she felt him grow even harder and throb in her grip. “You’re huge.”
“You seem to have this effect on me…I hope my body pleases you, m’lady,” he said, then groaned as her grip tightened and she stroked his shaft faster.
“Oh lord, does it ever,” she said. She then reached down to cup his balls, feeling their weight in her hand. She gently rubbed them, then ran her thumb up along the underside of his shaft, back to the tip, which was even wetter and sti
ckier now.
“Uhhh…” he moaned, as his legs parted more in response to her feminine exploration of his male sexual form.
“Mmmm, I think you like this,” she said. “I think it’s your turn to pay for being so well-endowed and so bold as to rub me until I came.” She gripped his rod firmly, stroking his length up and down. She saw the sexual and sensual way his body rocked to the rhythm of her strokes. His lips were parted, his eyes were closed and he was breathing rapidly. She teased his balls with light touches between strokes. She bent over to kiss and suck his other nipple, keeping a solid grip on his shaft as she rubbed him, sending shocks of pleasure through his body.
“God, you get me so hard,” he said. He looked at her, his blue eyes pool of raw desire. “I’m constantly aroused around you.”
“Hmmm…I’ll have to remember that. I think I can have a lot of fun with you.” She grinned and started rapidly flicking her tongue against his nipple as her hand firmly pumped him.
He gasped. “Anabelle…you’re making me…”
“Yes, Giorgio?” she said as her strokes grew faster, her grip tightening on his long hard cock.
“You’re making me…” he pursed his lips together… “come….” With that he let out a loud groan and his body shuddered wildly.
She smiled as she felt his come shoot out of his tip. She held his shaft as it throbbed, pumping out semen.
He pushed his head back into the pillow as his body spasmed. His orgasm was huge as he shook, the final drops of come dripping out of his tip.
She massaged the warm semen along the length of his cock.
He bit his lip as his body spasmed one last time. His chest had a sheen of sweat over it.
She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding.
“You conquered me,” he said huskily. “You gorgeous sex kitten, you. You took me.”
“You deserved it for oozing sexuality and for teasing me with your half-naked body. Your form, that huge package you have between your legs, cries out for sexual pleasure.”
His body trembled. He was still breathing hard as he managed a mischievous grin. “Hmmm, come to think of it I did catch you looking between my legs that day in the car. I wondered what you were thinking.”
She giggled. “Guilty as charged. I was thinking of what was underneath your pants and how badly I wanted to feel you. You’re kind of hard not to ogle and fondle, you know.”
He kissed her forehead. “Well, I’m yours to ogle and fondle away.”
“Good, and I shall,” she said, wanting to ask if he was just hers. She was too shy, though. She didn’t want to ruin this moment and confuse things in case he wasn’t at that place yet. She hoped he was.
Anabelle snuggled into him and soon they fell asleep, their bodies entwined and sexually satisfied…for now.
Chapter 16
Anabelle and Giorgio had fallen asleep together in her bed for a couple of hours that Saturday night. When they awoke, it was still only early evening and they were both starving, so they had ordered a large pizza and watched a movie. Giorgio’s clothes were clean by then, so he had gotten dressed. They were very affectionate with one another and had a cozy, comfortable evening in one another’s company. Anabelle felt closer than ever to him after their very steamy, erotic encounter.
Giorgio headed home late that night. Anabelle had considered inviting him to stay over, but she wasn’t ready for that. Waking up with him, the morning after, spending a Sunday together, the implication of it all was just too much too soon for her, even though she was falling hard for him, even more so now. She needed more certainty in where she really stood with him. Sarah would give her heck, but she had still been too scared to ask those questions. She couldn’t handle hearing an answer she didn’t like right now. Better to stay in her happy bubble for now, she figured. She liked it there.
She and Giorgio had talked on the phone on Sunday and he’d sent her a large bouquet of flowers to work on Monday morning with a note that said: To my beautiful Anabelle who gave me a night I’ll never forget. She swooned when she read it. He was quickly becoming the central focus of her life. She was floating on cloud nine and was finding it challenging to keep her mind on work or anything else that didn’t involve him. She replayed that night, every sexy, tantalizing, X-rated minute of it, and everything that led up to it over and over in her mind.
Raquel had noticed the sudden change in Anabelle, which she saw coincided with the flowers and the new diamond Versace watch she was wearing. She pretended not to notice, but she knew Anabelle could never afford a watch like that on her own. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where that watch had come from and she wasn’t too happy about that. Still, until a ring appeared on Anabelle’s finger, which she doubted would ever happen considering their different stations in life, all was fair game in her mind. She wasn’t giving up the fight yet. She was confident that Anabelle was woefully outmatched where she was concerned.
Anabelle’s phone rang. It was 10 a.m. It was Giorgio. “Hey you,” she purred.
“Hi beautiful,” he said. “Listen, I know this is short notice, but I was wondering if I could take you to lunch today?”
She sighed. “I’m sorry, I have plans already with Sarah.” She was going to fill her friend in on the weekend’s events, since Sarah had to work all day Sunday to meet another deadline.
“Oh,” he said, sounding disappointed.
“Could we make it another day?” she asked. “Or how about dinner?”
“I can’t, I have to work late tonight and pretty much every night this week. Actually, the stuff I have to work late on is related to what I wanted to talk to you about at lunch. There’s something important I wanted to mention to you, an event I was hoping you’d consider attending with me.”
“That sounds interesting,” she said.
“It is, but it’s not something I want to ask you over the phone. And it’s coming up soon.”
“Even more interesting,” she said. “Well, I could see if I can move my lunch with Sarah.”
“Really? That’d be great. Although, you’d have to apologize to her on my behalf.”
“Let me give her a call and I’ll call you right back.”
“Thanks,” he said. “By the way, I can’t stop thinking about you and our Saturday night together. I just thought you should know.”
“I know the feeling,” she said, feeling the butterflies start up.
She hung up and dialed Sarah. Giorgio’s statement made her want to see him even more. She hoped Sarah would understand.
“Hi,” Sarah said. “Calling to confirm our lunch today?”
“Um, that is what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“That wench isn’t making you work through lunch again, is she? I’ll remind you again that you’re not getting paid for all this overtime.”
Anabelle bit her lip. “Uh, no, that’s not it, but I was wondering if we could postpone our lunch? Maybe to tomorrow?”
Sarah paused. “Is it because of him?”
“Yeah,” she replied sheepishly.
“Seriously? He’s got to pull you away from lunch with a friend that you already had planned in advance?”
“He said he had something important to ask me and that whatever it relates to is coming up soon.” She knew she had to sell this better. “He also said it’s not the kind of thing he wants to ask over the phone.”
Sarah let out a long sigh.
“I promise this won’t become a habit.”
“Sure…”
“Promise. Really. Just this once. He’s not going to pre-empt our friendship.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Of course. I’ll make it up to you, lunch will be my treat.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“I insist.”
“Alright,” Sarah said. “Well, have a nice lunch with Romeo…oops I mean Giorgio.”
“Thanks, Sarah. See you tomorrow.”
Anabelle called Giorgio back to tell him she could make the lunch. He picked a restaurant halfway between their offices.
Lunchtime came and Anabelle grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Just as she was about to reach reception, Raquel came around the corner.
“Anabelle, I was just coming to find you.”
Anabelle looked down at her watch, her stunning new watch. She had to leave now to be there on time. “Can I come see you after lunch? I’m meeting someone right now.”
“This is a busy time for us, with the Tsar Enterprises proposal coming up,” Raquel said, her brow furrowed. “You know to get ahead in this business, you have to pull out all the stakes when you have something in your sights.”
Anabelle reflected for a moment on all the possible ways that statement could apply to the current situation. “I’d be happy to stay late, but I really need to make this lunch.”
Raquel gave her a withering look. “Fine,” she said, and then huffed off, her high heels clicking and clacking a little more loudly, emphasizing her irritation, on the hardwood floors.
Anabelle shook her head and headed out.
“Enjoy your lunch,” Jennifer said brightly as she passed by the reception desk.
“Thanks, you too.”
“Psst, good for you in standing up to her,” Jennifer whispered. “She’s not used to that.”
“Ha ha,” Anabelle said, giving her the thumbs up.
She left, feeling a little more empowered now.
She got to the restaurant only a couple of minutes late. She looked around the busy place, and then spotted Giorgio at a table near the window, waving to her.
He stood up to give her a warm hug and kiss. “Thanks for meeting me,” he said. He was wearing a finely tailored slate grey suit and white shirt, open at the collar.
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