“I… Um… I read a lot, and…”
“Who’s your favorite author?” he asked, giving me an encouraging smile.
“I don’t have one.” I bit my lip and scraped up every bit of courage I could muster. “I just like the ones that have spanking.”
“Me too,” he whispered. “But reading isn’t as good as doing. What else do you like?”
“I don’t know.”
To my surprise, he smiled and petted my hair. “That’s okay. I kind of already knew you liked spanking, but if you’ll let me play with you, I bet we can find other things you like.”
“How did you know?” Oh, God, did I talk in my sleep? Had he found the filthy stories on my tablet? I buried my face into the pillow, mortified beyond reason.
Giorgio chuckled and kissed a path down my spine. “You didn’t deck me when I slapped your ass the first day we met and your pretty nipples got hard under that t-shirt I would prefer you never wear in public again. Now, tell me what color you are. I desperately want to make you come.”
“I’m green,” I said softly, lifting my head. “Definitely green. What was wrong with my t-shirt?”
“It was too tight, and you weren’t wearing a bra. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that except me.”
“Okay,” I whispered. I was stupidly pleased by his comment. It made me feel warm and wanted, yet I couldn’t believe he’d be jealous over me. I wasn’t about to argue with him, but it didn’t make a bit of sense.
“There’s my good girl.” He got to his knees next to me and reached for something I couldn’t see. “I already know you like your vibrator, so let’s see if we can up the stakes a bit.”
Something cool and slick touched my back opening. When I stiffened, he rubbed my hip and said, “Relax for me, sweetheart. Just let it happen. You can use one of your colors, or just say stop if you don’t like it.”
“Okay.” I let out a breath, trying to lose the tension in my muscles.
“Good girl,” he murmured, touching me again. “Take a deep breath, then let it out.”
The air caught in my throat, and when I finally got the breath out, he eased the object past the tight opening. It slid in surprisingly easily and I gasped at the feeling of fullness. It was even better than his fingers.
“That was amazing, Carlina. You’re doing very well,” he crooned. “What color are you?”
“Very green.” I wiggled my butt, feeling the toy jostle inside of me. I was definitely a freak for liking this so much, but I didn’t care. Yet it felt odd, like it was warming me from the inside. “Did you put something on that thing?” I asked.
“Just a condom,” he replied. “And maybe a little something extra. Do you like it?”
“I think so?”
“I’m happy to hear that. Let’s take this a step further.”
“What? Oh, my God!”
The toy inside me twitched, then vibrated. It seemed to grow stronger with each passing second, and I cried out with disappointment when it stopped. “Please, don’t let it stop!”
“Wait for it,” he murmured.
I lifted my head to look at him, and wanted to slap the grin off his face. He was enjoying my torment. Then I remembered what he’d said about being a sadist. The vibrations started again, and I moaned. I might be going to hell for it, but I really liked him being a sadist.
“Color, Carlina?”
“All of them,” I slurred. “Every shade of green there is.”
He laughed softly, and I heard a click an instant before he set my little vibrator against my clit. Lungs seizing, I squeezed my eyes shut while he moved the toy back and forth across the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips jerked uncontrollably and I was desperate for more contact.
Instead of giving me what I wanted, he moved the vibrator in circles with glancing touches where I needed it the most. “Fuck, are you trying to kill me, Giorgio?”
“No, but I am going to make you come so hard you speak in tongues.” He pressed the toy against my clit.
Finally! I strained, pushing against the vibe, desperate for more. The orgasm building inside me demanded release, and I was fast approaching the point of no return. Between the stimulation on my clit and that damned plug buzzing merrily away in my ass, I was probably going to pass out when I came.
“Oh, God! I’m going to—”
Giorgio pulled the toy away. “Not quite yet. Let’s try that again.”
The plug in my ass ceased, but I couldn’t predict its maddening pattern. I screamed, uncaring if I woke the whole neighborhood. “You asshole!”
“I did tell you I’m a sadist, right?”
“I swear to God, I’m going to poison your food. No, you might get an antidote. I’ll just smother you in your sleep.”
Laughing, he slapped my ass just as the plug started to vibrate again. “Naughty girls who threaten their sadists get spanked,” he warned, reaching into that damned bag I was setting fire to the minute I got a chance.
“No, not this one,” he said. “Ah, here we are.” He held up a leather strap and brushed it across the lower curve of my ass. “It’s the perfect thing for bad girls.”
The safeword was poised on my lips, but I kept quiet. He already told me he wasn’t interested in pain, and I wanted to see where this would go. Lifting the strap high, he let it fall. I clenched, the involuntary movement making the heat in my ass blossom into flame.
“Ahhh! What did you put on that plug?”
“A little warming lube,” he replied, his voice deceptively calm. “You probably shouldn’t clench down on it.”
The strap fell again. It stung a bit, but didn’t hurt. I’d slapped myself harder scrambling for my alarm clock. Unfortunately, it was the sound of leather against flesh that got me and I couldn’t help but tighten around that evil plug, its random vibration driving me insane.
“Please! I’m sorry, I won’t smother you in your sleep.”
“Or poison my food?” The strap fell again, making me groan.
“No. I promise.”
“Good girl,” he crooned, stroking my hair away from my face.
I was drenched in sweat, and the slick heat of my arousal trickled down my thigh. “Please, let me come.”
Giorgio
I stroked Carlina’s damp skin, then leaned down to kiss her sweaty face. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered. “Are you doing okay?”
Grabbing the remote for the butt plug, I turned it off to give her a break. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t drag this out much longer. She was tired, and I had no intention of stressing her sore ribs more than I already had. The gift of her submission was priceless and I didn’t want to push her past her comfort zone.
“I’m okay.” She lifted her head and gave me a little smile. “But I’ll take back what I said about not poisoning you if you don’t let me come. I also want…” Her voice trailed off and she flushed.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I want to make you come, too. Will you please make love to me?”
The sound of those words in Carlina’s husky whisper almost made me lose control. I got off the bed and stripped, uncaring that the studs of my shirt went flying. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Her eyes sparkling with amusement, she chuckled. “Looks like someone’s happy to see me.”
Grabbing the remote, I started the plug once more, making her let out a sharp gasp. “All you have to do is breathe and I get hard for you, Carlina.” I knelt behind her and petted her wet pussy, then eased a finger inside her. She clamped down on me and let out a soft mewl of pleasure.
“Please, Giorgio. Fuck me. I need you.”
I fisted my cock, then realized I’d almost forgotten a condom. Biting back a curse, I reached for one and tore the foil open with my teeth. I’d never come that close to taking a woman bareback before. Carlina had effectively destroyed a habit of almost two decades.
“Condom,” I gritted out. “One second.”
She hummed
in acknowledgement and twitched that gorgeous backside at me, making my cock jerk in response. I should have let her come instead of edging her. I’d be lucky if I could hold my nut long enough to make it happen for her.
Baseball stats. The endless stream of numbers on the spreadsheets for The Katie Project. None of those things helped me keep it together. Clenching my teeth, I eased into her wet heat, nearly losing control when she pushed back against me.
“Please, Giorgio,” she moaned, letting out a sharp gasp when the toy in her ass started buzzing again. “Oh, my God, that feels amazing.”
Too amazing. My eyes rolled back in my head from the vibrations. Worst idea ever. I should have taken the damned thing out. Desperate to make her come at least once before I lost it entirely, I scrabbled for the vibrator and positioned it between her clit and the pillow under her hips.
She let out a sharp screech of delight when I finally managed to turn it on, her pussy squeezing around me. “Come for me,” I said, leaning over her to nibble at the column of her throat as I thrust into her wet heat.
Meeting my thrusts with her own, she arched and stiffened, throwing her head back. “Giorgio!”
Her scream of pleasure was music to me. I prayed to last long enough to give her one more and repositioned the vibrator. “Once more, baby. Give me another.”
“I… Oh, God!” She shuddered again, squeezing my cock so hard it almost hurt. The plug in her ass chose that moment to kick things up a notch and pulsed against me.
“Fuck.” I groaned out the word, wishing I’d jerked off earlier so I’d have more staying power. I wanted to make this good for her, but I wasn’t going to last.
The silk scarf I’d wrapped around her wrists fell away and she propped herself up on one elbow. Reaching between her legs, she squeezed my balls, sending shockwaves of sensation up my spine.
“You’re not the only one who can tease,” she said, moving her hand. I hissed out a breath when she circled my asshole.
“Carlina, don’t… Oh, fuck me!”
Her slim finger, wet with moisture from her soaking pussy, slid into my ass, and my life flashed before my eyes. I bellowed, vaguely hearing an answering roar from the other room as I exploded into her, filling the condom with everything I had.
I dropped like a rock, crushing her underneath me before I had the presence of mind to roll to my back. “I’m going to spank you so hard,” I choked out. I needed to deal with the condom and the butt plug, but she’d fucked the life right out of me.
Laughing softly, she tossed the pillow aside, then eased the condom away and wrapped it in a tissue before doing the same with the plug. Snuggling against me, she threw a leg over my hips. “Promises, promises.”
Her eyes drifted shut and she muttered something in Spanish I didn’t quite catch before falling asleep. I inhaled, drawing her lemon perfume deep into my lungs as I petted her sleek shoulder. Carlina was wrong. I wasn’t out of her league. She was out of mine.
Crossing my fingers, I prayed The Katie Project would make her see me as a man worthy of her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Carlina
Giorgio’s soft breath wafted across my neck and I snuggled deeper in his arms. He grunted and pulled me against his hard chest, then buried his face in my hair.
“Go back to sleep, baby.”
Mercy, this was the best way to wake up. I’d never woken up in a man’s arms before. Even when I’d been seeing Mark, we didn’t spend the night together.
Telling myself to forget my loser ex-boyfriend, I bent my head and kissed Giorgio’s forearm. “Mmm, I like the way you woke me up,” I murmured, rubbing my butt against his morning erection. Ignoring the twinge from my sore ribs, I turned in his arms and wrapped my leg around his hips. He smelled delicious; a mixture of sandalwood and healthy male that revved my motor like nobody’s business.
Eyes still closed, he grunted and pushed his face into his pillow.
Well, that wasn’t what I wanted at all. I wriggled out of his octopus arms and disappeared under the sheets. I knew just the thing to wake a sleepyhead lover. As I was kissing my way down his treasure trail, he groaned and rolled to his back, his hands petting my hair.
That was more like it. Just as I reached my destination, a heavy thump rattled my bedroom door and I stiffened at the sound of Antonio’s voice.
“Shh, Leonard! Don’t wake Carli and Gio! He’s finally not being yucky and if we leave them alone, he might ask her to be my sister for real. We’ll get Mrs. Dennison to help us with breakfast.”
Giorgio sighed as his cock softened and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to stay under the covers forever or come out and face the music. I wasn’t sure why I thought Antonio wouldn’t catch us. He was a very early riser.
Lifting the sheets, Giorgio peered at me, a crooked grin on his lips. “I think I want to lock Antonio in his room forever.”
I sidled out of bed, then grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser. Pulling it over my head, I said, “You’d better go. It’s not a good idea to let Antonio catch us together.”
“I think he already has,” he replied, sitting up.
I nearly drooled at the sight of his bare chest. All those muscles… I shook my head, trying to pull my thoughts into order. “That doesn’t mean we have to advertise it.”
His shoulders stiffened and the smile faded. “Why? Are you embarrassed by what we did?”
“No! You were… I mean, I had a wonderful time.”
“Then you’re ashamed you got caught fucking me.” He stood and pulled his tuxedo pants over his hips. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul.”
“Will you stop?” I rubbed my forehead, trying to ease a burgeoning headache. Why the hell was he so damned sensitive about this? I wasn’t his wife or even his girlfriend and given the distance between our lives, it was unlikely I ever would be. I wasn’t about to delude myself into thinking I’d be anything more than a friend with benefits. “I’m not ashamed or embarrassed. You were amazing. I want to do it again. But I don’t want to give Antonio false hope when—”
Giorgio’s face softened and he stroked my cheek. Tipping my chin up, he kissed me, then pulled away. “You still don’t trust me, and I don’t blame you. With all the stories you’ve heard about me, it’s amazing you let me to touch you at all.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“That’s exactly what you meant,” he replied. “But that’s okay. I want you to do something for me.”
I didn’t hesitate. He’d given me a beautiful new kitchen and a home when I’d needed one, and all he’d asked for was help with his brother. “Of course. What do you need?”
“I want you to relax and get to know me. Give me six weeks to prove that I’m a man you can be proud of.”
“Why? What happens in six weeks?”
“Nothing special.” He looked away for a split second and a grin blossomed on his face. He looked like a little boy who had dug into his Christmas presents. “I just thought that was a reasonable length of time.”
He had a secret and I decided to let him keep it. I let out a breath and tugged on a pair of jeans. Would it hurt to give him a chance? It would make him happy until he realized I wasn’t his type. I’d get some great sex and break my years-long dry spell before we went our separate ways.
All I had to do was keep my heart guarded and make sure I didn’t fall in love. The last time I tried it had gotten me a shit job with a man who had stolen from me, then smeared my reputation all over the internet. I could count on Giorgio not doing that.
“You got it. Six weeks.”
Grinning, he swung me into his arms and spun me around. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
Lowering his head, he kissed me. I swallowed a moan and pulled away before I took things too far and dragged him right back into bed.
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and swore. “Sorry, I have to get to the office. Don’t hold dinner for me.”
I followed him and stared after him
as he raced into his room. “What the hell crawled up his backside?”
A moment later, he burst from his bedroom, hurriedly buttoning a pair of jeans. I followed him into the kitchen, nonplussed when he slipped his feet into the battered tennis shoes he wore to walk Leonard. He grabbed a set of keys off the board near the door and tossed them to me.
When I caught them out of the air, he said, “Take the Jaguar. Mr. Dennison is off, and I need to take the work truck back. Are you okay to drive?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Thanks. Oh, and here.”
He slapped a black credit card in my hand, shoving it under the key ring. “Take Antonio shopping. He needs new clothes that aren’t falling off. Buy him a new suit, and maybe a tuxedo too. Also, take him to the barber. He needs a haircut.”
“Giorgio, I—”
Wrapping his hand around my neck, he kissed me until I lost my breath and all my arguments flew from my head. Damn, the man could lay a kiss on a woman. “Thanks, Carlina. You’re a gem.”
Without another word, he disappeared and I heard the rumble of a diesel truck engine as he drove away.
“I thought he was being nice to you, but Gio is being yucky again,” Antonio muttered, walking up behind me. He sank to his knees and buried his face in Leonard’s furry chest. “I don’t want to go shopping.”
“Well, he has a point,” I replied. “You’ve lost a lot of weight, and the few things I’ve gotten for you are too big. It’s time to get you some new stuff that fits you. You’ll be more comfortable if you don’t have to pull up your pants all the time.”
“Yeah, I guess so. Can we have breakfast first?”
“Sure,” I replied, dropping the keys and credit card into my pocket. “I’ll scramble some eggs and make toast while you clean up. We want to get to the mall early before the crowds show up.”
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