by Rose, Renee
“You look at any other man tonight, I’m going to take you back here and whip your ass with my belt,” he says. There’s a teasing quality to his voice that lets me know he doesn’t mean it, although sometimes I’m not really sure. I think he could be that possessive.
But no. A player like Alex wouldn’t really be possessive of me.
Would he?
Chapter 4
Alex
“So tell me all the things you need to start your business.” I have the hotel pad of paper and pen in my hands. We’re still in bed. By some miracle, I managed not to hold Jenna down and claim her hard last night, but this morning she wasn’t so lucky.
Or maybe it was lucky, considering she probably woke up the entire hotel with her screams. I’d be buffing my nails over my prowess if I wasn’t so enthralled with just being with Jenna. Just hanging out in bed together.
Believe me, in my long history of taking women home and fucking them thoroughly, I never played cuddle me afterward.
But we’re propped up naked in the sheets, just talking. Just fucking talking about everything under the sun, and I’ve never felt more like myself.
Jenna lights up, the way she did yesterday talking about her business concept. “Well, that’s the beauty of it. I don’t need anything but a computer and internet connection. I don’t have to carry any inventory or purchase any equipment. I don’t need my own building or storefront. It’s simple.”
I nod and write ‘computer’ on the list. “Do you already have a computer?”
“Well, sure. I have my old laptop from college.” She waves at the desk, where a MacBook is plugged in.
“Do you like that one? Do you need something faster? Better? Newer?”
Her eyes narrow, lips purse into a sexy smile. “Why, Daddy?” She crawls over me and straddles my lap. “Are you going to give me an allowance?”
I groan as my cock returns to insta-stiff and adjust her hips so her pussy rubs right over it. “Yes, but there are certain duties you’ll be expected to complete,” I manage to choke as she rocks her pelvis and grinds over me.
She’s watching my face, clearly enjoying the power she holds over me now. She lifts her hips and I reach to yank her back, but she crawls lower. “Is this one of them?” She licks her lips, fisting my cock in one hand.
I can’t stop the growl that rockets from my throat. “Cazzo, bambina. Cazzo.”
She plays innocent coquette. “You need me here?” She lowers her moistened lips to the head and lays one soft kiss on the underside.
“Don’t tease, baby. You don’t want to find out what happens when you tease.”
She raises her brows with exaggerated innocence. “No?”
I arch a stern brow. “You wanna find yourself on your back with my cock so far down your throat you can’t scream for mercy?”
She chokes on a giggle. “No, Daddy.” She takes me into her mouth. I can’t decide if I’m pissed or thrilled to see that it’s not her first time giving head. She definitely knows her way around a cock. But most good Catholic girls do. It must be part of the training from the nuns. Heh.
Yeah, forgive me, Father for I have sinned. Oh, Christ!
She sucks me deep and my balls draw up tight. Her tongue swishes on the underside of my length as she pulls back, drawing hard enough to pull the chrome off a bumper.
I practically whimper. Me, a fucking soldier. That’s what she does to me. Nothing’s hotter than Jenna Pachino with her lips around my cock. I’m not kidding.
Those big hazel eyes watch my face, judging my pleasure.
“Baby, I’m gonna double your allowance.” I thrust my hips up, fucking her mouth.
She pops off and laughs, a husky sound that only fuels my hunger. “Oh, yeah?” She takes my cock between her tits and shoves them together, titty fucking me. Or am I titty fucking her? Who gives a shit—it’s hot. “What are my other duties?” She puts her tongue out so the head of my cock hits it when it reaches the top of her tit-tunnel.
My eyes roll back in my head. “Jesus, Jenna. Fuck. This is your number one duty. Capiche? I want my cock sucked like this every fucking morning until the day I die.” I thrust my hips wildly, which only succeeds in dislodging it from her breasts. “That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
“Hmm. It might be. Depends on the allowance.” She takes me in her mouth again, lowering until the head of my cock hits the pocket of her cheek.
“Oh, I’ll make it good, piccolina. I’ll make you scream all night long.”
She gets excited, bobbing up and down over my cock faster, sticking her ass out and waggling it as she goes.
“Goddamn. You’re like a fucking sex goddess. A sex kitten. I gotta get you a pair of ears and a tail.”
She pops off again and crawls up me, lines her pussy up with my cock. There’s a flicker of uncertainty, but I hate to take over when she’s obviously having fun exploring her power.
“There’s a condom on the table there.” I lift my chin to the bedside table. She picks up the box and fumbles with it.
“I’ll do it, angel.” I take one out, snap it open, and roll it on in record time. Her blush reminds me to dial back my mounting aggression. I’m the kinda guy who needs to be in charge at all times, but I’m gonna let her stay on top, let her explore.
She climbs on and rubs my cock over her entrance, then lifts up and takes me deep.
I hold her hips and thrust up, forgetting to let her lead. “That’s good, baby. That’s so good. This is your second duty. And there’ll be others. A whole lot of others.” I’m controlling her completely, pulling her over my cock as I thrust up to meet her with each glide. Her tits bounce with each thrust, her hair shakes and swings.
“Like what?” She sounds breathless.
“All kinds of things. Anything Daddy orders you to do. If I say text me a picture of your breasts, you take the fucking pic. If I tell you to take off your clothes and wait on your knees for me when I get home, I’d better find you that way.”
“Or else you’ll spank me?” She’s rocking hard now, making little cries as she pants.
“I’ll punish you, bambi. Turn your naughty ass red. Stand you in the corner. Fuck your ass with my big cock.”
She comes—I swear to Christ. I thought I’d come first, but the dirty talk sends her over the edge. She truly is my perfect match.
I grab her hips and pump hard into her a few times until I come, too.
Satisfaction.
I’ve never known this level of pleasure was even possible. Not just physical pleasure, but emotional. The whole thing. I’m happy. Comfortable. Sexed out of my mind.
I definitely don’t want to think about anything beyond this hotel suite. Not about Don G or Chicago. Not about convincing Jenna to come back. Or whether I’ll be able to keep her when we get home.
* * *
Jenna
I try to get up and get dressed, but Alex won’t let me.
“No, bambi. You have homework to do.” He turns me around and pushes me down in the chair at the desk.
“What homework?”
I’m totally naked, so it feels awkward, at best.
He wraps his tie around my waist, securing me to the chair. It’s symbolic, of course, because all I have to do is pull the end of the bow and I’m free, but there’s something so sexy about being bound by him.
He drops a notepad and pen in front of me. “You can’t get up until you’ve made a list of all the steps that need to happen for you to get your business up and running.”
I stare up at him in surprise.
He smiles down at me. Lord, he looks like a Greek god. His dark thick lashes curl above chocolate brown eyes. The stubble on his square jaw gives him a rough, sexy look. And more than that, warmth and affection shines in his eyes. I’ve never seen his expression so soft and open.
But maybe this is just how people look after great sex. I shouldn’t read too much into it.
He taps the notebook. “I’m setting a timer. Thirt
y minutes to brainstorm. If this notepad isn’t full of ideas by the time my alarm goes off, you’re going over the desk for a spanking. Capiche?”
I smile, wings flapping in my chest. “Yes, Daddy.”
He touches my nose. “Good girl.”
I have a hard time not watching him move around the suite, getting dressed, but when he sends me a stern look, my pussy clenches and I look back to the paper.
Okay, the steps to getting my business up and running. Great question.
I start the list. Make a website, contact merchandisers for discounts, advertise. Where to advertise? Facebook. Instagram. My Pinterest page has a million followers, so that’s a great place. What else? Develop a pricing structure. Get some media coverage in national magazines. That’s gonna be hard, but I believe anything’s possible. I’ve made dream boards before. I had Ibiza on one and now I’m here.
Before I know it, the timer goes off.
“Let’s see how you did.” Alex stands behind me, freshly showered and fully dressed. I think he loves the power position it puts him in to have me naked and him clothed. Or maybe it’s me who loves it. He reaches over my shoulder and flips the pages. “You filled the whole pad. Good work, angel.” He kisses my temple and unties me from the chair. “I guess I’ll let you up.”
I stand and face him, my hands on his well-built chest. “Thanks,” I murmur, lifting my face for a kiss.
He dips in for a taste. “For what?”
“For making me do that. For believing in my dream. I—” I stop, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. His face grows serious watching me. “No one ever takes me seriously. It means so much to me that you do.”
“It’s not a dream,” he says firmly, taking me aback. “It’s a plan. A really good plan. I’m ready to invest if you need investors. Anything you need, baby. I’m your man.”
It’s a little hard to stand up because my legs get wobbly for a second. I pull his mouth down to mine and show my appreciation until his cock gets hard against my belly and he pushes me away with a curse.
“I could stay in here and fuck you all day, baby. But I have an island to see. Wanna show me around?”
The wings take off soaring again. “Yeah,” I say, breathless with joy. “Let me take a quick shower.”
Chapter 5
Alex
Don Giuseppe calls during dinner. We’re sitting at an outdoor restaurant on the beach, indulging in fresh fish and rice after our day out sightseeing. Anybody else I would left swipe. For sure.
But he’s the fucking don.
“Scusa,” I murmur to Jenna, standing up.
Her eyes go wide and follow me as I walk down to the beach. I’m sure she knows who it is.
I clear my throat after I answer the call. “Don G, how are you?”
“How am I?” He’s pissed. I should’ve called in sooner. “How the fuck do you think I am? You’ve been gone for three fucking days and I haven’t heard a goddamn word. Where’s my daughter?”
“She’s here. I have her. I mean, I’m with her. We’re having dinner right now.”
There’s a pause. “You’re having fucking dinner. I can hear the goddamn ocean in the background. So what? You turn this into a romantic getaway? That’s my fucking daughter you’re with. You touch her, I will cut your balls off. Believe it.”
And I guess that answers my question about how Don G feels about me dating his princess.
I’m so fucked.
I resist the urge to clear my throat again. “She doesn’t want to come home.” It’s a lame excuse—I don’t know why I even try it.
“I don’t give a shit if she wants to come home or not. She’s had her fun. Now it’s time to get her ass back to Chicago. I’m not having my daughter playing Girls Gone Wild down there after the world of trouble she just caused me.”
“Of course not. I know. I was just giving her a couple of days to get used to the idea.”
“Tell her her mother’s going nuts, she’s so worried about her. Tell her her grandmother’s sick. And you tell her I told Nico Tacone to shut off her spending cash. She has no choice—she’s coming home.”
“I told her there’d be no retribution when she gets there.” I’m not about to bring my girl back if Don G’s going to punish her.
“Yeah, right,” he grumbles. “No retribution. When did I ever come down on that girl? I never did.” He’s just complaining now—there’s no ire in it. And I believe him. From what I saw, Jenna was always treated like a mafia princess, except for the marriage contract.
“I’ll get her home. By the end of the week—I promise.”
“No. Stop fucking around out there. I want her home by tomorrow, end of discussion. Capiche?”
My jaw’s so tight I think it will break. “Capisco,” I mutter.
* * *
Jenna
When Alex gets back my stomach twists up in a knot. I can tell by the look on his face everything’s changed. There’s a deadness behind his eyes, resolution in the set of his jaw.
So I was right. Whatever game Alex was playing with me, it’s over now. He’s doing a job for my father, and it just got called in.
“Let me guess,” I say when he sits down, to let him off the hook. “That was my father and he wants me home on the next plane.”
Alex purses his lips. “Pretty much, yeah.”
“And if I refuse?”
The dead eyes meet mine. A shiver runs down my spine. Who knows the things Alex has done for my father? What crimes or violence he’s committed that take the life right out of his soul? He shoves a hand through his dark hair.
“He also forbade me touching you.”
I feel like someone slapped me. The contract with Tacone may be off, but my dad still thinks he can control my love life. And of course Alex isn’t going to fight him. He can’t. In fact, Alex could be in real trouble. That thought pulls me out of my own selfish snit. “Right. Yeah. I won’t say anything.”
“Jenna, I have to bring you back. It’s my j—”
Oh, fuck this. I stand up and toss my napkin on the table. “I know—it’s your job. My dad is boss, so whatever he says goes. I guess I thought—” I stop, pressing my lips together to keep them from trembling.
Alex throws American cash on the table and stands up, too. “Thought what, baby?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Not your baby. Never mind. I was wrong.” I leave, even though I know without a shadow of a doubt he’ll be right behind me.
“Wrong about what, Jenna?” If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I hear panic in Alex’s voice as he follows me out.
I ignore him, walking swiftly up the beach. This is the last time I’ll feel the squish of sand beneath my feet. Tomorrow Alex will drag me back to the Windy City. No more morning walks, no more carefree days.
I don’t entertain the idea of running away—not even for a minute. Alex isn’t going to let me out of his sight. And even if I did manage to get away, he’d find me. I’m not stupid. I know the only reason my dad didn’t send him sooner was because it suited him and business to have me gone for a while.
I shouldn’t be pissed at Alex. I knew going into this he was doing a job. I knew he’s a player. And yet I still let myself get lulled into imagining we were starting a relationship. We were building something special, something unique.
“Jenna.” He grips my elbow and whirls me around.
When I shake his hand off my arm with anger, he releases it so fast you’d think I burned him. He holds his palms out. “Jenna, I’m sorry. Tell me what’s going on in your head. You’re mad because I didn’t listen? Because you have plans and you shared them with me and I’m still bringing you back?”
Okay, no. That’s not why I’m mad, but I’m actually kinda softened by the fact that he thinks that’s it. It means he did listen.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m not mad at you. I just don’t want to go.”
“Bullshit.”
Damn. Alex’s way of calling bullshit probably scares gr
own men into peeing themselves. There’s so much force and anger behind the word, it’s a wonder I don’t flinch. Or maybe I do, I’m not sure. I’m trying too hard not to cry.
But there’s no way I’m going to confess to him my real woes here. He has an inflated enough ego—he doesn’t need to know that I fell head over heels for him and I’m crushed to be reminded that he’s here because my father sent him, not for anything more.
“Just leave me alone.” I start marching back to the hotel again.
“Jenna, hold up.” He arrives by my side, matching my swift pace. “I’m sorry. I’ll help you out when we’re back in Chicago—set you up with your own place—anything you need. Just because you’re going back doesn’t mean you have to live at home or give up on your dreams.”
I stop, because his gesture is unbelievably sweet, even though it’s not the one I wanted. My nose burns, but I manage to hold back my tears. “Thanks, Alex. That’s kind of you.”
“Yeah?” He ducks his head, trying to peer in my face. It’s dark, though, and the moon is just a sliver.
“Yeah, thanks. I’m sorry I got mad. This isn’t your fault. It never was.”
He slips an arm around my waist, but I dance away again. When we get to my suite and he follows me in, his brows are down, eyes troubled.
Well, too bad. I’m the mystery he’s not going to solve tonight.
Or any other night. I had a nice hookup with Alex. He was the perfect guy to lose my virginity with, but if I want to keep my heart from getting crushed any further, I’d better keep my distance.
Chapter 6
Alex
It’s the longest fucking plane trip in the history of the universe. Or maybe just the most miserable. Jenna won’t talk. She’s not giving me the silent treatment—no, she’s quite polite. But there’s no friendly chatter. No making conversation.
