My Mr. Beautiful: Eternal City Love, Book 1

by Passarelli, Caterina

  After our grueling workout, I hit the locker room and jump in the shower, giddy with excitement for our day together. Did I really just say giddy? That’s how giddy I am—I’m using words like giddy. Ugh, gag me.

  I take the quickest shower and then throw on a pair of skinny denim jeans, black and white Converse sneakers and a baseball tee. I try to dry my hair under one of the hand dryers but I settle for long beach waves, and then I do a fast makeup application. I mean, come on, he only gave me 30 minutes! I stick to the basics—concealer, mascara, blush, and some pink lip-gloss. I grab my gym bag and walk to the front doors.

  Leo stands at the front of the door holding his gym bag and talking to a woman who looks overly excited. She has short brown hair and hazel eyes and is wearing a pink sports bra and a pair of hot shorts on her ridiculously sun-kissed body. She speaks Italian a million miles per minute, so fast that I can’t understand a word she’s saying. Of course this would happen to me. I’d run out looking like a boy while yet another supermodel is throwing herself at Leo. Is this going to be the story of my life if I were to try to have a relationship with him? Probably. I guess it’s a good thing he took relationship off the table. My heart still is a little frazzled about that.

  I think he can see the look on my face of confusion mixed with disgust. He pulls me into a one-armed hug and kisses the top of my head. That was sweet. The Italian Barbie doll gives me the death stare as she looks me up and down. First secretary girl and now gym girl.

  Leo says a quick goodbye and tells her it was nice to meet her, and then hand-in-hand we walk out the door. She must be a fan.

  Mateo is waiting outside in his usual black jacket and black pants with his black sunglasses—this must be his uniform.

  Mateo asks us to set our gym bags down so he can put them in the trunk, and then he opens the door for us, and we climb into the town car. I pull out my phone to send a quick text to my mom—she always wants me to check in—and I glance up to see Leo staring me down.

  “You are in the company of an Italian man. Who could you possibly be texting?” he asks me with the curious look and then scoots over to sit right next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders.

  “My mom. I try to text her every few days so she doesn’t worry. She’s one of those moms who made me text her whenever I showed up at my friend’s house if I drove myself … until I was at least 20,” I say with a laugh, feeling a little homesick now.

  “And what about your father?”

  “He’s a great guy. I wouldn’t say I’m a daddy’s girl, because he treated me, my brother, and my sister all equal. He works hard every day and then comes home to work hard even more. The man is always working! Both of my parents went out of their ways to make sure us kids had everything we needed and more, even if they had to sacrifice themselves.”

  He takes a minute to really listen to my answer.

  “Sounds like there’s a lot of love in your family,” he finally says with a smile on his face.

  “Thanks! I’d say there is. What about your parents?” I ask, a little nervous because I’m not sure how much he is willing to share. I realize that I don’t know anything personal about him besides what I read in the gossip magazines and hear from Marco. I’ve been reminding myself to do a Google search on him, but now I feel like that would be too invasive.

  “My parents were always smiling and holding hands. You could tell they were in love when you saw them. They were the kind of people who could make you sick with public displays of affection.”

  “You said they ‘were,’ did something happen?”

  Leonardo hesitates for a moment before telling the story.

  “My father died when I was 13—he was killed in a motorcycle accident when he was driving to work one morning.”

  “I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine the kind of pain your family went through,” I say and squeeze his hand that’s now in my lap.

  “After that, my mother became extremely depressed,” Leo says, peering out of the limo into the Italian daylight. “To this day she still wears black almost all of the time. She isn’t depressed anymore but she’s a much rougher person around the edges now. And she definitely became very protective of me after his death.”

  Leonardo seems too strong to need any protection, but the sentiment is nice.

  “Did she ever remarry?”

  “No. Outside of her work and her charity, I’ve never seen her talk to another man. My father was her everything and she’s never been the same without him. It’s sad.”

  “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

  “No, it’s just me.”

  “Oh, too bad,” I say, joking around with him.

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Well you know what they say about people who are only children—”

  “What do they say?” he asks. With a cock of his eyebrow he knows I’m messing with him.

  “They say they’re weirdos.”

  “Weirdo?” he says, in the most hilarious Italian accent, trying to mock me.

  I bust out laughing and I can’t stop! My stomach starts to hurt and tears stream down my face. Oh great, there goes my mascara!

  “Oh, you think that’s funny, cara?” he says as he grabs my sides and tickles me. Oh my gosh, he did not just do that. I can’t control myself when I’m being tickled—I go bat shit crazy. I scream and my reflexes take over. I accidently swing my arm and, before he can duck, I hit him square in the jaw.

  We both stop and stare at each other instantly. I can’t believe I just hit him!

  “Oh, my God, I am so sorry!”

  He stares at me for just a second longer and then he busts out laughing. I feel mortified but I can’t stop laughing as he laughs—it’s contagious. We go on like this for a few more minutes and then let out loud sighs as our laughing wears us out. We both lay back wearily in our seats for a breather.

  “I can’t believe you hit me. You know I could call the police, and they’d send you to jail for assault,” he jokes, as he rubs his red and somewhat swollen jaw.

  “Oh yeah? Only an only-child weirdo would call the police on a girl!”

  “Cara, I’ll show you a weirdo when I play cop myself and take out the handcuffs,” he says with a growl in his voice.

  Instantly, the air changes between us. Is it suddenly hot in here?

  “Where would you handcuff me?” I say egging him on.

  I don’t think he was expecting me to go along with this topic. He leans in and whispers in my ear.

  “I can think of many places,” and he places soft kisses trailing from my neck to my earlobe.

  “Talk is cheap, lover boy. When you have the handcuffs, then we play.”

  He doesn’t respond to me with words, but his actions say it all. Leo pulls me onto his lap so I am now straddling him. With my eyes trained on his sinful mouth, I devour him. We both have demanding possession over each other, with sweeping strokes of our tongues, and I groan into his mouth.

  I press my cleavage against his hard chest and kiss him deeply and slowly. My nipples poke through my baseball tee, and he knows I’m just as turned on as he is. I suck on his bottom lip then claim him with my tongue, slipping it in and out of his mouth.

  I pull gently on his thick hair, and he firmly grabs my ass with both hands. I slowly grind against the bulge in his pants as his hands continue to massage my ass. I look down at the erection in his pants. I am so hot for him.

  Leo pulls my tee over my head and takes off my bra, and then cups my swollen breasts. I lean back as he takes my nipple into his mouth, and then blows across it. Oh god, this teasing can’t go on for much longer. I have never wanted a man like this before and he keeps making me wait!

  “Leo, I need to have you,” I moan as he continues to suck vigorously on my other nipple now. I’m glad he doesn’t play favorites.

  Leo is quick and suddenly I’m lying on my back and he’s towering over me in the backseat. He pulls o
ff my sneakers and jeans. I’m left in my silky leopard g-string.

  His eyes drink me in and then he runs his hand from my breasts and down to my stomach, and he cups my mound over my panties. I push my hips up and grind into his hand.

  He crawls down my body and slips my undies off with his mouth. He licks my pussy with his warm tongue. This feels amazing! I arch back and he slips his tongue into my slit. Every cell in my body is aware of his mouth on me. He flicks his tongue quickly over my clit now and I pull on his hair, letting out a gasp. He sucks on my sex and pulls on my folds with his lips.

  I realize I’ve had my eyes closed this whole time and I look down at him and I lose it. The sight of him doing something so intimate to me brings me to my edge and I feel the explosion inside of me. Every muscle tenses and I quiver beneath him in desire.

  After I climax, Leo climbs back up my body and whispers in my hair, “It was my pleasure.”

  I see two can play at this game! I laugh at him turning my own game around on me.

  “Your turn,” I say with a ravenous gaze on him.

  “No cara, this was all about you.”

  No man has ever made it all about me. I can’t get over how something so erotic can touch my heart so deeply. He helps me put my clothes back on and he pulls me into his chest. I nuzzle up into him, and as I listen to his heartbeat, I start to nod off.

  I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep; passing out in his cars seems to be a pattern for me. When I open my eyes, I see we are pulling up in front of a coral-colored villa with green shutters on the many windows; potted plants sit on each windowsill.

  “Where are we?” I look up from my protected area within Leo’s strong arms.

  “We’re at my villa in Montalcino. Do you like it?”

  Montalcino? We must have been in the car for more than two hours.

  “How many houses do you have?”

  “A few, here and there,” he chuckles.

  Mateo opens our door and has our gym bags waiting next to the entrance. I scoot off Leo’s lap, and we both slide out of the town car. I stretch my legs—how long was that ride? I see Leo talking to Mateo, giving him instructions. Outside the hustle and bustle of Roma, Leo looks so much calmer and even younger.

  Leo opens the front door and waves me over. I go to grab my gym bag, and Mateo beats me to it.

  “I’ll bring it in for you, signora. You’ll never have to carry your own bags if I’m around. That’s my job and I’m happy to do it.”

  “You are too kind. Grazie!”

  He just nods his head and I walk into the villa with Leo. The villa is open with big windows near the back of the house. Stunning paintings hang on the walls and bright colors are everywhere—on art, on lamps, on tables, and on rugs that sit on top of marble floors.

  “Let me give you the tour.”

  He puts his hand on my elbow and leads me into a big open kitchen with its white and black marble and stainless steel appliances. This place makes my flat, which I thought was nice, look like a homeless shelter.

  “Can you cook?” I ask him curiously.

  All of the appliances look brand new and top-of-the-line. But I, admittedly, have no clue what these can do. I do, however, notice an impressive espresso machine. Now that would make Marco super jealous! I fight the urge to take a selfie with it and text it to him.

  “No, I could handle the basics—toast and eggs. The appliances are for my chef.”

  Of course he’d have a chef! Outside of the kitchen sits the living room. There’s a fireplace surrounded by stone, a flat-screen TV on the wall, a black leather couch, and two chairs. There’s a great big glass set of double doors. I walk over to them and go outside. The sun shines over a huge crystal clear blue swimming pool. In the distance I see the famous vineyards of Montalcino. It’s breathtaking!

  “Want to go for a swim?”

  I turn around and see him giving me his signature stare, like he’s drinking me in again.

  “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

  Of course I don’t tell him that I’d swim naked, if he wanted.

  “I asked Mateo to pick one up along the way, when you were enjoying a little nap.”

  I stare at him in shock. Is he serious? This is a man with a plan.

  “Okay, show me this bathing suit.”

  “Follow me,” he says as he turns back into the villa. We walk up a set of stairs past the living room, and I see a row of doors. He leads me to the last door on the left and lets me know that this is my room and everything I need is already inside.

  I walk into an orange painted bedroom with a queen-size bed and a blue comforter. Sitting on the bed is a purple string bikini, the smallest bikini I’ve ever seen. Yeah, right. Was this a joke? I might as well swim naked!

  I strip off my clothes and put on the teeny-tiny purple bikini just so I can take it off and complain about it after. I notice that the bedroom has its own bathroom so I walk inside. I get a look at myself in the mirror and I have to admit, I look really good! This bikini fits in all the right places and hugs my curves—I wasn’t sure my giant ass was going to fit in it, but damn.

  I stare at myself for a moment, remembering what Leo and I did in the limo. I smile thinking about his lips and tongue all over me. I love what we’ve been doing but I am dying to have sex with him. Never in my life have I wanted a man inside of me more than I want Leo. What is he waiting for? If we don’t have sex soon I think I’m going to die. When did I become this needy? This horny?

  With the dirty thoughts out of my mind, I grab the pink beach towel from the bed and walk back to the pool. Leo isn’t outside yet, so I spread my towel out on a lounge chair and I lay back to get my tan on. I close my eyes and relax. A few minutes later, I hear the sliding door open and I open my eyes. Leo looks down at me, standing next to my lounge chair.

  He looks amazing in just his blue-board shorts. His chest is broad, his arms are strong, and he has a ridiculously toned six-pack.

  “Ready?” I say, standing now and turning to walk towards the pool.

  “Si, cara. I’m ready, but are you?”

  Before I know better, I’m flying into the pool.

  After coming up from under the warm water I say, “Oh, my God! I can’t believe you threw me!”

  “No, I did not. Prove it.”

  “Prove it?” I question back at him.

  Are we in sixth grade right now? Before I can answer, he’s doing a cannonball into the pool, landing right next to me.

  “I’ll prove it, all right,” I say as I splash water in his face. He laughs, and the next thing I know, he’s picking me up and throwing me to the far end of the pool. With all this water torture, he’s lucky I know how to swim.

  “You’re a bully, Leonardo!” I say after regaining my composure.

  He swims over to me and backs me against the edge of the pool. He is so close to me that the water droplets dripping from his dark brown hair land on my cleavage. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling myself as close as I can get.

  “Sorry for being a bully,” he says, leaning in to suck on my lips. I run my fingers through his wet hair, and he slips his tongue into my mouth. He circles his tongue around mine, and we kiss for what feels like hours. I love kissing Leo! He pushes against me, and I can feel his erection. Looks like he loves kissing me, too.

  He takes one hand off the edge of the pool, unties the strings of my bikini top, and throws it out of the pool. His hand grabs my breast, and he uses his thumb to circle over my nipple. Instantly they harden. I lean in and suck the water droplets off his neck. The next thing I know, he’s untying the strings of my bikini bottoms and throwing those out of the pool as well.

  He runs his hands up and down my thighs, stopping just before my pussy. I can’t take much more. He runs his hands up my thighs one more time before one finger is inside of me.

  I push my hand into his swim trucks and grab his manhood with both hands. I start to pump his length. While I’m s
howing his erection some love with my hands, his thumb circles my clit applying gentle pressure, and I’m in heaven. This man’s hands are magical. I lean my head back and moan, and then instantly two fingers are inside of me. He fucks me with his fingers, and I’m on the edge of exploding.

  “I need you. I want you inside of me. Please,” I moan out in between moments of pure ecstasy. I can’t believe I’m begging him—I’ve never begged. I’m usually the girl who has sex with her boyfriends just so they’ll shut up about it, not for pleasure.

  “Come for me, Elena,” he commands with a raspy growl. And, as if on cue, I orgasm. To hold back from screaming, I sink my teeth into his wet shoulder.

  When I briefly regain composure, no longer seeing stars, I grip his cock harder and start pumping him. Seconds later, I feel his massive cock throb and this time it’s him moaning into my neck.

  “Dios mio! I can’t believe you just commanded that orgasm out of me,” I say as I limply hang on to his body while we float around the pool.

  He laughs and says, “You never had anyone to do that before, cara?”

  “Definitely can’t say I have. Let’s just say my previous boyfriends didn’t command anything out of me, because I usually faked it,” I say, laughing. I can’t believe I just told him that.

  He grabs my chin and pushes it up to look at him.

  “Cara, you have not been with the right men.”

  The summer Italian sun beats down on us as he looks into my eyes.

  “At this moment, I’d have to agree with you. And I’d also like to add you are going to need to clean this pool.”

  I laugh and lean in to kiss him again. We swim over to the edge of the pool, and he jumps out and looks back down at me.

  “Well, aren’t you coming?”

  “Commanding me to come again? I don’t think this time it will work.” I laugh, floating around in the pool. “I’m naked, don’t you remember?”

  “Oh, I remember. Now get out so we can go get some dinner.”