My Mr. Beautiful: Eternal City Love, Book 1

by Passarelli, Caterina

  “I’m not getting out—what if someone sees me?!”

  “You are worried about someone seeing you now? What about a few minutes ago? You didn’t seem to mind if a stranger or the help saw all of that.”

  I wasn’t even thinking! I’m so embarrassed. Is anyone else at Leo’s house? Where’s Mateo? I keep letting Leo do what he wants with me in public places. I am so not that girl! I have never done anything in public before, ever.

  He’s still staring at me, and I can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t think I’ll have the nerve to get out of the pool. As he starts to walk over to grab my towel, I decide to give him a show. #ScrewIt

  I strut out of the pool, birthday suit and all.

  “You are absolutely breathtaking,” he says, as he looks me up and down, handing me my towel.

  “Stop drooling, lover boy, and get that dinner going.”

  Leo gives me some time to settle into my bedroom before dinner. I hope this is going to be a late night. If not, I’m going to ditch this guy forever because I don’t think I can face him if he doesn’t want to be intimate—all the way intimate—with me. How embarrassing!

  With my late night in mind, I shoot a quick text to Marco letting him know I won’t be coming in tomorrow. I think he’d excuse me for taking his advice by getting to know Leo.

  I jump into the shower to get the chlorine smell off me. I let my natural curls air dry and skip the makeup. I put on a pair of black leggings, a red strapless bra with some cute red lace panties, and an off-the-shoulder long-sleeve purple sweatshirt. It’s not glamorous, but it will do for lounging around the villa.

  I head downstairs and smell something delicious! Seduction by food. I turn the corner into the kitchen and see the lights are dim and candles stand everywhere leading into the dining room. On the dining room table sits a bouquet of red roses. Some champagne chills on ice, and the table is set with fine china. But the room is empty. Where the heck is my Italian lover? Oh great, now’s he got me using the term ‘lover’ as well. #Embarrassing

  I walk to the table and lean over to take a whiff of the roses; they smell divine. I’ve always loved roses. I don’t like many flowers, but these are my favorite. Before I can pull out my chair, a large hand grabs my ass. Leo spins me around and plants a kiss on my lips and then on my exposed shoulder.

  “Do you like roses, bella?” he asks me, as he pulls me into his chest.

  “Mi amo roses! These are lovely, as well as all the candles. Did you go to all this trouble?”

  “It wasn’t trouble at all. Just wait until you see what’s for dinner.”

  “Did you cook?” I give him a skeptical look. How long was I in the shower?

  “I’d love to take the credit for all of this, but credit goes where it’s due. Mateo set up the candles and roses, while Gemma made dinner.”

  “Gemma?” There’s another woman here?

  “Si, the lady who makes everything run smoothly in my life.”

  “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

  “Is it working?”

  “A little,” I laugh at this super immature conversation.

  “Gemma is my housekeeper and chef … she’s also in her fifties and is married with two children.”

  “Did you add that last part to let me know that she’s not a threat?”

  “Did it help?”

  I give him a little shove and take my seat at the table. Leo walks over to get the champagne and pops the cork, pouring us each a glass in crystal flutes. He hands me mine, and we toast to getting to know each other better. Before I can even put my glass down, a salad plate is in front of me. I turn to look back at whom so quickly put the plate under my nose, but no one is in the room.

  I dig into my caprese salad and realize I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I am starving! This guy better watch out because nothing comes between this girl and her food. I finish my salad, and the most delicious plate of cheese ravioli with marinara sauce is placed in front of me. This time I catch a quick glimpse of the back of the mysterious Gemma, but she’s out of the dining room before I can even say a quick “Grazie.”

  The cheese ravioli is to die for. It’s hands-down the most delicious meal I’ve had since coming to Italy. As I’m devouring my meal, I notice that Leo has stopped eating and is looking at me.

  “See something you like?” I say mockingly to him, putting my fork down and wiping my mouth with my napkin.

  “Si, you.”

  “Me? What could you possibly be staring at when you have the most delicious meal in front of you? Eat up, man.”

  “Don’t worry about me, I will eat. I just enjoy watching you eat. It’s cute.”

  “Cute? What do you mean ‘cute’?”

  “You make these little moans when you take a bite you love. You appreciate your meals. It’s not often a woman can let herself enjoy her food.”

  “Clearly, you’ve never been on a date with a fat girl before,” I joke. He has no idea because he dates girls who will puke up their meals after … if they even eat anything to begin with.

  “Don’t call yourself fat in front of me ever again,” he says, turning serious. “You are far from it, and I will not let you put yourself down like that.” He says this with such a command that I actually feel like I’m in trouble.

  “Sir, yes, sir. I had no idea you were such a drill sergeant.”

  “This is not a joke, Elena. You have an amazing body. You have sexy curves, delicious breasts and an ass that I want to bite or spank every time I see it.”

  This man is something else. First he seduces me, then he feeds me, then he scolds me, and now he is giving me a big ego.

  “Grazie. You aren’t bad, either, I guess.” I wink at him and run my fingers up his bicep and give it a little squeeze.

  “You are trouble, cara. Finish your ravioli.”

  “Again with the commands. Are you always this bossy?”

  We sit in silence and finish our meals. I can’t believe how at ease I feel with him. The moments of silence feel comfortable, not like the usual getting-to-know-someone awkwardness.

  9

  After the dinner made in heaven, Leo and I walk back into the living room, and I notice a fire is going and the lights are dim here, too. We sit down in front of a lush bearskin rug and sip more champagne. Slow down, girl, you do not want a drunken repeat of the other day’s ridiculous hangover.

  Leo puts down his glass and scoops my bare feet into his lap. He starts to rub them.

  “So tell me, what brought you to Italy?”

  I sit for a second and watch him rub my feet.

  “I was just bored and ready for a change.”

  “So when you get bored of Italy, will you need a change again?”

  Where is he going with this? Is he worried about me leaving him? That can’t be; he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want a long-term thing. Maybe that’s why he wants me? Because he thinks I’ll be leaving? I feel a little sad.

  “I have no clue what the future holds.”

  It’s the honest truth.

  “What did your family say when you left?”

  “Well, my family is really close, so at first they didn’t understand why I wanted to go so far away from home. But they knew that I was getting burnt out from day-to-day life, and I wasn’t really happy where I was. In the end they gave me their blessing.”

  “I’m glad to hear that. Their blessing led to this … us,” he says.

  “That was super cheesy, but I loved hearing you say that.”

  Before he can ask me more questions about the life I’m trying to keep secret, I decide to turn the tables back to him.

  “So tell me more about you. How did you end up employing Mateo and Gemma? They seem very devoted to you.”

  “They are like la mia famiglia. I am equally devoted to helping them whenever they need me. Both Gemma and Mateo worked for my parents – I’ve can’t remember a time when they weren’t in my life.

  Mateo worked security for my f
ather’s company, and then when my father passed away Mateo became mine and my mother’s personal driver and bodyguard. He took me to school and soccer practice, and he did everything a parent would do because my mom was so distant. She was holed up in her room depressed.”

  Wow. I didn’t expect to hear that they were so close. No wonder Mateo was trying to get me to see the good in Leo – he’s known him since he was a boy. He’s much more than just a driver.

  “What about Gemma? Was she always a chef?”

  “No, Gemma was my nanny and later turned into our chef and housekeeper. We had a bigger staff growing up, but my mom let a lot of those people go when my father died.”

  “And your mom just let you take her staff?”

  “Si, I can be persuasive,” Leo says and winks at me. “I think my mom knew Gemma and Mateo were my friends, sometimes the only people I had in my life, more than just ‘the help.’ ”

  Thinking of Leo as a little boy, without a father and with a depressed mother, holed up in a big mansion all alone, breaks my heart. I find myself feeling a strange devotion to these kind people who take care of him too.

  While this serious conversation took place, Leo never once stopped rubbing my feet. #IAmInHeaven

  When I think he’s going to move up my leg, he bites down on the sole of my foot. Completely catching me off guard, I spill the champagne out of my glass on the hardwood floor.

  “Oh, my God! I can’t believe you just bit me,” I say as I stand up.

  “Where are you going?” He stares at me with laser-focused eyes.

  “To the kitchen. I need to get some paper towels and clean this mess up … duh.”

  He pulls me down, and now I’m lying on top of him. We are face to face, and I notice that I’m breathing heavy. This whole experience has my heart racing.

  “I guess I won’t be going to the kitchen.”

  “Quiet, bella, you don’t always have to say something sarcastic.”

  He instantly rolls us around and now he is on top of me. I feel his massive erection pressing into my leg. I grind up against him and I notice a snicker on his face. He grinds back against me and goes right for my neck. He both kisses and nibbles down on it. I feel him sucking as I wrap my legs around his strong body.

  He pulls us up, and now I’m sitting in his lap with my legs still wrapped around him. My hands are in his thick hair, and then he lifts them over my head to take off my sweatshirt and unclasp my bra. He rubs my breasts, and I lean back so he can get a better view. He smiles at me and then lowers his head to my chest to suck on my nipples. I let out a moan as he starts to circle his tongue around my right nipple. The things Leo can do with his tongue!

  I lean back in and decide it’s my turn to be in charge. I lift off his shirt and run my nails lightly down his chest through his dark brown hair. Normally chest hair turns me off, but Leo has a just the right amount to turn me on. Not too hairy, but not bare like a boy.

  Leo lays me back and slips my leggings slowly down my legs, and then my panties. I’m lying naked against the luxurious bearskin rug. Combine that with the heat I feel from the fire and my body, and it’s a deadly combination.

  I watch as Leo stands up to strip from his dark blue jeans and boxer briefs. I admire his chiseled body. He kneels down on the rug and spreads my knees apart. He crawls his way between my legs. I smell the scent of my desire, and he hasn’t even touched there yet.

  Before I can say please, he dips his head to my sex and runs his tongue in circles around my clit. I jerk at the sudden movement. He holds me down and continues to lick and suck. He sticks his tongue inside of my pussy, and I don’t think I can hold out anymore. I thrust my hips up and grind into his mouth. I want him inside me … now. For our first time.

  “Don’t make me beg any longer,” I plead.

  The next minute he is reaching for a condom. He props himself up on each side of me on his elbows. We lock eyes, and I can feel the head of his penis touch my wet entrance. He’s teasing me, rocking it back and forth around my sex.

  “You’re killing me!” I moan and try to grind my sex against him.

  “Bella, I’m in charge. I’ll make you wait.” He smiles down at me. Over my dead body!

  He kisses me deeply and slowly. It’s so sensual I almost forget about this waiting cock, that is until he pushes inside of me. I am so wet; I feel him slide right in but he’s bigger than I’m used to. It takes a second for me to adjust to the pressure but when I hear him groan and push deeper inside me I lose it.

  “You are so tight,” he says as he pulls out of me and then slowly moves himself in and out.

  His thrusts grow harder and faster. I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer. I’m clawing my nails into his back as I hold on while he pulses on top of me. We are both sweaty from the fire burning next to us and our bodies are slick against one another.

  I feel anticipation building deep inside me. His teeth meet my lower lip, and he pulls on it. That pushes me over the edge and I explode around him as I climax. He thrusts one more time, and I feel him quiver as he orgasms.

  He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him as close as I possibly can. It’s silent except for our heavy breathing while we both try to calm down. At some point he pulls out of me, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms in front of a dying fire. #ItWasWorthTheWait

  I wake up in Leo’s bedroom, this time with him in the bed with me. I take my time studying his handsome face. He looks so relaxed and boyish while sleeping. I peek under the covers and notice that we are both still very naked. I crawl beneath the sheet, finding his hard length of a cock waiting for me. Hello morning wood!

  I slide both of my hands up his shaft and I hear him let out a moan.

  “Good morning, Elena.”

  He pulls the sheets down to grab a fistful of my hair. I let out a small chuckle and then lick him like a lollipop. He tenses, and I run my lips gently up and down his penis until I get to the tip. I swirl my tongue around it and then suck it with a little more force. He lets out a little growl, and then I take him deep. I continue to suck on him and swirl my tongue around his cock. I run my hands up his thighs while my mouth drives him crazy. I hear a hiss between his clenched teeth, and then he starts to come in my mouth while panting my name. I swallow and then crawl back up the bed to give him a kiss.

  “I can get used to waking up like that every morning,” he says with a huge grin. We are lying facing each other; he’s propped up on his elbow. He reaches over to skim his fingers against my hard nipples.

  “I see you like it, too,” he says as he gives my nipple a squeeze.

  “I love giving you pleasure—it turns me on, too.”

  “You are amazing.”

  He rolls on top of me and flicks his tongue into my mouth. I shove him off me and jump out of the bed in search of my clothes.

  “Settle down, lover boy. Enough sex … for now.”

  “Enough sex? You were just begging me for it,” he laughs at me.

  “I have something in mind for us to do,” I say as I pull my leggings back on.

  “Oh, yeah? And what is that?”

  “Go get your sneakers—we are going for a run.”

  I leave Leo to throw on some running clothes while I go to my bedroom to grab my sneakers. I’m downstairs before Leo and I smell the espresso coming from his kitchen. I see a red-haired woman standing at the island putting egg frittatas on two plates; she looks up at me and smiles.

  “You must be the infamous Gemma.”

  “Guilty! Nice to meet you, the also-infamous Elena,” she says as she points to the kitchen table. She grabs the plates and heads there as well. She sits both plates down and then walks back to get the coffees.

  “Thank you so much. This looks amazing.”

  “Grazie,” she thanks me and, when she’s not looking, I take a hard look at her. She’s a shorter, stockier woman—probably five-foot-two at the most. She has shoulder-length fiery red hair and looks l
ike a great Italian mom with a ‘caring but won’t take shit from anyone’ air about her.

  Leo walks into the room looking just as incredible in his black track jacket and pants as he does in suits and jeans. He leans over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek before taking his seat beside me.

  “Buon giorno, Gemma,” Leo greets her as she brings over our espressos.

  “Buon giorno, signor Forte. Can I get you two anything else?”

  “No, breakfast looks great. Grazie.”

  Leo and I eat and chat easily over our frittatas and espressos, and then we head outside to start our run. It’s a sunny day; the air is crisp this early in the morning and it’s the prettiest hill town I’ve ever seen.

  “Come on, Mr. Beautiful, show me what you got,” I say taking off in a sprint. He follows after me and quickly catches up.

  I slow down a bit and we settle into a jog side by side. It feels so nice to have someone with me during a run; I am usually always alone. I didn’t realize that until right now. We don’t have to talk, just keep our strides, take in the beautiful scenery of the hills, and listen to our breathing in sync. There’s a picturesque old fortress, olive trees, grapevines, and countryside to see.

  After running for what feels like miles, I spot a small park ahead and ask him to take a break. This looks like a nice spot to stretch and relax for a few minutes before starting the long run back to the villa. I find a park bench, do a couple stretches, and then join Leo sitting on the grass. Across the park there’s a mom and her two kids—a little boy pushing a little girl on the swing set. They are laughing. I catch myself staring at them while Leo is staring at me.

  “Do you like kids?” I ask, not to pressure him, more out of curiosity. I know it’s forward to ask.

  “Of course.”

  “That’s not an ‘of course’ type of answer. Some people don’t like kids.”

  “Do you like kids, Elena?”

  “Of course … duh!”

  “Always with the sarcasm,” he says as he tackles me to the ground and tickles me. I bust out laughing!

  “Enough! Enough! We are going to scare the kids! You remember what happened last time you tickled me. Do you want to get punched again?” I shout between squeals and notice the tables have turned; the family is definitely staring at us now.