Enzo: Adamo Bodyguards Book 3

by Madison, Mia

  Reluctantly, I do. His dark eyes are fathomless, even in the light burning by my door. “Don’t you dare think you’ve done anything wrong.”

  I open my mouth to tell him I have, but I can’t make the words come out. Enzo has words, though, plenty of them. “If your roommate weren’t around, I’d take you in there, spank your gorgeous ass, and fuck you all night long.”

  It’s almost enough for me to come again, my whole body shuddering. My panties are already drenched, but I’m getting even wetter.

  “There’s nothing wrong with this,” he goes on. “You hear me? If you weren’t a client, I’d be taking you home right now. Which means I’m gonna be taking you home in a week.”

  Despite our obvious chemistry, his high and mighty attitude gets under my skin. I lift my chin and glare at him. “What if I don’t want to?”

  His slow smile makes my pussy clench. “Babe, if you really didn’t want to, you wouldn’t have just come four times on my thumb.”

  My face flames. “I wasn’t planning that.”

  “It’s got nothing to do with planning. You think I do this with every woman I meet?”

  I’m scared of all the things he’s making me feel, and the fact that I have no control where he’s concerned. “Don’t you?”

  His eyes narrow to slits. “That’s it.” He opens the purse hanging across my body, takes out my keys, unlocks my door, and carries me inside still wrapped around him.

  Katie’s sitting on the couch in her pajamas. We must have woken her up. Before I have time to die of embarrassment, Enzo says, “Excuse me. We have some private business to attend to.”

  He stalks past her and down the hall, still carrying me. I look over his shoulder to see Katie gaping at me, frantically pantomiming a phone call. Shaking my head, I motion her away.

  Part of me is scared of this — but not in the sense that I’m afraid of Enzo. And part of me, deep down, wants to know what happens next.

  Enzo pauses briefly at Katie’s open bedroom door, then keeps going to mine. I don’t ask him how he knows which one to choose. He carries me inside, shuts the door, takes my purse off me and drops it on the floor, then sits on the bed, shifting me at the same time so I end up face down across his lap.

  Holy crap. He’s really going to do it. My clit’s pulsing in anticipation.

  I’m facing the end of the bed. A pillow lands by my face, and for a moment, I’m puzzled that he cares whether I have something to rest my head on. Then his hand comes down.

  “Ow!”

  The impact reverberates through me, arrowing straight to my clit. I can’t stop my hand from moving to shield me. Enzo nudges the pillow closer before he snags my wrist with his free hand, and now I understand.

  I stuff it in my mouth as he continues, his arm rising and falling briskly. He’s not spanking me that hard, I don’t think, but I’m not used to this. As I told him, I was always a good girl, and besides, my parents had other ways of enforcing discipline. So it feels like a lot.

  Tears are gathering in the corners of my eyes by the time he flips my skirt up out of the way and keeps going. Every flash of pain makes my clit throb harder, the stinging burn spreading through my core.

  When he pauses long enough to peel my panties down out of the way, I take a deep, fortifying breath. And then I’m crying, and kicking my legs, and sensation coils inside me, tighter and tighter, until it bursts free and I come hard, thrashing on his lap.

  Enzo doesn’t stop; if anything, he spanks me harder, and I come, and come, until I can’t anymore. That’s when he shifts me to lie on my back and takes my panties all the way off. Before I can summon words, let alone any that actually make sense, he lies down with his head between my thighs, works his hands under my ass, and buries his face in my pussy.

  It’s a good thing my bed has two pillows, because now I need the other one. He eats me like a starving man, not hurriedly but with absolute focus, licking me open, lapping me up, sucking and nibbling. By the time he reaches my swollen clit, I’m ready to go off again.

  He closes his mouth over me, and now his hands flex against my ass, squeezing lightly in time with his sucking. I whimper frantically into the pillow, my hips arching up, and then he uses his teeth on me and I come so hard I see stars.

  One climax isn’t enough, of course, not for Enzo. He alternates between sucking my clit and letting me feel his teeth, each of them combined with another squeeze of my ass, and I keep bucking against his mouth as repeated orgasms lash me. When I grow too sensitive, he licks his way down to my entrance, fucks me with his tongue, and then works his way back up to my clit and does it all again.

  I’ve completely lost track of how many times I’ve come by the time he finally stops, but I’m certain I’ve had as many orgasms tonight as some people have in a year. Maybe a lifetime.

  Enzo prowls up the bed and moves the pillow away from my face. “Tell me to go.”

  The dark fire in his eyes holds me spellbound. When I don’t answer, he works his fingers into my hair, tightening his grip just enough for it to hurt a little, and I gasp as my clit starts to tingle. “Tell me, babe, or I’m gonna fuck your sweet little pussy right now.”

  I know he should leave. This is all so inappropriate, and Katie is here. He should absolutely go.

  But some wild animal has taken over my body, and all she wants is to be fucked. Hard. By Enzo, and only Enzo.

  “We’ll have to be quiet.”

  His eyes flare. He kisses me, hot and hard, and I taste myself on his tongue. Thirty seconds later, we’re both naked. One of the pillows goes under my ass, and then he’s rubbing the head of his cock through my wetness.

  He looks way too big to fit, but I don’t care. The woman I was a few hours ago, before I met him, would absolutely care. Now, I just want him.

  Enzo sets his tip at my opening and starts to push inside me. My eyes go wide as I feel the resistance. His hand curls over my mouth, his hips flex, and he obliterates my virginity with one hard stroke.

  I gasp, but it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected, probably because of all my orgasms. Any discomfort is rapidly being swallowed up by the sensation of his cock pulsing against my inner walls.

  He keeps his hand over my mouth; the other one curls over my shoulder, holding me in place. And then he starts to move.

  Pulling back, then plunging home, he fucks me with slow, deep, hard thrusts, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel utterly branded, taken, claimed. And I love it.

  “Put your hand on your clit, babe.” His voice is a low growl. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

  I do as he says, powerless to resist when he’s like this. And why would I want to resist coming all over his cock, anyway?

  At my first touch, I start to climax. “Good girl. Let it happen; come for me.” And I do, spasming around his cock, my head going back as my back arches, pleasure searing through me like white lightning.

  “Again,” he demands, and another touch is all it takes to obey him. Enzo holds himself still while I’m getting off, and only when my final tremors subside does he pull out.

  I’m confused until he tugs me off the bed with him and stands me up at the side of it, bent over so my face is by the mattress. “Grab your pillow,” he orders, and I do, just in time.

  He spears inside me again, building up speed until he’s fucking me hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass, pounding some incredibly sensitive spot deep inside me. I don’t even need my clit. I come screaming into my pillow, and this time Enzo follows me over the edge, filling me a rush of with scalding heat.

  My legs are like jelly. So is my mind.

  Have I just made the biggest mistake of my life?

  4

  Let’s Move

  I wake in the night. Lucy and I are spooned in her bed, her soft curves nestled close. My cock is hard against her ass, but I don’t make any move to wake her.

  Or to leave. Slipping away in the night would prevent a certain amount of morning-after awk
wardness with her roommate, but no way am I going anywhere. The last thing I want Lucy to think is that she’s a secret to be hidden away, or that I just wanted sex.

  Our engagement may still be fake by next weekend, but our relationship is sure as fuck going to be real, and I’m going to make sure she understands exactly what’s up.

  Lucy stirs. Her breathing changes, and I know she’s awake. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.

  I’ve got one arm around her waist, my hand covering hers. I stroke my thumb over her skin. “You okay?”

  She turns to face me. I reach behind me, find the lamp on her nightstand, and snap it on. The light makes us squint and blink for a few seconds, and then we can see each other.

  Her skin is pale; there are circles under her eyes. I feel like the world’s biggest asshole. Cupping her face, I say, “Did I hurt you?”

  One side of her mouth curves up. “Besides spanking the hell out of me, and taking my virginity … no.”

  “You push my buttons, Lucy Dalton. Fuck if you don’t. Like no woman ever has.”

  Her smile fades. She studies my face with utter seriousness, like her life depends on it. “What does that mean?”

  I was going to ease her into things, give her time to get used to the idea, but fuck it. No time like the present. I stroke my thumb over her lips and give it to her straight. “It means this is real, with you and me. It means I’m not letting you go.”

  She’s lying there, all sleepy and rumpled, but somehow manages to look haughty. “And I don’t get any say in the matter?”

  “Sweetheart, you know it’s hot as fuck when you get all imperious with me, right?”

  That gets me one of her blushes, and though she tries to keep her expression stern, she loses that battle as another smile creeps onto her face. “You’re impossible.”

  “I know.” My fingertip traces the line of her cheekbone. “What I said last night, I meant it. I don’t go around willy-nilly doing this with women; I sure as fuck don’t do it with clients. I broke all my rules for you, babe.”

  “Because I push your buttons.”

  We’re only inches apart, but that’s too damn far. I draw her close and roll onto my back. She props herself up on her elbows, looking down at me, and having her breasts brushing my chest is sweet torment.

  “That sounds like I’m blaming you, I think you’re suggesting. Which I’m not, because first, it’s not a matter of blame. I did what I did; you did what you did. We both made choices.

  “And second, I own my shit; I don’t blame other people for my behavior. What I mean, babe, is that you get under my skin. I can’t keep you at a distance, and I don’t want to.”

  Lucy runs her fingers through my hair, and I’m so hungry for her that my cock jerks just from that simple contact. “In that case,” she says, “you get under my skin, too. You’re not the only one who broke all the rules last night.”

  “I know.” My hands skim down her back and rest lightly on her ass. She draws in a breath, and her face changes. “Still hurt?”

  “Still sensitive. Enzo … I liked what you did. All of it.”

  All those orgasms were a clue, but I don’t say that. She’s owning her shit, like we just talked about, and I respect the hell out of her for it.

  “Good.” I run my hands up her back, on either side of her spine, and down to her ass again. “Not what I would have planned for your first time, if I’d had a plan. But I get a little feral where you’re concerned.”

  The smile she gives me then is all woman. “Good.”

  “You’re one hell of a woman, Lucy Dalton.”

  Her smile broadens. “You’re a hell of a man, Enzo Adamo.”

  “Glad we got that straightened out.” The early morning light is seeping through her window. “What time is it?”

  Lucy checks the slim gold watch on her wrist. “Five o’clock.”

  “Let’s get dressed. I want to take you to breakfast.”

  “Which of your cousins is it this time?” she says teasingly.

  “My parents.”

  Her smile vanishes. “Your parents?”

  “Yeah. They’re both morning people; they’ll be up.”

  She’s staring at me like I’ve suggested tap-dancing naked down Main Street. “You want to take me to breakfast at your parents’ house.”

  “The official reason is that it’ll help us sell the engagement, if you’ve already met my parents by the time I meet yours. The real reason is that I want them to meet you.”

  Her expression turns soft; her eyes get shiny. “Enzo.”

  I bring her head down to mine for a quick kiss, not quite a peck on the cheek, but close. If we get going, who knows when we’ll stop; and besides, she needs time to recover. “Let’s move, Luce.”

  5

  Not For Nothing

  I’m so freaking horny.

  It’s Friday afternoon, one week after I met Enzo and my world turned upside down. A lot has happened since then, but the one thing that hasn’t happened is more sex.

  First, the morning after he spent the night with me, Enzo took me to breakfast at his parents’ house. I was so nervous about that. With us showing up so early, it felt like “Just had sex with your son” was stamped all over my forehead.

  Plus, there’s no way in the world my parents would be okay with me bringing someone — let alone a man — over for breakfast without any prior warning. Just, no.

  But his parents were amazing. Not only were they not upset, they seemed really happy that their son had strolled in at not even 6:00 a.m. with a strange girl in tow. I couldn’t really wrap my head around it, but they were so kind and welcoming that my nerves melted away.

  They did notice my ring, so Enzo had to explain that we weren’t really engaged, which meant him explaining about my family and the whole situation. Awkward, or at least it felt that way to me. I imagined that they had questions like, Was this really the best way to handle it? if not What the hell were you thinking? Outwardly, though, they were pretty accepting and understanding, and didn’t criticize.

  We had coffee, and chatted, and they were so easy to talk to. And while we were working on making breakfast — all of us together, which was another novelty — Enzo’s brothers showed up, one by one, until the whole family was there.

  I wasn’t the odd one out, though, because two of his brothers — Nico and Gabriel — brought their girlfriends with them. Or fiancées, rather … real ones. Juliet, who is the office manager for Adamo Protection Services that Enzo mentioned when I first met him, was great, and so was Rachel. The three of us hit it off.

  So there we all were, one big happy family, talking and laughing and eating, and it was so wonderful that I kept wanting to pinch myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. And then Rafael — who’s the eldest brother, and I guess the de facto manager of their security business — took a phone call, and all six brothers ended up being hired for some big, last-minute job out of state.

  Enzo pulled me aside for a thorough kiss goodbye, and then the brothers all left, and it was just us three fiancées, real and pretend, with Olivia and Raul, Enzo’s parents.

  We talked a while longer; with Enzo gone, though, I felt hollow. Work is work, and it obviously wasn’t his fault, but having him disappear on me right after telling me he wanted a real relationship was disappointing, to put it mildly. Rachel and Juliet seemed to take it in stride, so I tried to follow suit, but it was hard.

  Then I had to go home and face Katie. She hadn’t shown her face earlier, while Enzo and I were getting ready, but her car was in the parking lot, so I knew she was there. Juliet and Rachel dropped me off, with promises that we’d all get together for lunch, and I let myself into the apartment.

  Katie was up, and launched immediately into full-on bestie interrogation mode. I had to ask her not to tell Jordan — to essentially lie to her future husband — which I felt awful about. But she said, “I was your friend first, Lucy. Jordan will underst
and.”

  I wasn’t so sure about that, but she’d promised, so I told her everything about how and why I’d met Enzo. Katie wasn’t as shocked as I expected about what I had planned. “I love your brother, and I love you, but I’m not exactly unaware of the power dynamics in your family.”

  She’d waited in the living room with noise-canceling headphones on, reading a book, to give us as much privacy as possible; but when we didn’t come back out after a while, she went to bed. Either we did a good job of having quiet sex, or she decided to be circumspect, because she didn’t ask about that, and I didn’t bring it up. What with her being engaged to my brother, we’d tacitly agreed that sharing explicit details of any encounters was off the table.

  She seemed disappointed that we were only fake engaged, though. “I only got a quick look at him — and he was in sort of a growly mood — but, um, that man is hot.”

  “Yeah. He is.” And then I got a dreamy smile on my face.

  Since I’d finished school and didn’t have a summer job lined up, I spent the rest of the week doing lesson plans for the fall. Katie and Rachel and Juliet and I had lunch a couple of times, and we also had dinner most nights with Enzo’s parents, which was weird but nice.

  They’re so different from mine. I love my parents, because that’s what you do, but I wish they could take a page from the Adamo book and be a little less … controlling.

  Enzo texted me every day, usually a couple of times a day, but at really irregular hours, which made me wonder exactly what their assignment was. He didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. He sent me corny jokes and puns; I sent him goofy limericks.

  No matter what we put in our messages, though, he always ended by saying he missed me, and I told him the same. It made me feel better that he stayed in contact even though his job was making a lot of demands on him.

  My nights I spent tossing and turning, wishing he was with me, hungry for his touch. Funny, how a single night was enough to make my bed feel wrong and empty when I was the only one in it.