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by Tressie Lockwood


  “How about we skinny-dip since no one else is around?” he suggested.

  She wriggled out of his arms and swam to the side of the pool. “How about no?”

  As she hoisted herself up on the side, his boxers landed beside her in a wet heap. All strength left her arms, and she sank down into the water. Renzo moved up behind her but not close enough to touch. Knowing his bare cock lay inches from her ass did enough to her equilibrium. The string in her bikini top loosened, and she shut her eyes. She knew just when the material fell away because her nipples tightened as if they blossomed under his scrutiny.

  “Renzo, I said no,” she snapped.

  “Then push me away again.” His fingers curled in the band of her bottoms, but then he let go. To her annoyance, she had to bite off a cry of protest. His breath warmed the skin behind her ear. “Take them off.”

  Jada licked her lips. He had no right, but she didn’t care about that. She wanted it as badly as he did. Without a word, she pushed her bikini bottoms down her legs, and Renzo helped remove them the rest of the way. He tossed them over the side of the pool, out of her reach.

  “Now that we’re more comfortable…” He cornered her, an arm on each side so she had nowhere to go and would need to shrink to the hard, chilly wall if she didn’t want his skin on hers. Renzo’s chest brushed her nipples. She didn’t give her legs the command, yet they parted and rose until they circled his waist. He settled in against her so she felt his cock nudging her pussy. All he needed to do was arch his hips a little, and he’d sink into her opening. She raised her gaze to his.

  “I said we aren’t doing this.”

  His eyes widened. “You didn’t tell me no.”

  “I did tell you no, you stubborn man.”

  “Did you mean it?”

  Grinding her teeth, she pressed her hands to his chest. Not to push him away but to touch him. If she was honest with herself, she’d admit the addiction to Renzo, his touch, his body, his words, his hot gaze always on her. Lashes too heavy to keep open, she slitted her eyes and tilted her chin up. Renzo’s lips brushed hers. She stuck out her tongue a little ways, and he captured it, circled the tip with his tongue and warmed her mouth with the heat of his breath. I love him so much. He makes me weak.

  “I want to make love to you,” he said.

  She gasped. “You never ask. You take what you want.”

  “I always do. I would never enter your body unless you gave me permission.” He captured her chin and sent chills racing down her spine. She moaned when his thumb brushed across her cheek. Another kiss undermined her resolve. He grunted into her mouth while he explored its depths. When he drew back, she had to clutch his shoulders to keep from losing her balance.

  “Renzo.”

  He turned a hair, as if he would move away, and his cock head brushed her aching pussy. She dug her nails into his shoulders. He didn’t even wince but held still while she rested her forehead on his cheek, drawing in steadying breaths. Sure he said he wouldn’t take her unless she gave permission, but who the hell could withstand this? He’d always maintained control in their brief affair. He’d tease her with words, with a smile. A twirl around his finger with one lock of her hair, then he would flex those impressive shoulders and act as if none of it mattered, that he’d be okay with whatever she chose. When did she ever have a choice?

  Jada dropped her legs and twisted around. With one fluid motion, she hoisted herself from the water and strolled across to her bikini bottom. She picked the sodden material up and scanned the area for the top. “Okay, where did you put it, Renzo? I’m not up for the games. It’s late.”

  He emerged from the water, but she wasn’t in time to avert her eyes from seeing his cock, thick and long, ready to give her hours of pleasure. She swore. He approached, and to her shame, she rushed to where she’d left her towel and picked it up to wrap around her. Renzo caught the end before she could tuck it and did the honors for her. She stared up at him in surprise.

  “I don’t want to trick you into making love with me, Jada. We both need it, but if you choose not to give in to your desires, I will respect that.”

  She blinked. “Who are you? You never would have given up in Venice. In fact you never did. You pursued me nonstop until I was putty in your hands.”

  Startling her again, he kissed her temple. “I can have your body. I want your heart.”

  “What?”

  She watched as he moved away and picked up his boxers. After squeezing out the excess water, he bent to put them on.

  “You’re not seriously going to leave things there, are you?”

  He paused. “Cara mia, you rejected me did you not?”

  “I…”

  He waited in silence.

  “My interviews are going to be over in two days tops. I’ll have no more reason to stay in California.”

  Still he said nothing.

  She peered down at her breasts, hidden safely behind the plush towel. They hung a tad bit heavier now, and the nipples were more sensitive. She’d put on about five pounds, and already her hunger had increased. None of those changes dampened her sexual appetite. If she played her cards right, she could have him for two more days. Two glorious days with her legs wrapped around the most perfect of men in existence. Yes, her heart would hurt in the end, but she could survive it. She would survive it.

  The knot in the towel came undone without much prodding. She let it fall to the floor, and Renzo’s hot gaze followed all the way down, only to rise at his leisure up her naked body. His big cock twitched as if eager to get physical. Her breathing went shallow, and her heart pounded a staccato beat in her chest.

  She put her hands on her hips and dipped her weight into one leg. “Well?”

  “Come here.” He held out a hand, and she considered resisting him. The thought that followed said the sooner she walked over there, the sooner she’d feel his strong hands roaming her body.

  Standing in front of him, so close her nipples grazed his chest, she peered up at him and offered her mouth. Renzo didn’t play games. He pressed a hand in the small of her back to draw her nearer and covered her lips with his. A moan escaped her as his fingers skimmed lower to caress the curve of her ass. He thrust his tongue into her mouth while parting her cheeks and teasing her anus. The man strummed her body like an instrument, and she never failed to perform for him.

  He raised his head and stared into her eyes. He captured and held her there without a touch. “Cara mia, do you know how special you are?”

  Her heart skipped a beat, but she challenged him. “Am I?”

  “You are, and you know it.” He ran palms over her arms. “Every time I look at you, and each time I touch you, I can’t get enough.”

  “That’s lust. Any woman—”

  “No other.”

  Now her heart threatened to stop. “What are you—”

  “Shh.” He kissed her. “Let me love your body. We will talk later.”

  Jada couldn’t complain when he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to one of the lounge chairs. The cushion chilled her skin, but Renzo heated it immediately when he stretched his full length over her. He rested a knee and an elbow on the chair itself to keep from crushing her with his full weight. Jada found her hands trapped between them, palms flat on his chest. She had just enough room to explore and came across his erect, flat nipples. She loved how they felt beneath her fingertips and squeezed them. Renzo’s dark eyes deepened even more in color, and his moan sent vibrations through her hands.

  “Spread your legs, cara. I want to be inside you now.”

  She did as he asked, and the tip of his cock pierced her softness. She gasped and shut her eyes. How could it feel this good every time? He filled her, stretched her, and sent her pleasure into the stratosphere with the smallest of movements. Her juices flowed, allowing him easy access. His long, sleek cock glided into her pussy, and she whimpered his name. Denying herself this would have been insane. In fact, not having it over the last cou
ple of weeks had been torturous.

  Renzo made a sound, capturing her attention. She looked up to find he’d closed his eyes, his jaw clenched. He seemed to breathe through his nose, and he’d gone still. A tremor rippled through his body, and she realized he fought for control. Renzo enjoyed making love to her as much as she did with him. She hungered for so much more.

  “Damn, your pussy feels good, Jada. Raise your legs higher, baby. I want to go deeper. I want to lose myself inside you.”

  She lifted her knees, and he helped her, guiding them over his shoulders. He pushed farther up her channel, and she shook from head to toe. “Yes, Renzo. It’s so good.” She pleaded for him to speed up, but he kept his movements slow and deliberate. He thrust until every inch sank into her and then arched his back to pull out. When just the tip pierced her opening, he pushed in once again.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  Their gazes met. The intensity in Renzo’s swept her inhibitions away. On some deep level, she sensed their connection and knew she belonged to him and him alone. Emotions clogged her throat while pleasure assaulted her body. They came together in a slap of skin on skin and drew apart to meet again. Jada concentrated on the feel of Renzo invading her body. He stole her power, her ability to resist him, and she hung at his mercy as he took what he desired.

  Still not letting her look away, he released her legs to find her hands and laced his fingers between hers. Love swelled in her chest, and she did all she could not to allow it to be reflected in her eyes. The knowing expression in his told her she’d failed, but then he shocked her. His eyes softened, and she could have sworn she saw love shining back at her. Impossible. It’s the sex.

  She shut him out of her sight. He sat up, pulling her with him, and turned her so she sat on his lap facing away from him. His cock slid into her pussy, and his arm bound her to him. She shuddered and cried out when an orgasm took hold, raging through her being. Renzo reached around to pinch her clit. He massaged the tiny bud through her climax, driving her higher and higher.

  When her body calmed, Jada watched with slitted eyes as Renzo continued to make love to her. She enjoyed the sight of their thighs lined together, his tanned golden and her skin deep mocha brown. His hips moved against hers as she pushed back to him. Their torsos were locked tight in the sexual dance, and both his arms wound around her. She didn’t protest when he moved to play with her nipples. Just like her, he loved to feel the erect peaks in his palms. His teasing of them sent tingles between her thighs.

  “Come, baby,” she encouraged him.

  He squeezed both her breasts and weighted them in his hands. She arched her back and rested her head on his shoulder. Renzo drove faster into her pussy and then cried out her name. He stopped moving when his hot seed pumped into her channel. Jada expelled a sigh of contentment, but Renzo didn’t leave things there. He pulled out of her and turned her so she lay on her back again. In awe, she stared as he parted her thighs and went down on her. From the second his lips closed over her clit, she was lost. He licked and sucked until a second orgasm began to build. She squirmed and pleaded, dragging her fingers through his hair. His moans drove her insane. When she could hold on no longer, she screamed long and loud.

  Some minutes passed before she pulled herself together. By then Renzo had risen and retrieved their clothing. She took the offered bikini top and slipped it on, hating the sodden feel of it against her skin. When they were dressed, Renzo led her to the hall. On the upper level of the mansion, she was relieved to find her noisiness hadn’t disturbed anyone else and started in the direction of her room. He blocked her path, and she cast him a curious glance.

  “I’m not done,” was his explanation, and her body almost vibrated just hearing the words.

  Jada followed her lover to his room and was soon lost in the throes of ecstasy once again.

  Chapter Five

  Jada opened her eyes just as the door opened and the maid walked in. She trailed the woman across the sitting area, through the double French doors, and into the bedroom. Jada didn’t move a muscle lest she stir morning sickness, which plagued her nonstop whenever she’d been asleep too long. Or at weird smells, or breathing… She groaned inwardly thinking about it.

  Marie set a teacup on the bedside table and a covered saucer. Jada wondered if the early morning treat was something Renzo requested. Marie wouldn’t know to find her in his room, would she? She wasn’t used to rich people’s customs and felt kind of exposed to the servant, even if the sheets did cover her from neck to toe.

  “Good morning, Miss Jada. Can I get you anything else?” Marie asked.

  “Um, that’s for me?” She indicated the cup and dish with a point of her finger.

  The maid nodded. “Mr. Renzo asked me to bring it here. There’s mint tea and crackers to help settle your stomach.”

  Jada stared at her. She hadn’t asked for anything in the morning since she’d been here, suffering with the morning sickness in private, because it wasn’t too severe if she took it very slow rising. Renzo had considered her health and gave the order for the tea and crackers. What was he trying to do, make her stay? Temptation to do just that bowled her over like an ocean wave.

  “Thank you. That’s all for now.”

  The maid left the room, and Jada sat on the side of the bed consuming her treat. Whacked out hormones stirred her emotions, but she refused to be swayed by them. Not yet, but keeping the smile off her face while she showered and dressed proved tough.

  Renzo stood at the bottom of the stairs when she reached them and Jada paused, taking in the sight of him. He spoke with his brother, and once again, the similarity between the two men struck her. Both looked amazing in their dark suits, and she imagined they were worth a small fortune, more than she’d ever considered spending on clothing. Sure she loved her pair of Jimmy Choo heels, but they were special, and she’d sacrificed a lot to get them.

  When she reached the midway point down the stairs, Ettore glanced up and smiled at her. She didn’t believe he liked her all that much. “Good morning, Jada. Sleep well?”

  “Very, thanks. Good morning, yourself.”

  Renzo took her hand when she reached him and drew her in close. In front of his brother, he kissed her lips, and she stiffened, but Renzo didn’t let go. “As soon as I can arrange a meeting, I’ll let you know, Ettore. Accorsi owns an extensive four-star restaurant chain across America and more in Europe, not to mention his other holdings. We cannot afford to let this opportunity pass us by. This account will be a profitable one and definitely something you can lead.”

  Ettore frowned. “Surely that’s something one of the managers can take point on.”

  “One could, but you will do it.”

  Jada gazed from one of the men to the other and felt the tension between them. Something told her Ettore didn’t appreciate Renzo pulling rank, and Renzo wasn’t going for what she’d noticed already as the lazy rich boy attitude from Ettore. They faced off against each other, and she would have no part of it. She tugged free of Renzo’s hold and turned in time to spot their uncle headed in her direction. She swallowed a groan. Even if there could be something long term between her and Renzo, Gianni Mariani made her want to catch the next plane back home just to avoid his evil.

  Gianni stopped a few steps from the three of them. “I need to talk to you, Renzo.”

  “That’s my cue. I’m going to take care of some business of my own.” She stepped around Gianni, but he reached out a hand to catch her arm. The grip was tighter than necessary, and she glared at him. “Three seconds.”

  His face reddened, and he dropped his hand to his side. “I need to speak with both of you. This has to do with her, Renzo, if we can talk in your office?”

  She rolled her eyes and followed the two men into Renzo’s office. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Ettore escaped out the front door, and she wished she could join him. Unfortunately, Renzo guided her as if she were a delicate flower to the couch against one wall and ma
de sure of her comfort before he took the seat behind his desk.

  “What’s this about, Uncle?”

  Gianni’s gaze swung from Renzo to her and back again. He flipped his suit jacket back and stuffed two fingers from each hand into his pockets. Jada smirked. She assumed that said he meant business.

  “You are not the only man she was seeing in Venice,” Gianni announced.

  Silence reigned.

  “Excuse me?” A vein stood out on Renzo’s forehead.

  Jada longed for a glass of water as her mouth had become the Sahara. She stared at Gianni, marveling at the man’s gall, but then, he wasn’t lying. Not yet anyway. When she turned her gaze to Renzo, it was to find him watching her with a frown marring his handsome face. She flushed, knowing he must have determined there was truth in his uncle’s words. Still she remained silent.

  The triumph in Gianni’s stance from her reaction was obvious. “I did my own investigation into Ms. Thompson’s time in Venice. You were not the only man she was seeing. There was another, a hotel employee. Not one from the hotel she stayed at, but he worked for a local establishment. His name is—”

  “Antonio Furlon,” Jada supplied. “I can’t believe you are that anal and spiteful that you would look into my background, but maybe that’s how y’all do. How did you find out anyway? Did you bribe someone?”

  Renzo took his time coming to his feet. “So what he’s saying is true, Jada?”

  She stood up as well. “It’s true. I went out with him a couple times.”

  “And you’ve already established yourself as a whore, so it stands to reason the child you’re carrying could be this Antonio’s,” Gianni cut in.

  In seconds, Renzo was around his desk and had his uncle by the collar. The crack of his fist connecting with the older man’s jaw resounded through the room. Jada let out a little scream and covered her mouth. Her eyes widened so much they hurt. When Gianni Mariani hit the floor, the shock in his expression mixed with confusion at Renzo’s attack.

  “I warned you once,” Renzo bit out between clenched teeth, and Jada swallowed. She put a shaky hand to her face to brush back hair from her clammy forehead and worked to pull herself together. The Italian temper was legendary, but to see it firsthand and in Renzo set her nerves on edge. Not that she feared him. Instinct and the way he treated her gave her a strong impression that Renzo would never be violent with her. Besides, if he were, she’d do what she had to do to bring him down as effectively as he’d just done to his uncle.

 

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