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Traffic isn’t too bad and we reach his place in pretty good time. After he parks in the underground garage, I realize his Jaguar is there. “We left your car over at the warehouse where we had our meeting earlier today.”
“Yes. But I texted my assistant and he went over and picked it up and brought it back here.”
He. That little detail doesn’t escape my notice and I like the fact that Enzo has a male assistant. Even though it’s none of my concern, it makes me respect him even more. It also cements the fact that Enzo works when he goes to the office. He’s not there trying to hook up with some much younger woman who works for him.
“Ahh, well that was nice of him.”
Enzo reaches for my hand and tugs me toward the elevator. “C’mon, Bri, cannoli awaits.”
I can’t deny the little thrill that pulses through me and I hurry to keep pace with his long strides. Even though I’m not looking for a relationship, Enzo has me very curious and wondering all sorts of wicked things. Once we’re inside the cab, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me again. I can’t help but melt against him and get my first feel of how our bodies mold together. Absolutely perfectly. It also doesn’t escape my notice that he’s hard as hell and, if I have to guess, extremely well-endowed.
Yeah, I’m spending the night with him. My decision is definitely made. But, just one night, no strings. We can share some pleasure together and then when the morning comes, I’m gone. I can’t afford to get tied up with a man right now, especially one as slick as Enzo Rossi.
When the elevator doors glide open, Enzo lifts his head, gives me a devilish grin then guides me down to his door. After unlocking it, he pulls me inside and I look around his place. It’s amazing. Absolutely huge with vaulted ceilings and a large loft. I love how it’s all open concept and I wander around, admiring the design, setup and his decorating skills. Or, his ability to hire a good decorator which is probably more accurate.
“C’mon,” he says, tugging me toward the kitchen.
It’s straight ahead and encompasses an entire corner of the apartment. “This place is incredible,” I murmur, sitting down on a stool at the granite-topped island.
“I like it,” he says, opening the stainless steel fridge and pulling out some tupperware. “When I’m here, anyway.”
“I’m guessing you’re a lot like me and spend most of your time at the office or traveling to meetings.”
“Yep. Only too true.” He opens the tupperware and offers me a fork. “It doesn’t get much better than homemade cannoli.”
I sink a fork into it and take a bite. “It’s delicious. Did you make it yourself?”
“Sure did. My mom taught all her kids. Said if we’re Sicilian then we should know how to make cannoli.”
“Your mother sounds like a very intelligent woman.” I take another bite and moan, snagging Enzo’s attention. His dark brown eyes focus on my mouth and he drops his fork, reaches out and spins my stool around to face him. He’s still standing and his hands drop to my knees, slowly pushing my skirt up which allows him to step between my legs. I swallow the cannoli and he cups my face, leans down and kisses me.
I grip the lapels of his suit jacket, hands fisting in the expensive material, my anticipation and excitement building as I kiss him back. Our mouths meld, tongues explore, and my pussy begins to throb. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man. Years. They’ve just never been able to satisfy me, but I have a feeling Enzo will know exactly how to touch me, how to make me surrender. If his skills in the bedroom are even half as good as his skills in the boardroom then I’m going to get the orgasm of a lifetime tonight.
Tearing my mouth free, gasping for air, I shrug out of my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Enzo does the same and I grab his tie, yanking him against me for another kiss. It’s passionate and wet and desire flares between us. His hands grip my waist then one slides up my side, rounding over my breast and squeezing.
A moan tears from my throat and I arch, offering him more. His face lowers, licking and sucking my neck, as he reaches for my other breast. He pauses kissing my throat and whispers, “You’re right. They’re fucking fantastic.”
“Told you,” I murmur, lost in sensation as he unbuttons my shirt and slides a hand into my bra. His fingers tease my nipple and I think I’m going to lose my mind. No one has ever had the power to get my motor revving like this, and I’m ready to move this party to the bedroom. I need to feel Enzo’s naked body pressed against mine. I want to know what it feels like when he thrusts deep inside me. I’m pretty damn sure it’s going to be epic.
Yanking his shirt out of his waistband, I slide my hands beneath the fabric, letting my fingers explore the deep grooves of his warm abs. God, talk about abs of steel. He feels so good and I’m dying for more.
Pulling back, I blink, trying to get my bearings, and swallow hard. Desire and need are making me dizzy. “Where’s your bedroom?”
His lips twitch. “Are you in a hurry?”
I slide my hand over the front of his trousers and squeeze his hard length. “Tell me you’re not, Mr. Rossi.”
He groans. “You’re used to doing things your way, aren’t you?”
I squeeze his cock again in answer.
“Well, so am I,” he rasps, pulling back and out of my reach. “Take your clothes off.”
My heart thunders as I slide off the stool. I don’t normally do what people tell me to do—at least not right away because I have a mind of my own. And a bit of a rebellious streak. But I’m feeling naughty yet, at the same time, I have the urge to obey him. After unbuttoning the last couple of buttons on my shirt, I let it slide off. Then I slowly shimmy out of my skirt and stand before Enzo in only a blush pink satin bra and matching panties. His gaze dips, taking in every inch of my body, then lazily travels back up.
“Take it all off, Bri,” he orders, voice husky. “Except the heels. Leave those on.”
While he watches, I unsnap my bra and let it slide down my arms. His heated gaze soaks up my nakedness and I can see how much the front of his pants are tented. I’m about to slide my panties off when he steps forward.
