Chapter Fifteen
Callie
Do you remember in high school when you had a crush on someone? The feeling when they talk to you. The weird sensations whenever they smile. That’s how I am feeling today. Yes, I am a grown-ass woman, but I am also crushing hard, feeling like a giggling schoolgirl. The man has put me under his spell using his perfect smile and spectacular cock.
I know he was holding back last night, his injury and my inexperience pulling up the brakes just a bit, and I can’t wait until he can fuck me properly. Not that what he did last night didn’t blow my mind. Hell, it blew every experience I ever had with my ex out of the damn water. I actually feel sad when I think I almost married Kevin. I never would have known what great sex was and that’s just plain sad.
I’m standing in the workshop—daydreaming of getting railed across the hood of a car—when Alan, one of the mechanics, calls out to me.
“There’s a guy out front looking for you,” he says.
I nod, grabbing my clipboard with the list of parts I need to buy or order today and walk back to the reception area. We are still cleaning up the garage and doing some improvements, so we aren’t technically open yet. Stepping into the office area, I can’t help but appreciate the way Mancuso looks. His dark olive skin and dark hair give him an air of mystery but his smile when he sees me has my stomach in knots.
He is dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt but that doesn’t stop me from remembering what lies beneath his clothes. How the hell does anyone ever get anything done around this man?
“You ready?” he asks, leaning his hip against the reception desk.
“Let me grab my purse.”
I walk past him, and he follows me into the inner office. I hear the door close behind us and spin to face him.
“What are you…”
His lips collide with mine as he threads his fingers through my hair and pulls my head back. He takes what he wants from me before pulling back, leaving me breathless and weak-kneed.
“What was that?” I ask lowly.
“I wanted to kiss you. So I did,” he replies with a grin. “And this fucking dress is driving me nuts and it hasn’t even been five minutes.”
“We agreed,” I say with a frown. The moment he releases the grip on my hair I step away from him, putting my desk between us. “I don’t want people knowing my business.”
“So, you’re hiding me?” he asks, his voice low. “Are you ashamed of me? Do you not want to be seen with a criminal?”
I roll my eyes with a loud sigh. “Don’t be an asshole. I just want to keep my private life private.”
Grabbing my purse, I stare at him. His forehead is creased with a deep frown line, and I feel a pang of guilt.
“I just got out of a relationship,” I explain. “I work with a bunch of men, and I don’t want them to think I’m easy. And you’re my boss.”
“Alceu is your boss,” he counters.
“Really? Is this not a family business?”
“Callie…” he starts but I cut him off.
“No. You can do this my way or not at all, Mancuso,” I say firmly. “But you aren’t going to pressure me into doing anything I don’t want to. I have had enough of that shit to last me a lifetime.”
He stares at me, assessing before he nods. “Fine. I’ll behave.”
“Good. Let’s go.” I walk past him and out into the bright sunlight. “I have a million things to do before we officially reopen on Monday.”
I walk straight to the most expensive car in the lot. A sleek, matt-black SUV. Mancuso chuckles as he opens the door for me to slide in before he rounds the vehicle and joins me.
“How did you know this one was mine?”
“I can tell you what most people drive after five minutes of meeting them. It’s a useless talent I picked up years ago.”
“I’ll have to see it to believe it.” He chuckles, driving through town.
It isn’t long before we are headed down a country lane, taking the back roads to Gypsy Falls. I take in the scenery as we drive, the radio on for background noise. The problem is, now that we’re alone I don’t want him to keep his distance.
“How good a driver are you?” I ask, my mind running a mile a minute.
“I think I’m an excellent driver,” he replies with a smirk. “Why do you ask?”
“I want to try something.”
“With my driving skills?”
“Your ability to concentrate.”
Turning in my seat, I undo the seat belt and smile at him before pushing the straps of my cornflower-blue sundress off my shoulders. I’m not wearing a bra, and my breasts are exposed to his gaze. My nipples pebble beneath the cool air inside the vehicle.
“Fuck,” he mutters, forcing his gaze back to the gravel road we are driving on. “What are you doing?”
I watch his hands flex on the steering wheel and I feel giddy. I never knew I could have this kind of power, pull this kind of reaction from a man. I never have before.
“You said my dress was driving you crazy,” I tease, my voice low and sultry.
Already, his bulging erection is visible beneath the fabric of his jeans. My hand rubs along his thigh and his jaw clenches.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he says lowly, his gaze traveling from my face to my breasts before returning to the road once more.
“If you don’t like what I’m doing, all you have to do is tell me to stop.”
My hand rubs over the material keeping his cock from me. I can already feel myself getting wet for him. His reactions to me affect me in ways I never knew were possible. Popping the button and lowering his zipper I quickly free his erection, running my hand over the hard length.
“Shit,” he curses once more.
I feel the car slow down and smile before leaning over his lap and taking his cock in my mouth. I run my tongue around the crown before taking his length fully into my mouth. One of his hands threads through my hair, using it as a lever to move my head up and down, his hips pushing up as he fucks my mouth. I taste his pre-cum, salty and perfect, and I want more.
I suck harder, trying to push him over the edge. But he pulls me off his cock harshly, fusing our lips together. I have no idea when he stopped the car but we are parked beside the road beneath a big tree.
“Stay,” he says, tucking his cock away and jumping out of the SUV. I watch him round the hood before he rips the door on my side open.
Mancuso grabs my waist, turning me on the seat before pulling my ass to the edge of the luxurious leather. I’m sideways across the passenger seat when he pushes my thighs apart, slides my panties to the side, and spears into my channel.
“Fuck!” I moan loudly, my head thrown back.
“I lose,” he murmurs. “I can’t drive or concentrate with your lips wrapped around my dick, sucking like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted.”
“I think we both win,” I reply as he stokes into me over and over.
Mancuso chuckles, tweaking one of my nipples. He pushes me back, so I am leaning on my elbows as he fucks me hard and dirty. My orgasm barrels down on me and I can’t hold back the moans that fall from my lips.
Short moments later, I fall into the abyss of pleasure he has created. And he follows me.