CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Paolo
We were quiet in the elevator, just staring straight ahead as we held hands. This felt so… different. We didn’t get to acknowledge our attraction at work. And while we flirted at Sugar, we didn’t head to the VIP rooms together or anything like that. It was always a bit more subtle than that.
So, to just get to stand here with her now with no fear of being seen by anyone? To get to touch her? It was unreal. I loved it.
I rubbed her arm as I looked down at her. “Besides Carmen’s decorating have you been in the condo yet? Alone, I mean?”
She looked up at me, and the look on her face had to mirror my own. There was shock, happiness, relief—so many emotions there right now. “Yes. I’ve stayed here the past couple of nights by myself.”
I nodded. We got off the elevator at her floor, walked to the condo, and I waited as she used her key card to get in. I was holding the contracts in my hand, in a large manila envelope. I could feel something hard and rectangular there, so I assumed it was the key card Carmen mentioned.
She had gone over everything in the contract so quickly, I would have to read back over it at my leisure. Not because I wanted to change anything. But because I didn’t want to screw anything up. I wanted this whole thing to go how Jelly wanted it to.
We walked in, and I was impressed with the space.
It was a partially open floor plan with a sunken living room, a huge kitchen with a large island and bar, a dining area, and a hallway on either side of the living room that I assumed led to bedrooms and bathrooms. It was nice.
There were floor to ceiling windows on one side with a view of the bay down below.
On the side that overlooked the city, there were French doors that led to a nice-sized balcony with patio furniture on it.
“This is great, no?”
“It is,” she nodded with a big smile. “I really like it. I can’t really believe it’s mine for the next four months.”
I frowned. “Yeah, let’s talk about that. Why is it just four months? I know your internship lasts six months.”
She shrugged. “I only wanted to commit to four months with a… what do I call you? My Cinnamon Daddy?”
“Oh, please don’t. That makes me sound like some sort of pervert who lures young girls to him.”
“With what? Cinnamon? That’s kinda weird, Paolo.”
I laughed. “I don’t know. It’s just… creepy sounding.”
“Okay, well, I only wanted to commit to four months with my auction winner. After that, I want to move into my new house or condo, and I’ll finish up my internship while I’m living there.
” She stepped forward and messed with my tie.
“After we’re done with this.” She looked up at me, and I swear her big blue eyes made my heart skip a beat.
I wanted to grab her and tell her I never wanted to be done with this.
That I wanted to come home to her forever.
But I knew that was crazy. I was sure I’d be ready to leave her, too, after four months. “Do I get to help you pick out a house?”
“If you want to.”
I nodded and put my hands in my pockets looking around. Then my eyes centered back on her. “I get to be with you as much as I want over the next four months, right?”
“Within reason,” she smiled up at me. “Obviously, I have to work…”
“Not at Sugar,” I protested.
“No,” she laughed. “But would that be so awful? You’ve seen me there almost every night for well over a year.”
I ran a hand over my jaw. “I’m tired of sharing you.”
The smiled dropped from her face at my serious tone. “Really?”
“Yeah. I hated watching you with other men. It felt like you were giving them what was mine.”
“But we weren’t even…”
I held up a hand. “I didn’t say it made sense. I’m just telling you how I felt. Every time you left my table and went to someone else’s, I wanted to grab you and throw you over my shoulder. I was ready to go full caveman.”
“I didn’t know.”
I gave her a look. “Come on. Everyone knew. How could you miss that?”
She gave me a coy look. “I mean, I knew I was your favorite hostess because you always asked for me. But I didn’t think that much about you watching me with the other tables of men. I was too busy working. I assumed you were watching the girls onstage.”
I shook my head, a smile playing at my lips. “You were clueless. I’ve had eyes only for you for months. I didn’t look at the strippers. I quit going to Cayenne. I just had to be near you.”
“Why’d you quit going to Cayenne? I thought you went there first with Nico then came to Sugar each night.”
“It was like that for a while. But then I started getting impatient. I wanted whoever I was with to hurry up and finish. I found myself only thinking about you when I was with… anyone else. So, I quit going.”
“And why did you change your mind about the auction?”
I know I gave her a sheepish look. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you with anyone else. I wanted you to be with me.”
“Even though I’m not high class enough for you?”
I shook my head. “I was being a pompous ass. You’re plenty classy for me.” I bit back my worry. If my parents were unimpressed with her at the next function, I’d likely have to go with someone else. Or face them trying to force me to marry Gia Santoro. Did I need to tell her that now, or…
She grabbed my tie and started pulling me towards one of the hallways. “Do you want to see my bedroom?”
“I would love to see that, baby.” I followed along behind her, my dick hardening at the thought of what all I could finally do with her.
We walked down a short hallway that had a guest bathroom to the left and a large ensuite bedroom down and to the right.
I was pleased with everything I was seeing as I walked in.
There was a king size bed with luxurious linens, a huge walk-in closet with a good bit of my clothing already hanging in there.
I wasn’t exactly sure how Carmen had achieved that feat in the amount of time she’d had since the auction ended, but I wouldn’t question her abilities.
Jelly’s side had designer clothing, shoes, and purses. There was also a very large bathroom with double sinks a claw-footed tub, and a natural stone shower that was large enough to fit at least four people comfortably.
I knew what we’d be doing in that shower later.
“This is great,” I said. I wrapped my arms around her, pushing her back towards the bed. “Do I get to stay over with you?”
“Whenever you want to,” she said playfully as the back of her legs hit the bed and she sat down. The slit in her dress went all the way up her thigh. She crossed those long legs of hers and I could see half her ass because of that slit.
“I like the sound of that,” I said in a low voice, starting to untie my tie and unbutton my shirt.
“And there’s the guest room down the hall or this exact same layout on the other side of the condo if you’d rather sleep by yourself.”
“Are you kidding?” I pulled my shirt off and tossed it onto a chair. “I never want to let you go, baby.” I pushed up her dress until it was bunched around her waist. “Spread your legs.”
She did as I asked, looking up at me with those eyes and that mouth. I remembered how good it had felt wrapped around my cock earlier, and I had to bite back a groan. “Unzip my pants.”
She did as I asked her, leaning up to follow instructions. Then she took initiative from there, pulling my cock out and giving it some steady pulls with her hands. “Ah… that feels good.”
“Yeah?”
I could tell she was about to suck me off again, but I wanted to be inside her.
Not that I’d ever turn down a blowjob from her, but this time I wanted to fuck her pussy not her mouth.
I moved her back until she was almost forced to lay down.
I reached under her dress and felt for a thong or whatever she was wearing.
I pushed it aside and entered her with two fingers, fucking her hard and fast.
“Oh God,” she gasped, gripping my forearms.
I reached into my pocket and grabbed out a condom, pulling it out and ripping the foil with my teeth. I worked it over my cock and then entered her in one swift thrust.
“Jesus,” she cried, laying back on the bed and gripping the sheets with her hands. “That feels… so good,” she moaned as I fucked her hard, holding her hips and adjusting her just how I wanted her so that she’d be forced to take me deep.
She felt like heaven. She was so tight, velvety, and wet. I threw my head back and yelled out my pleasure as I fucked the hell out of her, not caring how hard she had to work to take me. She was plenty wet enough, so I knew she would adjust soon.
“You’re so big,” she breathed as I lifted her hips to get a deeper fit.
“Yeah? Is it hard to take me?”
“A little,” she admitted, breathlessly.
I grinned. “I like that.” I pulled back, watching as my hard, thick cock pumped in and out of her tight pink cunt. “Look how good you’re taking me.”
She looked down, watching as I fucked her. I loved seeing her face as she watched me entering her over and over. I moaned as she grew wetter, making me know just how much she enjoyed watching us fucking.
“You like that,” I whispered, and she nodded lying back on the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist, and starting to meet me thrust for thrust. “You feel so fucking good.”
She adjusted so she took me even deeper and I bottomed out every time, trying to make sure to bump and rub her clit with each thrust of my hips. I was getting close, and I needed her to come first.
I put my thumb in my mouth and sucked it to get it wet, then moved it to her clit where I rubbed constant circles around it.
She mewled and moaned, and I was really digging her sex sounds. They turned me on so fucking much, which was a bonus considering her face and body already did that plenty on their own.
Finally, I pinched her clit gently as I drove into her and her gasps turned into cries and then screams as she shattered, her body shaking as I took her over the edge.
I followed right after, her cunt fluttering around me, gripping me and holding me even tighter.
I emptied a massive amount of cum into the condom.
I hoped it would hold it all, considering we hadn’t had the safe sex talk.
I didn’t know if we were going to be using condoms for the next four months or what. I kept driving into her a few more times, squeezing out every last bit of pleasure I could from her. Then I collapsed on the bed next to her, looking at her.
I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers before bringing it to my mouth to kiss her hand. “That was fucking amazing. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that with you?”
“How long?”
“Since the very first moment I saw you at Sugar.”
She grinned. “I felt the same,” she whispered.
“Then what the hell were we waiting for?” I mock yelled with a smile.
She traced her finger over my lips. “You know. You had to be all snobby and act like no one who worked at Sugar could possibly be good enough for anything but your dick. You know that didn’t sit well with me.”
I leaned over, kissing her deeply. “I was so stupid,” I said as I pulled back.
We lay there, breathing hard, holding hands as we looked up at the ceiling.
“What should we do now?” she asked.
“We could go try that shower out,” I suggested. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, racing into the bathroom ahead of me.
Soon, I was buried deep inside her as I held her against the shower wall, her ass in my hands as I watched her tits bounce. I unleashed all my pent-up sexual frustration on her. Both of us screamed as we came.
And we spent the rest of the night, into the early hours of the morning, fucking each other and trying to make up for lost time. And when I woke up, our limbs were so intertwined it was hard to tell where I ended and she began.
It was the first time I’d ever spent the night with a woman and slept beside her until morning.