Chapter Eighteen #2
"Not if it's done right. It's about socially accepted norms, and some people miss clues that what's comfortable for some isn't for others.
I'm thinking constructive conversation and reprimands that only come when the behaviors outright cross lines or the person is a repeat offender.
Like I said before, it's silly, just something I got caught up in.
" She sips her water. "How was your day? "
"I had to spend time helping Dad with something, which I didn't want to do. But he did help get Lyndall back."
She frowns. "She's his daughter."
"It's Dad."
I steer the conversation to chit-chat, keeping my eye on the room instead of wholly on her, which is fucking hard. Lola has no idea how hot she is, how unbelievably sexy in her work clothes.
Fantasy work clothes.
Thank fuck she isn't in one of the sluttier ones I got.
And slutty suits her.
Classy, too.
Anything, actually. I'll take her any way she comes.
But there's something about the green silk long-sleeve shirt that's almost sheer, and the hunter green pencil skirt and black stilettos that make her almost irresistible.
No wonder a number of men are eyeing her in a way I recognize. I've been there, done that.
And the erection I've been fighting all night is winning the battle.
I motion to the waitress and hand her my card.
After I tip, we head outside, and again, I can sense that tension in the air. The wrong kind. This one is a waiting heaviness.
I want that taut one buzzing with sex and anticipation, not whatever this is.
It's about a ten-minute walk home.
I look up at the cloudless night sky. "Nice night. We should walk."
I don't wait for an answer.
My people are here, watching, waiting, and the SUV we came in is waiting. It's a custom, black windows, and very roomy in the back. Like a limo, there's a partition, too, in case sensitive things need to be discussed or done.
I call it and text Rich, who is in charge of Lola tonight, to follow her and memorize the license plate.
Then I say, "Something's come up. You can walk home."
She stares at me. "Excuse me?"
"Walk. You. Without me."
She's still staring.
"You want your freedom, right? Well, you can have it right up to my front door."
My car pulls up, and I open the door.
But I don't think she's getting the memo.
I want to play secretary with her, but this time, I want to shock her with it.
"Wait."
I sigh. "What is it, Lola?"
"You invite me out somewhere nice, and now you're making me walk home?"
"That sums it up." I make a show of looking at my watch.
"Have you ever tried walking in six-inch stilettos? Because here's a tip, it's fucking hard."
I try to hide my amusement and go for annoyed and distracted. "You do it all the time in the office, Lola. I took you for a drink, and now I'm busy."
"But—"
"I'm your fucking boss, Lola. Don't piss me off."
"What? Ohhh." Lola blushes. "Oh! Well, I don't want to keep you. W-when will I see you, Sir? Only, it's Saturday tomorrow, and I have some work to discuss..."
Oh, fuck. That 'sir' slides down and sucks on my cock.
She said it in public, loud enough that anyone passing might hear.
It's not the weekend.
"Next week," I taunt her.
I think I'm going to fuck her ass in that car, then eat her out at home in the shower and fuck her all over again on the desk. I want to wash her body and explore everywhere, I want her tightness surrounding me. I want it all.
Of course, I'm not sure how to work in the shower, but I can think of something.
"Next week?"
"Lola, you need an attitude adjustment."
And with that, I get in my car, and we drive off.
I let Rich know I'll be pulling up in two blocks, just enough time to make her think I'm going to have her walk home. And then...then this car will be driving around until I've come in her and we can go home.
The trip around the block is endless, and pulling over until I figure she's had long enough is excruciating. I tap on the window, and the driver winds down the partition window. "Mr. Marino?"
"Pull over when you see Lola."
"Yes, Mr. Marino."
It doesn't take long, and he pulls up right as she wobbles along.
The heels really weren't made for walking. They were made for sex.
I throw open my door. "Actually, Miss Mancini, I've been thinking. I think you really do need an attitude adjustment. And it can't wait. Get in."
I hold out my hand.
For a moment, she looks like she's going to ignore me, but she takes my hand, and I pull her up and in.
I do it hard, fast, so she topples onto me, and then I shut the door.
I don't kiss her, which is the hardest thing to do.
This is about denial and control, and my denial and her denial are twined.
She wants my mouth like I want hers. Not giving in makes it hotter, the game sweeter, and I slap her ass and pull her top up, taking the bra with it.
I pull up her skirt so I can make her straddle me, and then I suck her breasts, one, then the next.
Fuck. They're soft and delicious, and the nipples are hard.
But her whimper is pure music that strokes my cock.
She's panting. "Get me out."
Lola's fingers are shaking as she undoes my fly, pulling out my cock and slowly jacking me, her thumb running over the tip as she does a squeeze on the upward pull.
God. Her doing that with her mouth on my cock would be fucking heaven.
Instead, I reach down and pull her panties, the delicate silk ripping.
"Sir!"
"I'll buy you more."
And then I pull her, so she sinks down on my cock.
Oh. God. I want to fuck her like this, and I'm not sure I can pull out to take her ass.
She's so hot and wet and divine.
I pull on her nipples, and then I grab her hips, working her on me.
She's got me wet enough, so I ease her up and nudge her asshole with my cock.
She gets it. She takes me, guiding me, holding me as she pushes herself down, and I don't think I've seen a better, hotter thing.
Actually, maybe this is hotter, with me in her ass, her pussy is mine to look at and touch, and I do.
She's half against the seats behind her, and I push two fingers into her, my thumb working over her clit.
Her ass is milking me, and I'm struggling to hold back.
I want to go balls deep in her, but the fact she's fucking me is insane, and with my fingers in her, I can feel her shudders and tiny little flurries of contractions.
She suddenly clamps down, and she rocks on me, shaking. "Oh, oh!"
Her pussy is coming hard on my fingers, both spasming around them and gushing, and I can't help it. I cum, too. Hard.
When we're done, I pull her forward and kiss her, a long kiss, deep, one full of satiation and emotions that keep sparking in my heart.
I don't know how long we drive around kissing, but it's a long, long time.
And worth every fucking moment.
Her pussy tastes even better than it did the last time.
I dry her off and give her the T-shirt she likes.
I'm not sure when the game ended, but I dress.
"Do you want to do anything or go to bed?" I'm careful not to say where and when.
"I could watch something."
"I'll get a bag of popcorn, and I'll meet you in the living room."
"Here is good, too," she looks at my suite.
I nod, but I don't leave. "Look. I know I've been controlling and trying to make it up to you with gifts. But..."
I take a breath. It's the truth and a lie.
I'm obsessed. I get that. And the obsession has got nothing to do with the danger. But I can handle it.
However, if we have any kind of relationship, it's going to be there.
I'm obsessive. It's why hacking suits me.
But she's not ready for that.
"But it's just because of this danger. Eventually, there'll be no need to be so over the top with protecting you."
Incredibly, she smiles and comes to me, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me. "Thank you, Enzo. Your honesty means the world to me. And as long as we keep being open, then I think things are going to only get better."