Chapter Twenty-Six
ENZO
Well, fuck.
Now I can't concentrate.
You would fucking think beating off for half the night over her honey taste and sweet body would get the frustrations and obsessions out.
I have done it. Been there, tasted that.
But it doesn't.
At all.
And I don't know what anyone has said to me in the building today.
I might have agreed to give away my fortune or adopt a bunch of children for all the attention I have paid.
Thank fuck no one is going to be asking me to do any of that. And thank fuck the only meetings I have got are after work. With Cade. Which is work. And I can bullshit my way through my strange turn in my sex life with him.
Ask a few questions about his wife, and he will pick up the slack.
I'm a little taken aback by my lack of love life since I started flirting with Lola. Usually, I have got one or two under my belt in a two-week period. Sometimes, it is three.
Call me a man whore, I don't care. But call me abstaining, and there will usually be trouble.
Except...
Except, it is true.
I have broken that seal. With Lola.
Or Alex has. And oral is still sex. But now I'm more obsessed, and the fantasies flow, thick and fast.
The problem is, if I lock them away, my other problems come back and bite me.
Her father.
Lyndall's young and pretty mom.
Fuck me to hell and back.
That fact wasn't on my rift bingo card.
I always thought it was over her father ripping Dad off. And it could still be true. Both things can be true, but add Dad's dead wife into the mix, and it makes the punishment for the crime of a lifelong friend suddenly fit a lot better.
Because Dad didn't just let Mancini sink, he let Lola sink and tarnished her with the crimes of her father, which is not fair in the least. Unless, of course, you are my asshole father.
Even so, I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around this fucking situation.
The thing is, I know Dad treated them both like queens. Mom especially. I can remember her smell.
And then Lyndall's mom had come along, young, pretty, someone who looked a lot like my mother.
I think Dad has a type. But he loved them both.
And when she died...
Shit.
How could either woman have done that to Dad, to us as a family?
And maybe Mom was just chased by the other man, Lyndall's mother the one who crumbled. Because it would explain a lot. Why he wants nothing much to do with her but also holds tight to her life.
Sure, Lyndall is female, not male, but times have changed, and there are more women in the criminal world.
I actually shiver.
It makes an awful sense.
His second wife betrayed him and us, and I think he might find it hard to look at Lyndall sometimes.
Or maybe I'm giving the bastard too much credit there.
But right now, it doesn't matter. Right now, I'm here, in the office, with the girl I ate out sitting at the desk in the foyer, and I...
Fuck. I really want to say I feel like some kind of slime, but I don't.
It is still me she is flirting with, she just happens to think I'm Alex.
But it is me. It is me without covers, without a shield in the way life demands one. It is me unfiltered, naked. It is the kinks and the fantasies I don't tend to let out.
And I want more.
I do have meetings today, but I'm back in my office, working, as I have to meet up with Silas and Cade later, when Lola knocks on my door.
"Shouldn't you be home?" I lean back in my chair to try and hide the way my heart lurches and blood heats at the sight of her.
She is in a red shirt and pencil skirt. Maybe it is a dress.
I didn't exactly go through her closet when I was there. I have got some standards. Sort of.
And I offer her a cocky smile. "Waiting for your non-boyfriend?"
"Did you learn that at arrogant asshole school?" she asks sweetly, right before horror slams into her.
I point at Lola. "Did you say the quiet part out loud?"
"Uh...maybe. Sorry."
"Why? I was being a little asshole-like."
And she laughs before it peters off. She turns and closes my door, facing it, breathing in.
Her shoulders rise and then finally fall as she exhales.
Part of me wants to point out that I'm not expecting visitors and no staff comes up here unless invited. It just seems to be how things are done. I will get a call or email...
I want to say something, but I want to know why she shut the door more.
My cock hardens.
Does she want to jump me?
"I...uh...I..." Lola turns. "I need a favor, Enzo."
I'm grateful for the distraction of her serious face, as it deflates the hard-on a little. I honestly don't need to be hard when she is in the room.
What if I have to move? How the fuck would that look?
I don't give a shit about HR or any of that crap. I'm selling the company back once I have sorted things out. This isn't my life at all, and the longer I spend in this position, the more I know it.
But I have been undercover before. Not that this is undercover, per se.
I shove the cascading thoughts aside. "What is up? What kind of favor?"
Lola comes over and stands behind the chair opposite the desk, plucking at the top of the leather. "I have been looking into the rift between your dad and mine, but I'm not getting anywhere."
"Maybe leave things where they are?"
She glares at me. "I get it. Dad is dead.
But...I know it weighed on him. And I...
I guess I just want to know what happened.
That was the start of the end of everything.
And you can say what you want, Enzo, but it was.
When it happened, others turned from Dad, and he made some bad decisions, and.
..and he died. I just...I just want to understand. "
Fuck me.
"Okay. I will help."
The thing is, I'm not telling her about my mother and whatever happened there or with Lyndall's mother. She was also like a mother to me, too. And...and I'm not sure how to accept it.
An affair?
Fuck, possibly two affairs? I just...
Nope, not fucking ready. Because it means there is blame to go around to all the parents, and shit...I'm not sure how Lola would even take it.
I don't want to push her away. And just spouting that crap without much evidence looks like sour grapes.
Besides, her life is under threat from only God knows who.
I need to keep her close, and I need to find out who and why. This is just side crap.
"Thanks. It means a lot." She still stands there.
"Did you mean now? Because it will take a little time."
Her hand jumps to her chest. "What? No! No. I... Thank you, that's all."
She is looking at me with something that looks like longing and lust on her face, and I stare right back, making her cheeks turn a pretty pink.
Her eyes drop to the ground, and I bite back a grin. "Was there something else you wanted?"
She doesn't answer, and I sit back in my chair and study her.
"Out with it. What are you thinking about right now?"
"Kissing you."
I stare at her, possibly open-mouthed.
She squeezes her eyes shut. "I mean, I was thinking about the other night. You looked at me like..."
"Like what, Lola?"
"Like you wanted to kiss me."
I rise slowly, and her pretty green eyes widen.
"So, what are you saying, Lola?" I walk around my desk to her. "That you want to kiss me?"
"Ye—no. No. No. I don't know. I mean, I thought, but it didn't. You know? And then maybe it was in my mind? But..."
Not one word of that makes sense unless you listen to her tone.
She wants to kiss me, and Alex did tell her to take some risks, after all. Besides, she is bleeding words, and I need to help her out.
"Don't worry. I will put you out of your misery."
"What?"
Before she can say anything else, I kiss her. Lips to lips.
It is electric, and it is nothing more than an invitation. A taste.
She doesn't move.
And then, as I start to straighten, Lola grabs me and kisses me.
So, I have to kiss her back.
I tease her lips apart and plunge my tongue into her mouth, meeting hers.
The kiss is hot, passionate, and fierce.
"Wow," she whispers, breaking the kiss before launching herself at me and kissing me once more. Wilder, hotter, and needful.
I'm hard again, and I pick her up, pulling her skirt up with her as I carry her to my desk, slamming her ass on the edge as I turn the kiss into some kind of pagan ceremony. It is blood and bones and ozone. It is fire and sweetness. Dark and wet.
It is the most sexual kiss I have ever had, and it strips me naked as I grind against her.
I start to slide my hand under her skirt, pushing three fingers into her, a fourth into her ass when the door slams open.
"A-hem."
I realize exactly what I'm doing, and I break off everything, pulling free, adjusting her panties, and tugging at her skirt as Silas waltzes in and sits in the chair, Cheshire cat grin shining as he waves a hand.
Continue, that hand says, entertain me.
I glare at him with a fuck you.
And Lola half-buries her face against me as she manages to wiggle off the table and get her clothes in order before scurrying out the door, clearly mortified.
She slams the door shut.
I glare at Silas. "There are things called manners."
"Y'know, when you said you were heading a company, I didn't think you meant you were getting head."
"Did it look like I was getting head?"
"Sure looked like you were going to." Then the grin lights up again. "Or maybe you were gonna mamba naked with her? I don't know how you run a company. Maybe it is head and dances in the biblical sense."
I glower. "Shut the fuck up."
"My lips are sealed." He pauses. "Unlike hers. Or yours."
"What the fuck are you here for? Aren't we meeting later? Or did you just come to fuck up my day?"
"How you fuck is your own business. Well, actually, you love to tell us about how and who you fuck. Why are you a blushing virginal bride now?"
He gasps. "No! That's Lola?"
I roll my eyes. "Fuck you, dickwad."
He sighs and taps his hand on the armrest. "I just came for an update."
"Next time, fucking call."
"You don't have a PA."
I just stare him down.
"Well, you don't," he mutters.
"Just fucking call, dude, okay?" But I sigh and fill him in on the affair and possible affair.
"This Emilio must have been something, huh?"
I ignore his jibe. "According to your theory, my father is now the prime suspect."
"You think so?"
"No. Maybe. No. I'm just pointing out your arrogance." I cross my arms. "Still sure of that bet?"
Silas shrugs. "I mean, have you met your dad?"
I grimace. "Good point."
But the thing is, I'm not sure I can see my father killing someone.
Well, sure, I can. He has. He does. But Emilio took his own life. This is about trying to kill or harm Lola.
Dad might hate her because of her father, but he doesn't tend to kill the innocent.
I sigh.
"Send me what you have, and I will take it from there." Silas gets up. "I'm going to see if that Lola really is as hot as she looked... Maybe I will ask her out..."
He heads out the door.
"Asshole."
Later, after Lola has gone home, Alex sends her a message.
I want to send it from me, but something stops me.
The kink games she is exploring are things I want to delve into deeply, too.
And Alex is someone she trusts.
I want to continue being Alex.
Me
What naughty thing did you do today, Lola?
She doesn't answer immediately, and I know she is home. She is watching something on TV, the remote in her hand, and she is frowning at the phone.
Lola bites her lip but doesn't respond.
She liked that kiss. I mean, I know that. But this is another level of confirmation.
Lola liked it enough to feel guilty.
Finally, she responds.
Lola
I did what you said. Don't be mad.
Me
I want you to do things. The fact you think I will be mad makes me hot.
Lola
My boss, Enzo? We had a moment.
Me
What kind of moment?
Lola
We kissed. He kissed me. I attacked him, and he put me on the edge of his desk, kissing me again and...
She stops.
Fuck.
Me
What??
Lola
I think he was going to eat me out? Or fuck me? He fingered me, not just my pussy, but my ass.
Me
And how did you feel? Did you like it?
Shit, I'm hard, aching. But I stop myself from reaching for my cock.
There is pleasure in denial for myself. So, I don't touch, just let the urge and the ache build.
Lola
I loved it. I have never...
His finger in my ass felt good.
My libido and cock jerk.
Me
And?
Lola
Nothing. His friend walked in, catching us. Which was humiliating, thrilling, strange. I don't think I want to be seen by others, but I like the risk. Am I weird?
Me
Fucking hot, that's what you are, Lola.
Reading it in her words drives me almost insane.
I'm hard as fuck and struggling to control myself.
Me
Are you okay with it?
Lola
I am. But my fantasies might end up being too much for you.
And if something were to happen with him.
..the fantasies will be too much. If it could happen there.
It won't. With either one of you. I don't want to be rejected.
It would hurt. Because I'm so far out of anything I have called a comfort zone it's not funny.
Me
I'm beyond turned on by the idea of you exploring your real boundaries and testing them. And I fucking love it that you want to do it with me. And your boss.
Lola
Really?
Me
Yes.
Then I tell a lie.
Me
I'm not the jealous type.
It is the truth with others, but with her, I think I am that type. Lucky for me, I'm competing with myself.
Best of all the fucking worlds.
Lola
That's amazing.
Me
How about we explore your boundaries a little in a different way next time? We will roleplay. I will pretend to be this Enzo, so you can live two fantasies at once.
Lola
Like fuck both of you?
Me
Yeah.
Lola
I'm already excited by that idea.
Me
Good. Tomorrow night, walk home from work and cut through the construction site on West Forty-Ninth and Park. It's not far from your work. Take some documents. No one will question you.
Lola
You know where I work?
Me
That's your question?
Lola
What about security on the site?
Me
Taken care of. After seven. Find an excuse. I'm sure you have plenty of work that will warrant staying late.
I don't frame it with a question mark. I wouldn't normally do that. Sometimes, I don't even bother with it as me, but she is the kind of woman who will overthink it, ponder. Pick up the vibe I know all about her. Well...Alex does.
Lola
What makes you so sure? You didn't ask, you told me.
Me
Lola
How would you know?
Me
I know everything about you.