Cesare nips at that perfect spot where my neck and shoulder meet. Oh god it goes straight to the heart of me. “Good. I like the idea of you walking around naked. The better for me to enjoy every inch of your delicious body.” He undoes the catch of the bra between my breasts, and I swear his eyes glow as they run over my body.
Blushing, I shake my head. “You’re nuts. Your body is a work of art. You look like you should be in a museum or something, not me.”
A hand goes into my hair to pull me back for me to meet Cesare’s eyes. Why does the control he has over me turn me on? Is it weird I love his hand in my hair and want him to pull tighter? Then all thought is gone when he spits out angrily, “Bullshit, you go into those museums and you’ll see woman after woman with bodies like yours reclining on beds and sofas half-naked as their men looked on, adoring or in most cases coveting the women they couldn’t have. Much as I did for more days and nights than I care to count.”
I press a hand to his cheek, god I love having the freedom to touch him. “Okay, I’m convinced you find me sexy—I’m not going to question it anymore. Or I’ll try really hard not to.”
It’s all his fault; how can I not love him when he says things like that? As my brain catches up to the wayward thought, I hide my face against Cesare’s hard chest, terrified he’ll read me. Pressing a kiss to his silky skin, I force the thoughts out of my head. Later, when I can freak out all on my own.
“I want to taste you again.” I’m still surprised by how much I liked it. Okay, I was a little surprised by how much he came and it made a little mess, but it wasn’t as gross as I was afraid it would be. I especially loved watching Cesare and the way he was lost in pleasure; seeing him that way made everything worth it.
Oh shit, it’s so hot the way Cesare steps back, then moves me off the bed by my hair then down to my knees. I’m soaking wet. This can’t be normal. Then I don’t care, because I’ve finally got his pants down. A work of art, every inch of him, I swear. I don’t care if it’s not normal how wet it’s making me to touch him and taste him. Tangy, sweet, the taste mixes with the scent of him, musk and leather, rain, and something all Cesare.
A groan from him sends a thrill through me. Last night I was nervous and more focused on doing what I saw in the videos; tonight I take my time to find out what Cesare likes the most. Once again as I stroke down the hard length of him, I marvel at how large he is, yet he fits perfectly inside me. Cesare had been right—he fit as if he were made for me.
The base of him captures my attention. I remember reading how the soft sac should be handled carefully. I’m also remembering how quickly it sent Cesare over the edge last night. While I’m not close to done, to see if I’m right, I slowly cup and massage him there. He shudders as he hisses my name.
The hand in my hair tightens, drawing me up off my knees. He turns me around, pushing me against the bed. His hands are rough as he yanks down my slacks and panties together. A few fingers run over my slit of me, finding me wet for him. Then the head of his cock slides along my lips before pushing in slowly, too slowly, I moan. I love the way his hands go down on my hips, gripping me tight as he pushes deeper, more. I’m tender from yesterday, but it’s a sweet ache I welcome because Cesare inside me assuages the hunger I’ve been feeling all day as if I were empty, incomplete and now I’m whole again. Does he know? Unlike yesterday his strokes are slow, deep yet gentle as he finds his home inside me. This is even more decadent than the hunger of yesterday. Slow, yes, please more, I whimper as I cling to him deep inside.
Cesare pushes me down flat on the bed, causing me to arch my back, and this time when he slides inside me oh god he hits that spot, that perfect heavenly spot, slow and deep his thick cock rubs that spot. I’m begging for faster now, yet Cesare maintains the slow thrusts driving me insane. Tighter I grasp him inside, more fiercely and oh goodness, my efforts are answered by a growl from low in his chest and finally a hard thrust against that spot. Yes, yes, more, harder, a little harder and oh yes. I come in a hot rush that has me shaking and trembling. From deep inside I feel Cesare’s cock thicken before spilling into me, causing a shiver to run up my spine.
I lose track of time until I feel Cesare begin to pull out. A little moan escapes—I hate the loss of him inside me. I’m picked up and settled on the bed. Drowsy, I watch as Cesare picks up our clothes then puts them in a hamper. He turns off the lights as he gets into bed beside me. I’m grateful for the cover of darkness when Cesare pulls me into his arms. I go willingly, settling my head on his chest.
A hand runs up and down my back. “You didn’t have to make dinner. I don’t want you to feel like you have to cook or clean or anything like that for me.”
I shrug. “I told you I like to cook. I’m used to taking care of my own needs, whether it’s making dinner or picking up after myself. Besides, I’m not happy that the only time I would get to see you is for an hour or so at night. I really enjoyed tonight. Enzo is interesting, none of you guys are what you appear. A billionaire hedge fund virtuoso who looks as comfortable in a silk suit as you do, but he’s also an ex-Ranger. Dante said it jokingly that Enzo could kill a person while rappelling in on a rope from a helicopter but he wasn’t joking, was he?”
Cesare is quiet for a long moment. “No, he wasn’t. I’m glad to know you would have welcomed me home early then. I planned to leave the office at eight to join you for dinner.”
“Cesare, that’s too late. Even eating dinner at seven thirty is kind of late for me. Unless I’m intruding on you and your brothers. I want to have dinner with you guys and I love cooking.”
Tonight, I caught a glimpse of what it was like to be a part of a family, a laughing, loving family. Even though it made me a tiny bit sad to see what I missed out on growing up, that sadness was diminished b
y how welcoming Dante and Enzo were. They teased, and joked as if they had known me their whole lives. Enzo asked me about my trading, telling me Cesare told him I made the money I needed with a trade. Then unlike most men, he listened to my thoughts on the market and the strengths and weaknesses of certain companies and how those affected their stock, and then he complimented me.
Cesare gives a small shrug. “You aren’t intruding. If it’s what you want then so be it.”
17
Alicia
Over the next week I’m often surprised by how easily Cesare and I fit together. I genuinely love cooking for him and his brothers; I’m enfolded in their circle as easily as if I were always a part of it. Enzo brings gelato he made for dessert one night. On Friday night I come into the apartment to find him already there making stuffed shells. I’m ordered into a chair with a glass of wine while Enzo prods me to give up all my dirty secrets and shares a few of his own. While I read the text from Dante telling me he won’t be joining us tonight as he has other plans, Enzo tells me he already knew. It’s the reason he was cooking the stuffed shells, they’re Dante’s favorite and Dante will be pissed he missed out on them.
When Cesare comes upstairs without any prompting, my breath catches in my chest at how relaxed and happy he looks. He is a little freer with his touching and small kisses, even wrapping his arms around me as we watch a movie with Enzo on the sofa after dinner. Once we’re home I revel in his sweet lovemaking.
Opening my eyes, I sigh at the idea of a long day without Cesare. I’m lazy, moping a little as I try to figure out what to do with myself. After brushing my teeth and getting dressed in comfy clothes, a T-shirt and cotton lounging pants, I stumble down the hallway in desperate need of coffee. Passing by the open door of Cesare’s workout room, I pause. Wait, what? I back up. I’m not imagining it. Cesare is beating the stuffing out of the heavy bag until he sees me. His smile has my heart pounding like a drum throughout my entire body down to my fingertips. Awe fills me all over again that this gorgeous man wants me, thinks I’m beautiful. It’s all there in his smile, in his eyes.
“Hey lazybones, you’re finally awake. I was wondering if I was going to have to wake you up when I went in for my shower.”
“I would have loved for you to wake me up before you came in here for your workout—” As I step further into the room, Grover sees me and barks a welcome. “Grover? What is he doing in here with you?” Grover gives me a smug look as Cesare picks him up, holding him close. What?
“We’ve been getting to know each other in the morning. After going through a half dozen different dog treats, Claudine recommended bacon, and he finally got closer than a foot to get the bacon. A few more bacon talks, some belly rubs, he’s good. I was concerned about him being happy here with his fearing men. I didn’t want him miserable. I figured I would give it a try. He does tricks too.”
Setting the small dog down carefully, Cesare takes him through sit, speak, shake, and a hilarious rollover session. After each one, instead of food Cesare gives Grover the scratch behind his right ear that makes his little back leg shake.
I’m beyond touched Cesare would take the time out of his day to try to bond with Grover. I’m sooo totally not blinking back tears right now. “How funny, Bethany taught him all of those, except the rollover when he first came into the house. I’m feeling like a bad pet owner. I kind of let all the playing happen only when he asks for it, which hasn’t been often. He looks so happy playing with you.”
Cesare shakes his head. “I’m just new to him. Once he gets used to me he’ll ignore me unless he wants something. Let me go take a shower to get this sweat off me.”