Nicolo
I couldn’t get the enchanting woman off my mind. All throughout brunch, I stared at her until my cousins lit into me. Keeping my face as hard as stone, I turned toward my annoying little cousin who was now addressing me.
“Nicolo, you seem very distracted. Could it have something to do with that girl I saw you kissing?” my nosey cousin Em interjected into the conversation, causing all discussion of business to halt. All eyes shot to me with expectant looks. I was the type who kept my private business just that, private. Em knew this, but she loved to fuck with me. I sat there silent and expressionless. It drove her busybody ass crazy.
“Nicolo, you dog! You got the women coming and going,” Enzo added.
He was one of my favorite cousins. We all grew up together in Italy and had a close bond. They were in the States visiting me as I closed the deal on the building that would house my new law office. We were celebrating the first step in my late grandfather’s impressive plan to expand all over the U.S.
My job will be to take charge of mergers and acquisitions for the family. I had graduated from law school, that Nonno(Grandpa) funded, three years ago. After passing the bar exam, I took a position in a small firm in Charlotte, NC so I could learn and gain experience. I was ready to branch out on my own, opening DeLuca Law Offices, PLLC. My cousin Enzo had taken over the family now that Nonno had passed away.
Ignoring my family’s attempt to get in my personal business, I changed the subject. Mostly, because I really didn’t even know who the woman was. There was no way in hell I would admit this to them. I would never hear the end of it.
“What did Nonno say when you last spoke to him, Enzo?”
“He said to tell you he was proud of you. We also have some other things he wanted me to discuss with you. It can wait until we’re alone. Let’s have drinks tomorrow.”
“I can meet you after work for a quick one. I have something else planned for tomorrow night.”
“Is it that girl?” Em questioned.
“Mind your business, little girl.”
Later that night, I was supposed to be working on a marketing strategy for my office, but my mind kept drifting to her. I felt bad that I ruined her shoes. Afterall, they were designer Italian shoes and very sexy. I called a friend in Italy who had connections here in North Carolina. He was able to get the young lady’s name, address and shoe size from the local store who sold them to her. Simone Baldwin had great taste. Those shoes were only sold in one boutique in Charlotte, North Carolina, making it easy to track her down.
Even though it was Sunday night, I was able to place an order over the phone with the shop owner. She assured me they would be delivered to Miss Baldwin first thing in the morning. I would be following up with an invitation to join me for a late dinner.
I went to bed thinking of nothing but the lovely Simone. My sleep was fleeting as my mind refused to shut down. Visions of her pillowy breast, her round behind, and those big brown eyes made me horny as fuck. My cock hardened at the thought of her on her knees pleasuring me. I tried my best to resist touching myself, but I was overwhelmed with desire for her.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroked myself as I imagined her plump lips in place of my hand. My cock throbbed as I pumped it up and down. Using the precum that seeped onto my tip, I spread it over my length and shivered at the sensation. Just the thought of Brazen naked and sprawled out in front of me caused my balls to tighten. The heavy globes contracted as I continued to stroke myself. My orgasm quickly took over, leaving me panting. Damn, this woman had my mind messed up. I never came that hard from self-pleasure.
I made such a mess that I got up, changed my sheets and jumped in the shower before going to sleep. I fell into a deep slumber where I dreamed about Brazen and me making love on a black sand beach with turquoise water lapping at our feet.
The next morning, I was sitting at my desk in my brand-new office working on the marketing plan that I should have completed the night before. My good friend Mario was sitting in the chair opposite my desk helping me sort things out. We were just about to wrap things up when my phone pinged with a text letting me know the delivery to Miss Brazen had been made.
Doing my best to keep my face neutral, I read the text from the store owner and was very pleased that she had accommodated my demand. I would be sure to send some business her way. I must have failed at masking the pleasure on my face because Mario perked up.
“Dude, what’s up with you?”
“Nothing, why do you ask?”
Before he could answer my phone rang. The caller id showed it was indeed Brazen calling to thank me. I smiled before I could help myself and then pressed the green button on my phone.
“Pronto?”
“Hey sexy. I received the gift and you’re excused. Thank you.”
She was funny, using my message from the card I sent with the gift against me. Her reply actually made me chuckle. Something I hadn’t done in quite a while. I looked up into Mario’s curious face and immediately checked my laughter, but the smile remained.
“You’re welcome. A driver will be at your home tonight at eight to pick you up.”
“What the hell? Is that how you ask a girl out?”
“I’m not asking. Be ready.”
“How can I be ready for something I know nothing about? What am I supposed to wear?”
“Something sexy. I’ll see you then.”