“Noted.” Cesare nodded. “What else?”
Sabrina bit her lip. “I want you to teach me something new.”
“You want me to teach you something new?” Cesare repeated, his brows raising. “What do you want to learn?” He asked. The slyness in his tone made Sabrina feel warmer than usual.
She shrugged her shoulders shyly. “Anything.”
Cesare lifted one of his hands up to her cheek and gently cupped her head in the palm of his large hand. His thumb swiped gently over her lips. “Deal.” He nodded solemnly.
“What about you?” Sabrina asked hoarsely.
“What about me?” He asked with furrowed brows.
“What do you want from me?” Her gaze traced the features of his handsome face.
The edges of his lips upturned as he leaned in once more, pressing a kiss against the crown of her head. “You.” He breathed out. “I want you.”
And dammit if she didn’t go pink all over.
Chapter Eight
(Cesare)
Fuck. He was obsessed with Sabrina Hamilton. Too obsessed, but there was no helping it. The visual of her curved ass when she had bent over to pick things up throughout the shift was imprinted on his memory. Cesare had to leave the coffee house before he did something stupid and rash; like bending her over the bakery counter and taking her from behind until everyone in the surrounding businesses knew his name.
Instead, he’d been a perfect gentleman and had left respectfully; but not before he'd taken her phone, added himself to her contacts, and texted himself. She had his number and he had hers.
He shifted in the back of the car, staring at the hard-on in his lap and grunted.
The car came to a slow stop in front of the main entrance of the hotel, and Cesare ran a hand down his face. “Monty.”
Monty looked at Cesare through the rearview mirror immediately. “Yes, boss?”
“Let’s take the back entrance today.” Cesare requested, shifting again in his seat.
“Sure thing, boss.” Monty answered, driving them around to the back door.
“I’m going to hit the gym. Blow off some steam. Dante is driving up from Connecticut. He’ll be here in three hours. You’vegot the rest of the day off unless something comes up.” Cesare directed.
Monty nodded. “Thanks, boss.”
Cesare nodded wordlessly before exiting the vehicle and walking up to the second floor, feeling distinctly stiff. He casually draped his jacket over an arm in front of him until he entered his room.
Cesare clenched his jaw as he took off his shoes, then unbuttoned his suit pants with a relieved exhale. He stepped out of the trousers and his underwear and flung them onto a chair by the bed. He wrapped his right hand around his throbbing cock and released a deep groan as he pumped the length of his shaft, tugging at the base with a light shudder.
This was unacceptable. All he had done with Sabrina was make coffee,unpaid at that, and touch her just enough to let her know his intentions. But standing beside her for so long in the enclosed space of the coffee bar had frayed at the nerves of his awareness and need, as if he’d been edged and stuck in a cock ring for the last hour. Not that he’d done that before, but his brother Enzo had; and if Enzo’s description was accurate, then the comparison to Cesare’s current state of affairs was valid.
Working beside Sabrina had given him a chance to observe her in a way he wouldn’t have otherwise, and dammit if everything he saw didn’t make her even more attractive to him.
She pursed her lips like a Russian sex doll when she was concentrating on anything, and she licked her lips after a moment of deliberation when she settled on a choice. She wrinkled her nose at flashy clothing when she thought nobody was watching, and she literally sniffed when she wanted to throw shade and chose to keep her silence instead. Much to his delight,she cursed under her breath when she thought nobody could hear her.
She was calm under pressure, and all the locals seemed to know her and like her. She was sweet. So damn sweet. She smelled like vanilla cake and cannoli, and her breasts had swayed seductively every time she leaned forward, stood up, or swayedjust so.
Cesare’s chest rumbled as he tugged once more on his cock. He had a new image imprinted in his mind: the sight of Sabrina’s curved ass in yoga pants every time she bent over to pull new refills for coffee supplies from beneath the serving counter. He already had so many fantasies revolving around that fucking serving counter.
Cesare walked into the bathroom and flipped the shower on, stepping under the spray and sliding his hand up and down his cock as it grew harder and thicker. He gasped as a shudder ran through his core and closed his eyes at the sensation of friction. He was wide; too wide for sweet little barista girls. At eight inches long, he had learned how to take it slow, how to prepare a woman for his length, but even so…
He’d have to be gentle with Sabrina at first; would have to help her get used to the size of him before taking her the way he wanted. Cesare would take his time with her, introduce her to what he liked; teach her to need him, crave him, the way he craved her already. He’d get her so drunk on his cock and his touch, on all the ways he brought her pleasure, that she’d never be able to leave.
