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“Hey, you were the one who picked this place. For once you showed some taste in picking a home. It was built in 1902, it’s 2019, there are going to be issues. The foundation is sound, the floors are in great shape, and even the plumbing has held up. One fucking week of putting the job behind schedule is nothing in a rehab. And I don’t get the big deal about being in a hotel, your place was so sterile you were practically living in a hotel anyway.”
I turn to Ray. “Why don’t you get your guys out of here. We don’t want anyone getting sick. I’ll call you when we get the all-clear from the mold people.” Ray’s crew files out of the house like they’re abandoning the Titanic. There’s a tall, slim guy in white who perks up when I say mold. “Hi, I’m Chloe Hutchins. I’m attempting to manage all of this. Why don’t you give me the Cliff Notes on the issue?”
Enzo doesn’t move, he’s inches away from me while the mold guy, Dennis, takes me through the process. His team will need at least another hour or two to make sure they’ve done a thorough examination. I give him my card with my cell to contact me. He tries to talk me through the whole process of cleanup. I assure him I trust him, Sabatini Real Estate has used his company in the past, and we’ve been happy with their work. A fast nod when I mention Sabatini Real Estate. The guy nods at Enzo, then flees down the stairs so fast he stumbles.
I turn back to Enzo. “Feel better now that you yelled and scared everyone away?”
He shakes his head slowly. Holy crap, there’s something in his eyes melting my entire body from the inside out. The door closes with a bang behind me. Enzo takes a step forward, pressing his hard body against mine, and every skin cell in my body jolts with electricity, with need. I cling to him, desperate to get closer, to melt into him, to slip into his skin so I can feel him all around me. Big hands come down on my hips and oh god the hard thrust of him against me sends a flood of hot, wet heat to my core in preparation for him. My back meets the door, but I barely feel it. All my senses are focused on Enzo, the feel of him, the smell of him invading every inch of my body. He’s teasing me, driving me crazy, his head is only inches from mine. Frustration makes me cranky, allows me to find my voice. “Quit teasing me, Enzo. You’re killing me here.”
The asshole laughs, a small blast of air against my cheek. “I’m the tease? I seem to remember giving you the best damn orgasm of your life then going home in pain to jack off to the taste of your sweet pussy still coating my mouth. That sweet pussy I can smell dripping wet for me now.”
Instantly my face flames with heat. My head goes down against his chest; I love how I can feel his chest moving with deeper laughter. “Hmm...you’re right, that wasn’t the best way to say thank you. I can think of another.”
My hand slides down between us. Oh lord, he’s huge. Enzo sucks in air as his eyes go wide. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to be able to finish.” He growls low in his chest.
The rumbling causes my breasts, already heavy and full, to crave more. I rub against him as I slide down on my knees. “I’ll make sure you finish,” I whisper as I lower his zipper. Much better to get to him. Wow, I cannot fit my hand around him. My mouth waters in anticipation; weird, I’ve given blow jobs in the past, but only when a man begged. I did it without pleasure, doing the best I could to get it over with as quickly as possible. Freeing Enzo from his silk black boxers, I’m glad I’m on my knees already, because there is no way I would have been able to stay standing. His immense ego is completely understandable now. I feel like a fucking king holding him in my hands.
I shouldn’t be surprised he’s perfection, from his bold shining head to his thick shaft, but I am. All thought disappears and need takes over, the need to taste him, to learn him, to please him, to blow his mind the way he blew mine. My tongue tastes the weeping tip of him, salty, tangy yet sweet to me, and I’m greedy for more. Swirling my tongue, I suck lightly then deeper on the tip of him as my hands run up and down the length of him. Oh god, I want so badly to take more of him but a few inches are all I can manage, damn it. Enzo hisses in pain above me. “Sorry,” I murmur as I kiss then lick the spot, desperate to make amends.
“Okay, it’s okay,” he mutters as his hands go into my hair, guiding me on him. “Tighter, grip me tighter, just like that.”
My tongue is greedy though, and before long I’m running it down the length of him, needing to know every inch of him, to taste all of him. The soft sac against the back of my hand catches my attention. Delicately, gingerly I run my tongue over this new part of him, then gently suck once and then again. Enzo groans my name; no sound could be sweeter. I stroke him tighter as I suck gently on the sac, then he’s moaning. Not yet, not just yet.
Teasing the weeping slit at the tip of his cock with my tongue, I suck harder and harder as I jack him lightly, barely grazing his cock. His hand tightens in my hair. I smile around him, continuing to tease him. I’ve never felt such power before, never had it fill me up to the brim with pleasure, with joy, knowing it was all because of what I was doing to him.
Enzo growls as his hand tightens; he’s moving me now on him and I don’t dare fight him. I work to take him deeper, to push him over the edge. His cock thickens, he tries to pull me away, but I refuse—I want everything, I want all of him. In only seconds I find I should be careful with that desire as I struggle to swallow all he gives me. Before there was distaste, embarrassment; now there is only pride in the pleasure I gave him.
A soft flood of Italian swear words pour from him as he wipes my face with his pocket square. His hands are gentle as he pulls me up from my knees. Wanting to help him, I tug up his pants as I stand with his help. From far away there’s a crash. I jump as I remember there are people downstairs dealing with the mold. Holy crap, I really did that. I went down on my knees and sucked Enzo off in a house with people in the basement in broad daylight. And I’m not ashamed, I’m proud as fuck for pleasing him, for putting the smile on his face. “You forgot they were there?”
“You have a way of making me forg
et everything else.” His look is cautious. I hate it because I did that to him. Even after what just happened, he’s waiting for me to push him away again. “Are you really mad you bought the house?”
He shrugs as he steps away from me. “After the updates it will sell for more than I put into it.”
Panic hits me square in the gut. “You’re going to sell it?”
Another shrug. “I didn’t want this place. I told you, I bought it for you. I’ll find something more to my taste.”
“You can’t sell it.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” Enzo is opening the front door. Is he really just leaving?
“Ask me again.” What? I don’t know where the words came from. He shakes his head without looking back. I grab his arm, turning him to face me. “Fine, you asshole. Marry me, help me fill this house with all the children we can bear, help me to turn this from a house into a home. Marry me and we’ll fill it with laughter and memories.”
He doesn’t say anything; those black eyes of his run over every inch of me, seeing into my soul. I don’t blink, can’t blink. One step, his body is back against mine, his hands go to my hips holding me tight against him. How the hell is he hard again? “At least two kids, and ten years.”
“I want six kids, and you get as many years as you earn.”
“You have to sign a prenup.”
“Duh.”
Without warning I’m up in his arms. My hands go around in his neck, terrified he’ll drop my fat ass. Only faster than I thought possible we’re up the stairs, and he shoulders into the first bedroom off the stairs. Kicking the door closed, he sets me down on the bed. I miss his body the moment he steps back. All I can do is stare as he begins shedding clothing. Wow, his chest is thick with dark hair, yet I can see tattoos: across the right side of his chest a wolf, on the left side is a skull wearing a beret with the word “Ranger” above and a scary looking knife below. His right bicep is covered in a Dali image, I don’t know the name, the elephants with the long legs in the desert. Seriously, his whole body is a work of art from his wide, muscled shoulders down to the line of muscle along his calves. Even as I’m melting at the center of me to have him deep inside me, fear shoots up at how large he is.
“I should mention, it’s been a long time since I’ve done this and no one has ever been so big and—”
A hand goes into my hair, holding me in place as he steps between my legs. His kiss is rough, savage, stealing all the air from my body, yet when he tears his mouth from mine it feels painful. “I’ll fit. Your body will take every inch of me, and I’ll make sure you scream from pleasure while it’s happening.”
