14. Enzo

14

ENZO

T he flight over the city is amazing, but nothing can compete with the pure happiness on Gabriella’s face. Knowing I’m the one who put it there brings me more satisfaction than I’ve ever felt from any business deal I’ve ever made. At this moment, our fingers laced, nothing is more important to me. Nothing else matters.

And that’s a damn scary thought.

Somehow, since the moment I first saw her, Gabriella Bianche has bewitched me. Everything about her calls to me and I can’t seem to get enough of her. When we aren’t together, I’m a miserable sonofabitch. But when she’s with me, touching me, smiling at me, I’ve never felt more alive. Saying I’m happy doesn’t even begin to cut it. She awakens my heart and soul in the most beautiful way and I have to figure out how to make the rest of this weekend last forever.

Because one thing is clear—I need Gabriella in my life. Not just today, not just tomorrow. Forever and always. I don’t care if I sound like a sap. Right now I’m not going to think too hard about it. I’m just going to live in the moment and enjoy every second of our weekend together.

Angelo flies us around, chatting through the headphones and pointing out landmarks or other cool things. But, my attention doesn’t linger far from Gabriella for very long. On our way back to the airport, she turns to look at me and, unable to resist, I kiss her long and thoroughly. We’re high in the sky and I’m high on her. It’s an incredible feeling.

After we land and thank Angelo, I can’t get her back in the car fast enough. Time is ticking. It’s Sunday evening and we only promised each other two days. I need to make the most out of it, so I tell her we’re going to my place. My mind is on sex when she mentions she’s hungry.

Ahh, right. Food.

“Want to grab some carryout?” I ask.

“Are you in a hurry, Mr. Rossi?” she teases.

“Yes,” I say bluntly, not even pretending that I haven’t already undressed her half a dozen times in my head. “But, there is a great Mediterranean place near my house, if you’re interested.”

“Ohh, yes. That sounds delicious.”

Plus, it’s quick and easy. Once we get back to my loft, I order us some food to be delivered. It arrives fast and we dive in. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until we start eating. We’re sitting at the island and it feels so normal. So right. Like something we do together every Sunday evening.

The conversation comes easily and we get to know each other better. I tell her all about my family and how close we are, and when I ask her about her family, she shares about her mom, Ariana, and what it was like losing her father. How she always feels the constant pressure to be successful and work twice as hard as her useless cousins.

“I’m sorry they hurt you,” she murmurs, lightly touching the bruise on my cheekbone. “I didn’t tell them about us.”

“I believe you.” I’m not sure how those two idiots figured it out but, right now, I don’t care. All I want to do is focus all of my energy and attention on this strong, fascinating and intelligent woman.

Time is flying by faster than ever before. After we eat, I take her hand and lead her straight to my bed. We don’t need any words, we’re so in tune. I reach back, grab my shirt collar and pull it over my head, while her hands tug at my belt buckle.

“Someone anxious?” I tease.

“Someone is about to get very lucky,” she murmurs, going down on her knees.

My heart slams against my rib cage and I run my fingers through her long hair. “Bri,” I murmur, voice husky. “You don’t have to…”

Even though I say that, the idea of her mouth wrapped around my cock already has me hard.

“But you’d like me to, wouldn’t you?” she asks, lowering my jeans and boxer briefs.

“God, yes,” I groan as she wraps her hands around my thickening cock, coaxing it to grow and expand. “If you want to put your lips on me, I will never say no.”

“What about my tongue?” she asks, licking my tip.

“Jesus…” I have no words. They’re all lodged somewhere in my throat as she pulls me into her mouth, sucking and licking. Driving me to heights I’ve never reached before. It’s torture and pleasure all rolled into one and my hips thrust forward. She takes me deeper, sucking until her cheeks cave, and I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine. It’s all too much. Too damn good.

When I’m about to come, I tug on her hair, warning her, but she ignores me, keeps working me until the pleasure is too much. My release hits me like a bulldozer and I let out a shout, coming down her throat.

Looking down, watching her lick her lips, my cock twitches. I reach down, pull her up into my arms and kiss her.

“I’ve never met anyone quite like you,” I say, staring deeply into her brown eyes. I feel lost, yet found. It’s the strangest, most wonderful feeling, and I tighten my arms around her.

“Good,” she murmurs, untwining herself from me. I watch as she slowly peels her clothes off. First her shirt then her jeans. I swallow hard, throat dry as she unclasps her satin bra and lets it slide down her arms. Then she shimmies out of her panties and I’m hard again.

Grabbing her, I drop us down onto my bed and roll, pulling her on top of me. She straddles me, leans forward and starts kissing my chest, mouth trailing down until she reaches my stomach. It quivers as she leaves a lovely string of soft kisses across my abs. Releasing a shaky breath, I wait to see what she does next. I’m not sure I can handle it.

Gabriella sits up, reaches for my straining cock and starts stroking me until I’m ready to explode. “Get on, Bri,” I urge her, “or I’m going to die, honey.”

“Death by orgasm,” she says and sinks down onto my cock, taking me deep into her sweet, dripping pussy. “Sounds like a drink.”

All of my focus is trained on her, and I thrust my hips up. “If you’re a drink, I want to taste every last drop.”

She begins moving, riding me, and I moan, letting her have her way and do whatever she wants. Her eyes close and her head drops back, spine arching, breasts pushing forward. I reach up with one hand, cupping a fleshy mound and squeeze as my other hand begins playing with her clit. We work each other up into a frenzy and it’s not long before another orgasm hits.

I watch as she comes apart and it’s erotic as hell. Then I shudder and spill my seed into her hot core as she falls on top of my chest, panting hard. I trail a hand down her smooth back and realize I’m never going to get enough of her.

We spend the rest of the night alternating between hot sex and spilling deep, dark secrets like why olives on pizza is the best and how we can help small businesses succeed. I soak up every little detail she shares as if it’s the most important thing I’ve ever heard. I know it isn’t possible, but I want to learn everything about her.

Unfortunately, Monday morning arrives far too fast. As the sun begins to come up, Gabriella snuggles into the crook of my arm and groans. “Don’t make me get up,” she says, voice muffled against my side.

“We should go away. Get out of the city and go on a trip,” I say, clearly delusional from all the sex. It’s rotted my brain because I’m not thinking logically.

Gabriella pushes up on an elbow. “I’d like that,” she whispers, trailing a nail over my pecs. “But, we have to go to work today.”

“We could call in sick,” I suggest.

“You’re a bad influence.” She flicks my nipple. “As much as I’d like that, we can’t.”

Gabriella pulls away and slides out of bed. The instant loss of her body heat sends a chill through me and I sit up, hating that our perfect weekend is over.

“Let me drive you home,” I offer. After quickly slipping on a pair of sweatpants, I brush my teeth. We’ve been sharing everything from my toothbrush to my clothes. Right now, she’s wearing one of my t-shirts and, even though it’s far too big for her, she looks sexy as hell in it. I spit and rinse then hand her my toothbrush. She squeezes more toothpaste on it and meets my gaze in the mirror as she brushes.

We both look like we’ve lost our best friend.

I’m racking my brain, trying to come up with a reason to make her stay. But, I can’t. We both know it’s Monday morning and it’s time to go back to Holloway Corp.

And what? I wonder. Pretend none of this happened?

I don’t like that. Not one fucking bit.

Even though it’s barely six o’clock in the morning, I drive her home. Once we’re parked in front of her apartment building, I put the car in park and turn to face her.

“That was the best weekend,” I tell her. Of my life, I don’t add.

“Yeah,” she agrees, mouth tilting up in a half-smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

For a long moment, neither of us says anything. Then I lean in and kiss her softly.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” I say and squeeze her elbow.

She nods then quickly slips out of the car. For a moment, I swear I saw her eyes glisten over. But, no, I’m probably just imagining things. I wait until she’s inside then sigh and turn the wheel, heading back home.

Yet, once I’m back, it doesn’t feel like home. With Gabriella’s presence no longer there, it feels cold and dreary. I hate it. After making a cup of espresso, I wander over and look out the windows. Outside, it’s cloudy and gray. Fitting because my mood is the same.

Did I make a huge mistake by letting her go? I wonder.

We only promised each other two days. But maybe what’s happening between us is bigger than just one weekend. Could we actually have a future together? Is that what I want? What she wants? I don’t think I’ve ever been so confused in my life.

But, one thing is painfully certain. I miss her. I miss her honey scent, contagious smile and sassy comebacks. When we go back to the office in a couple of hours, is she going to hate me all over again? Will the connection and rapport we built be gone? The idea that it could all just fade away leaves me cold and feeling desolate.

No, I don’t want that to happen. The Gabriella I’ve gotten to know is so warm and caring. She loves her family and her job. She cares about the people around her and when she thinks no one is looking, she lets her walls come down and it’s absolutely beautiful.

She’s beautiful. In every single way.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, studying my reflection in the glass. “You’ve fallen for her.”

The question is has she fallen for me? I’d like to think that she has, but I can’t say for certain. We’re both sharks when it comes to business, so I’ll be very curious to see how she acts today at work. Will she dismiss me? Shut her office door and not want anything to do with me? Or, will she invite me in for a quickie on the desk. Just the thought starts getting me worked up.

I honestly have no idea what to expect today but, come what may, I’m going to be prepared. I just hope beyond hope that we find ourselves together later today falling right back into the beauty of this past weekend.

After finishing my espresso, I put my cup in the sink and decide to put a little extra effort into my appearance today. After showering, I shave off the weekend’s scruff, splash some aftershave on and carefully brush my thick hair, making sure not one strand is out of place. I even use a little styling gel. Then I pick out one of my most expensive suits and choose a nice coordinating shirt and tie.

On my drive over to the office, I’m nervous. Hell, I haven’t been this nervous since…

My mind wanders back to the first moment I laid eyes on Gabriella. Yeah, that was when I was last sweating and couldn’t draw in a deep enough breath to save my life. Something about her gets me all worked up and I hope I have the same effect on her as she does on me. Because if this is just a one-sided thing, I think I might actually cry. She has the uncanny ability to turn me into a pile of mushy goo.

Parking my Jaguar out front, I pull in a deep breath and check my appearance in the rear view mirror before getting out.

Here we go, I think.