4. Enzo

4

ENZO

I laugh at her idle threat. “Honey, you wouldn’t change your mind because you’d rather have it blown.”

Gabriella smirks, but doesn’t disagree with my statement. Instead, she stretches out on my bed like a cat and it occurs to me how good she looks laying there on my blankets, my sheets, my pillows. Like she belongs there.

I walk over to the nightstand, pull the drawer open and grab a condom. Sad to say, but it’s been a while since I’ve needed one. Tonight, however, I plan to go through several. Tearing the packet open with my teeth, I roll it down my pulsating dick then get on the bed. The mattress sags beneath my weight and I crawl over to Gabriella, climbing on top of her and kissing her passionately. She makes that adorable little humming noise. The feel of our bodies, skin to skin, is indescribable. Heavenly might be a good word.

Settling myself between her legs, I wrap my hand around my cock, line it up with her soaked pussy and begin to slide inside. Holy fuck. She’s hot and tight and slick. Her legs wrap around me, heels digging into my ass as she pulls me deeper. Welcoming my cock all the way to the hilt.

Something happens the moment our bodies connect and, for a moment, neither of us moves. I don’t even know how to describe what I’m feeling. Joined intimately, staring into her eyes, our faces are so close that our breath intermingles. She smells like honey-dipped cannoli and a growl rips from my throat as my hips begin pumping.

Sometimes I like to talk dirty during sex, sometimes I don’t. Depends on my mood. Right now, I don’t think I could get a word out to save my life. All of my control vanishes and I’m so caught up in the moment, the sublime feel of our bodies rocking together, that I’m scared I’m not going to last very long. But, I refuse to disappoint her.

Determined to make her come before me, I reach between our bodies, find her clit and do everything I learned she likes. Gabriella bucks beneath me and I know she’s close. Her inner walls start tightening around my cock and I’m going to blow in about ten seconds like a fucking geyser.

“Oh, God!” she cries out, pussy spasming, and my eyes roll back in my head as my release hits me a second after hers.

“Christ,” I grind out, stiffening then emptying with a shudder. Breathing hard, I lower myself down, until our bodies are flush against each other, and press a soft, lingering kiss along the curve of her neck and shoulder. I think that’s one of the sexiest spots on a woman. Her pulse is going a mile a minute and I enjoy our connection a moment longer before pulling out.

Dropping to the side, I roll onto my back and try to process what just happened. For a dazed moment, I can’t quite catch my breath. I’ve had good sex before. Hell, great sex. But this transcended every other experience. For a long minute, I stare up at the ceiling, at a complete loss. I’ve never felt so wrecked yet so satisfied at the same time. Glancing over at Gabriella, I see her chest still rising and falling hard. I’m pretty sure whatever just happened between us blew her mind, too.

Sliding out of bed, I struggle to get my balance as I walk to the attached bathroom to toss the condom. When I reach down, something doesn’t seem quite right. I think the top might’ve torn and it slides off way easier than it should. Huh. I lift it up and quickly examine it. Yeah, the fucking ring at the top tore. That shouldn’t be an issue though. Right?

Eh, it’s fine, I assure myself and toss it in the garbage can. Nothing got out which means nothing got in. Besides, I’m only getting started with the lovely woman waiting in my bed. The last thing I want to do is panic her with a pregnancy scare. Not remotely possible, though, I tell myself. All my juice was still in the bag.

I walk back into the bedroom and slide back into bed. Before I can say a word, Gabriella pounces on me and I chuckle. Her arms wrap around my neck and she starts dropping kisses all over my face.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

“For what?” I laugh.

“Taking the time to make sure I’m…well, you know. Taken care of, too.”

I pull back and frown. “Of course. What kind of assholes have you slept with?”

“Selfish ones, I guess.” Her cheeks turn crimson. “Actually, I’ve only slept with two men, not counting you, and they couldn’t find my G-spot if I gave them handwritten directions.”

“Are you saying you’ve never had an orgasm during sex? Even oral sex?” I can’t believe she hasn’t been with better partners.

Now her high cheekbones burn even redder. “I’ve, ah, never had anyone go down on me before tonight.”

I have to grit my teeth together to make sure my jaw doesn’t drop. “So, you’re saying I’m the first? No one else has put their mouth on you?”

She shakes her head and her long, dark hair tumbles around her shoulders. I can’t get over how beautiful she is…and shockingly innocent. “Just you.”

Her honesty and innocence strikes a primal chord deep within me and the urge to possess her overwhelms me on every level. Mine.

“And did you like it?” I ask, my voice a low, seductive rumble. She nods, almost shyly, and I smirk. “Good because I’m going to do it again.”

Grabbing her legs, I yank quick, dropping her on her back in a fast move and she squeals. I press a kiss on her lower stomach and flick my eyes up to see her watching me closely. “Keep watching, Bri. Watch how I’m going to lick and suck you into multiple orgasms.”

My mouth drops between her luscious thighs and I go to town. It doesn’t take long until she’s writhing and screaming my name. And I fucking love it.

In fact, I love everything about my night with Gabriella. I expected her to be much more experienced than she is. Maybe because she seems so damn competent when I see her in meetings. The way she sits up so straight and appears so regal and the intelligent things that come out of her mouth. But, I’m starting to realize she’s not quite as fearless as she projects. She placed a lot of trust in me tonight by sharing a little about her lack of experience and also when she asked for my advice about the company that she’s interested in acquiring.

Unfortunately, our time together goes far too fast. I’ve gone through two more condoms, both of them in fine condition unlike the questionable first one, and we finally fall asleep well after three in the morning. My body has never been so satiated and her soft breathing lulls me to sleep.

The next time I open my eyes, I find myself reaching for her soft curves, but I don’t feel anything. Just the cool sheets. Turning, I see her side of the bed is empty and I sit up, wondering whether she’s in the bathroom or gone. The idea that she left without saying goodbye bothers me. A lot.

I know we never promised each other anything and I expected this to be a one-night stand. Even so, I get out of bed and pad over to peek in the empty attached bathroom. Dammit. Raking a hand through my messy hair, I grab a pair of shorts, pull them on and jog down the steps. A quick sweeping glance of my place confirms the fact that Gabriella is gone.

I’m not sure what I expected, but I guess I was hoping to at least make her coffee and maybe kiss her goodbye. The fact that she snuck out while I was still sleeping doesn’t sit well with me. Normally, it would be a relief. The last I’d want is some clingy woman hanging around my place after we’ve concluded our business.

But Gabriella is anything but typical or normal. The night we had together…Holy shit, it was mind-blowing. Seriously, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. To say I’m disappointed she snuck out is an understatement. In fact, the more I think about it, the more annoyed I start getting.

I’m used to being the one who makes the decisions and calls the shots—in and out of the boardroom and the bedroom. But she took it upon herself to decide what was best. Yeah, okay, I get it and maybe I’m being a bit hypocritical. I guess if I’m being honest, my feelings are a little hurt. Because clearly I wasn’t worth more than a night of sex.

Fuck. I feel used.

Gritting my teeth, I stomp back upstairs and take a shower. I need to rinse off every last trace of Gabriella’s scent. As I’m lathering up, a thought hits me. A rather diabolical plan, actually, that will keep me in Gabriella’s life a little longer. Of course, it will also piss her off to no end, so it’s a daring risk on my part. But, if I know one thing, I live to take risks and there’s nothing I enjoy more than a good challenge.

And Gabriella Bianche is a challenge unlike any I’ve faced before.

By the time I flip the water off, step out and dry off, I know exactly what I need to do. Shaking my wet head, I slip into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and head downstairs. After making a steaming cup of espresso, I walk down to my office with determined steps.

The bright sunlight streams in through the large windows as I sit down at my desk, flip my laptop open and get ready to do some serious digging. Although Gabriella was very careful not to mention the name of the company she’s interested in buying, I can find anything if I put the effort into it. I also have the world’s most competent assistant and I call him up first.

“Good morning, Marco,” I say cheerfully, drumming my fingers on the desktop. Even though it’s Sunday, Marco knows that he needs to be available every day and pretty much at any hour.

“It’s a little early,” he grumbles.

“Is it?” I pretend not to notice. “Well, rise and shine. I have a job for you.”

“One sec.” I can hear him rustling around and I wait patiently. “Okay, what can I do for you?” he asks, sounding a little more alert and like his usual no-nonsense, bend-over-backwards- to-help me self.

“There’s a company for sale that I want to know everything about because I might be interested in acquiring it.” Is it a dick move to go behind Gabriella’s back, use all the intel she gave me and beat her to the punch? Sure. But, I’m a businessman first and from what she told me, this might be an opportunity I don’t want to pass up. If there’s money to be made, I want to know more.

“What’s the company?” Marco asks.

“Not sure,” I admit.

“Sorry, I don’t follow,” he says, sounding confused. “How can you buy the company if you don’t know?—”

“I have details,” I interrupt, reaching for a pen. My mind remembers everything when it comes to the details, especially about a business. And, also when it comes to the way Bri moaned and twisted as my mouth licked and sucked her sweet, untouched pussy.

Shit. I give my head a clearing shake and focus on writing down all of the specific things she told me—the company’s history, track record, financials, statistics. As I jot them down, I share them with Marco. He’s got a lot to go on and I have absolute faith he’ll be able to figure out which company it is that Gabriella is so interested in scooping up.

After hanging up with Marco, I start searching for information about Gabriella and her company which she inherited from her father, Gabana Holdings LLC. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out it’s a neat combination of her first name and her mother’s first name. I plummet down a rabbit hole, finding all the juicy tidbits I’m looking for—how her father passed away from cancer and she, as the only child, inherited Gabana Holdings LLC. It’s a holding company, or umbrella corporation which merely means it’s a parent company that buys and controls the ownership interests of other companies. Curious about how many subsidiaries they own, I dig further.

Less than two hours later, I know so much about Gabriella Bianche and Gabana Holdings LLC, you’d think I’ve known her for years. I’m still taking notes when my phone rings and I see Marco’s name flashing across the screen.

“What have you got for me?” I ask, getting right down to business.

“The company is Holloway Corp.,” he informs me without preamble. Marco is direct and to the point. He doesn’t waste time and that’s one of the qualities that makes him such an asset.

“Holloway Corp., huh?” I immediately type it into my search engine and a bunch of links pop up. “Okay, good work, Marco. I’ll be in touch.”

I disconnect the call and do a deep dive into Holloway Corp. After I do a few, quick calculations, it doesn’t take me long to come to the same conclusion that Gabriella did. It would be an incredibly smart move to buy the company.

I know Gabriella wants it—is at least considering buying it—but now so am I. My brain knows it’s a good move and could bring in a nice steady flow of income once the initial problems are addressed and resolved. This is the kind of shit I live for and it feeds my ambition and desire to make as much money as I possibly can. It’s important to me to take care of my family and all of my smart business decisions have filled the Rossi coffers. Hell, they’re overflowing and we’re billionaires. Of course, I can’t take all the credit. We have a wildly successful vineyard in Sicily and produce some of the most delicious wines on the market. Vin recently took over running the day to day operations at Rossi Vineyard with his wife, Hannah, and business has never been better thanks to their leadership.

Yeah, I’ve never been one to walk away from a challenge or a potential windfall. Letting out a long breath, I decide to go after Holloway Corp., too. Picking up my phone, I punch in Doug Holloway’s private, personal phone number, courtesy of Marco, and prepare to set up a meeting with the current CEO.

Even though this is business as usual, a part of me feels slightly bad. Almost like a traitor. But, you know what? I have every right to make an offer, too. Maybe Gabriella should’ve kept her plans a little quieter and not overly confided in me like she did. That’s a big faux paus on her part and I’d be a fool to ignore a potential source of income.

After setting up a meeting with Doug, he informs me that there’s another interested party, and I smirk. Goddamn, I can be a ruthless bastard. What can I say? It’s the combination of mafia and billionaire blood in me. I want what I want and nothing, not even a honey-scented temptress, can deter me.

Besides, all’s fair in love and business. And may the best man—or woman—win.