“I’ll punish you, bambi. Turn your naughty ass red. Stand you in the corner. Fuck your ass with my big cock.”
She comes—I swear to Christ. I thought I’d come first, but the dirty talk sends her over the edge. She truly is my perfect match.
I grab her hips and pump hard into her a few times until I come, too.
Satisfaction.
I’ve never known this level of pleasure was even possible. Not just physical pleasure, but emotional. The whole thing. I’m happy. Comfortable. Sexed out of my mind.
I definitely don’t want to think about anything beyond this hotel suite. Not about Don G or Chicago. Not about convincing Jenna to come back. Or whether I’ll be able to keep her when we get home.
Jenna
I try to get up and get dressed, but Alex won’t let me.
“No, bambi. You have homework to do.” He turns me around and pushes me down in the chair at the desk.
“What homework?”
I’m totally naked, so it feels awkward, at best.
He wraps his tie around my waist, securing me to the chair. It’s symbolic, of course, because all I have to do is pull the end of the bow and I’m free, but there’s something so sexy about being bound by him.
He drops a notepad and pen in front of me. “You can’t get up until you’ve made a list of all the steps that need to happen for you to get your business up and running.”
I stare up at him in surprise.
He smiles down at me. Lord, he looks like a Greek god. His dark thick lashes curl above chocolate brown eyes. The stubble on his square jaw gives him a rough, sexy look. And more than that, warmth and affection shines in his eyes. I’ve never seen his expression so soft and open.
But maybe this is just how people look after great sex. I shouldn’t read too much into it.
He taps the notebook. “I’m setting a timer. Thirty minutes to brainstorm. If this notepad isn’t full of ideas by the time my alarm goes off, you’re going over the desk for a spanking. Capiche?”
I smile, wings flapping in my chest. “Yes, Daddy.”
He touches my nose. “Good girl.”
I have a hard time not watching him move around the suite, getting dressed, but when he sends me a stern look, my pussy clenches and I look back to the paper.
Okay, the steps to getting my business up and running. Great question.
I start the list. Make a website, contact merchandisers for discounts, advertise. Where to advertise? Facebook. Instagram. My Pinterest page has a million followers, so that’s a great place. What else? Develop a pricing structure. Get some media coverage in national magazines. That’s gonna be hard, but I believe anything’s possible. I’ve made dream boards before. I had Ibiza on one and now I’m here.
Before I know it, the timer goes off.
“Let’s see how you did.” Alex stands behind me, freshly showered and fully dressed. I think he loves the power position it puts him in to have me naked and him clothed. Or maybe it’s me who loves it. He reaches over my shoulder and flips the pages. “You filled the whole pad. Good work, angel.” He kisses my temple and unties me from the chair. “I guess I’ll let you up.”
I stand and face him, my hands on his well-built chest. “Thanks,” I murmur, lifting my face for a kiss.
He dips in for a taste. “For what?”
“For making me do that. For believing in my dream. I—” I stop, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. His face grows serious watching me. “No one ever takes me seriously. It means so much to me that you do.”
“It’s not a dream,” he says firmly, taking me aback. “It’s a plan. A really good plan. I’m ready to invest if you need investors. Anything you need, baby. I’m your man.”
It’s a little hard to stand up because my legs get wobbly for a second. I pull his mouth down to mine and show my appreciation until his cock gets hard against my belly and he pushes me away with a curse.
“I could stay in here and fuck you all day, baby. But I have an island to see. Wanna show me around?”
The wings take off soaring again. “Yeah,” I say, breathless with joy. “Let me take a quick shower.”
Chapter 5
Alex
Don Giuseppe calls during dinner. We’re sitting at an outdoor restaurant on the beach, indulging in fresh fish and rice after our day out sightseeing. Anybody else I would left swipe. For sure.
But he’s the fucking don.
“Scusa,” I murmur to Jenna, standing up.
Her eyes go wide and follow me as I walk down to the beach. I’m sure she knows who it is.
I clear my throat after I answer the call. “Don G, how are you?”
“How am I?” He’s pissed. I should’ve called in sooner. “How the fuck do you think I am? You’ve been gone for three fucking days and I haven’t heard a goddamn word. Where’s my daughter?”