Authors: Jan Bowles
Tags: #Romance
Well what?
Exactly what sort of reply did he expect from her? Obviously, she as a woman and he as a passionate Latin man had differing views when it came to cars. Paige drove an elderly beige Ford, but she couldn’t recall for the life of her which model it was. All she wanted from a car was one that started when she turned the ignition key and was good on gas mileage. Her car was neither. It had been towed to the workshop more times than she could remember, costing her money she really didn’t have, and to add insult to injury, it used gas like it was going out of fashion. Thinking about it now, she was due a change, because her current ride was a pile of crap.
Unsure what to say, she glanced across at him, only to see him do that Italian thing again. The one where he spread his hands wide, his palms up, as if to say, “I’m waiting Paige, and as your boss, I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
Still unsure how to respond, she stuttered, “Well…it’s very nice, and…um…does it um…does it come with a big trunk?”
He spread his hands wider still, and looked to the skies. “Big trunk? You’re kidding me, right?”
Realizing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, she dug an even deeper hole for herself. “A large trunk is always useful when a girl has a lot of shopping to carry.”
“Shopping?” He looked incredulous. His beautiful black eyes now fizzled with frustration and disappointment. He was pissed with her, that was for sure, and he had every right to be, too. She’d always considered herself to be an intelligent woman. After all, she’d been attending law school before taking this job. So why the hell had she thought it smart to give such dumbass answers to her boss? He’d wanted her to share his enthusiasm, and the only thing she could come up with was—does it come with a big trunk?
Imbecile
.
However, she wasn’t through being the female version of Forrest Gump just yet, and she found herself blurting out, “Well, it’s real nice, boss, but when all is said and done, it’s just a car. Just like my Ford is.”
He shook his head, and she saw despair etched into his handsome features. “Perhaps I made a mistake by employing you as my personal assistant, Paige. Maisy Collins at the agency informed me that you were the best available. The very best, but”—he shrugged—“maybe she got it wrong.”
This morning was turning into a disaster. Only ten minutes ago, they’d smiled into each other’s eyes as she’d straightened his tie, and now this achingly beautiful man was having second thoughts to the extent that she feared he might fire her on the spot.
I need to keep this job
.
In fact, he wasn’t merely frustrated, he was downright angry, and roughly taking hold of her shoulders, he pushed her toward the Caparelli. “Just a car? Just a fucking car? Is that how you see life, Paige? In black and white? Well, let me tell you something, woman, I see life in color. Glorious, vibrant color.”
She looked up into his eyes, and saw the passion growing even stronger. He was frightening her now, but turning her on, too.
Paige tried in vain to placate him. “Leon, I—”
“Silence. Don’t dare to interrupt while I am speaking.”
She submissively lowered her head, which she knew was exactly what he wanted her to do, and it pleased her to do it also.
“Just a car?” he angrily repeated again. “Is
The Mona Lisa
just a painting? Are the pyramids at Giza just blocks of stone in the Egyptian desert? Is the Kohinoor Diamond just a piece of carbon devoid of artistry?” He banged the flat of his hand against his chest. “No, no, no. They are wonders of creation, just like a Caparelli.”
Taking hold of the tops of her arms, he strode menacingly toward her, forcing her to stumble back against the hood of the Caparelli. Unable and unwilling to break eye contact with him, he pushed some more, until she fell backward. Then she knew. She suddenly understood the passion that consumed him, because the sensuous curve of the hood, shielding the mighty engine beneath, perfectly filled the hollow of her back.
With blazing fire in his eyes, he took hold of her hands and yanked them above her head, until her fingers impacted painfully against the windshield. He then kissed her with an intensity that made her further understand the magnificent man that was Leonardo Caparelli.
“Is Paige Palmer just a woman?” he hissed.
There would be no more mistakes. She knew exactly the reply he wanted. “No, she’s very special.”
He kissed her again. “She’s more than special. She’s an exquisite creation, uniquely designed to give and receive pleasure.”
“Yes, Leon, yes.” Just the way he spoke in that cultured, authoritative way of his made her pussy ache for him, and when he kneed her legs apart, she made absolutely no effort to resist. Why should she? After all, this was what she’d been waiting for. Without asking or needing her permission, he laid his body over hers, and she loved the way his delicious weight spread her legs wider still, leaving her in no doubt about his desire when she felt his rock-hard cock pressing and twitching against her. Only their clothes stopped the physical contact from becoming unbearably intimate.
“You’re here because you need my guidance, both at work and at play.”
“Yes.” She knew she pandered to his ego, and he knew it, too.
Leon’s eyes appeared as dark, satanic pools as they stared unblinkingly at her. His beautiful face was achingly close to hers, and it turned her on when his warm, excited breath feathered her cheek.
He brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “We made a connection, Paige. The first time we met, I recognized it straight away, and so did you.”
“Yes.”
Oh, God, yes
. He was right. When he’d introduced himself, and she’d slipped her hand in his, she’d felt the connection, too, as a subtle sexual awareness passed between them. Just that dominant, all-confident look in his eyes had made her go weak at the knees.
He nipped at her earlobe, causing her to writhe beneath him with wanton expectation. “What I saw that day was a strong, independent woman, making her own way in life. A woman unafraid to face new challenges. A proud woman.”
“Yes, you already know me so well,” she breathily replied.
“But I saw another side to that strong independent woman, too, Paige. I saw a side that wants and needs to be controlled by a powerful man. A submissive side to your personality that has always been there, always been a part of what makes you the woman you are today.” He kissed her passionately on the lips again, this time forcing his tongue deep inside her mouth. “This hidden side to your character needs to be explored and satisfied. You’ve read about me, everyone has. You know what my sexual preferences are.”
Her mouth was dry with excited anticipation, and she quickly swiped her tongue over her parched lips. “Yes, I know. That’s what I like about a powerful man like you,” she murmured quietly.
“Good answer, baby, and as a reward, I’m gonna fuck your beautiful wet pussy right here, on the hood of my own personal creation. I’m gonna assert my dominance over you. That’s what you want, no point denying it.”
“Oh, God yes.” She’d never uttered three more truthful words in all her twenty-seven years on the planet. Her lips were still dry, unlike her pussy, which was anything but as her feminine juices flowed with wild abandon.
She felt him transfer both her wrists, which still lay pinned above her head, into the charge of a single strong hand. Leon was an immensely powerful man, and he had no trouble restraining her this way. He briefly stroked his free hand across her cheek, then down her neck, before pausing momentarily, and slightly menacingly, at her throat.
His penetrating eyes searched hers again. “I have total control over you, Paige, and can do whatever I choose. Never forget that.”
She nodded submissively. He was right.
With fingers spread wide, Leon traced a path over the curves of her breasts and belly, before lifting the hem of her skirt.
Dear God Almighty, it was going to happen. It was really going to fucking happen. This gorgeous man was going to take her right here and now as she lay defenseless on the hood of a five-million-dollar car. She’d fantasized many times about how it would feel to have him deep inside her, his huge prick deliciously filling her. In fact, the last time was barely a couple of hours ago, when she’d showered, and thank God, shaved her pussy at the same time. It was now silky smooth. She hoped Leon liked it that way, because despite what she’d read in the tabloids and glossy magazines, the subject of whether he liked his women smooth or hairy had unsurprisingly never been broached. When she felt his fingers tighten around the waistband of her panties, she guessed she’d soon find out.
He looked into her eyes again. The intensity of emotion that radiated back at her seemed to be growing with each and every moment they spent together. “You’re mine.” He pulled hard at her panties, lifting her ass from the hood of the Caparelli before the flimsy silk material finally surrendered to his overwhelming force.
As he ripped them from her body, he became even more pumped up, and with an animalistic expression to his manly features, he held the ruined garment over his nose and mouth, before closing his eyes and breathing in. After several incredibly deep inhalations, he took them from his face and said, “Oh, baby, you smell as good as I imagined.”
His words and the sexy way they slipped from his lips made her feel like a million dollars. So the great Leonardo Caparelli had fantasized about her, too. That snippet of information did her sense of well-being no harm whatsoever. Her boss was clearly a man who enjoyed the sensory pleasures a woman’s body offered, because she couldn’t stop herself from squirming with delight when he stroked the length of her slit with his finger, before pushing it deep inside her wetness.
He was one hell of a sexy guy, and when her mouth fell open, a barely audible whimper left her lips. “Leon.”
“Hush, baby, shhh.” Then, never once taking his eyes from hers, he took his finger from deep inside her pussy before teasing her clit with slow circular movements. “Leon’s in charge.”
He was.
Paige watched mesmerized as he sucked her feminine juices from his fingers. “Mmm, you taste as good as you smell.”
She felt her worth as a woman and a human being grow with each compliment he paid her.
Wanting him more than she’d ever wanted any man, she whimpered submissively, “Please, Leon, I need you inside me.”
He stood and started to remove his jacket. “You can do better than that, Paige, much better. Try again.”
She’d already figured out in the short time they’d spent together that his dominant nature meant he wasn’t adverse to a begging, compliant female. Well, that suited her just fine, because it was something she’d always got off on. “Boss, please, boss, don’t tease me.” To show just how much she wanted him right now, she stretched out her arms in an attempt to encourage him. “Please, sir. Please, Mr. Caparelli, sir.”
“Better, much better.”
Keeping his focus entirely on her, Leon unbuckled the handcrafted leather belt around his waist, then started to lower his pants. Paige looked on in awe, feeling her pussy moisten further and her sexual anticipation mount, as he slowly, ever so slowly lowered the expensive Italian cloth down his powerful thighs, which were covered with a sexy smattering of jet-black hair.
Fucking hell, how right he’d been when he’d angrily told her that she viewed the world in black and white, while he, with his irrepressible Latin spirit, experienced the world in glorious, vibrant color. He was already teaching her lessons she’d never forget.
Just as
The Mona Lisa
could never be thought of as
just
a painting or a Caparelli could never be considered as
just
a car, then Leon’s penis could never, ever be thought of as
just
a prick. To say that, or even dare to think such a thing, would be doing the mouthwatering man standing in front of her an injustice.
Free of restrictive clothing, his magnificent cock jutted angrily out from beneath his white linen shirt. It stood to attention at an impressive angle, and twitched appreciatively as the purple crown wept his arousal.
“Oh, Leon, Leon, Leon, where the hell did you get…”
He looked down, and with pride showing in his eyes, said, “Mother Nature was generous.”
Oh, yeah, she sure was
.
Paige writhed on the hood of the Caparelli and let out a whimper of impatience. She wanted him. She wanted him so much, her pussy ached with an unsatisfied desire that wouldn’t be quenched until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
With pure sexual intent, such as she’d never experienced before, smoking from his jet-black eyes, he took a step toward her and placed his hands on her naked knees. “It was always our destiny to meet, Paige. It was always our destiny for this to happen.”
She felt it, too. Maybe the sheer misery that her ex-boyfriend Nolan had inflicted upon her, both physically and emotionally, had all been part of a grand plan, leading to this perfect moment. Was it within the realms of possibility that the trauma she’d suffered because of his paranoia had all happened for a reason? Perhaps Leon
was
right. It
was
her destiny to be with him.