Page 13 of Baby Mine

Jada strode to the door. “I see you’re busy, so I’m going to go.” She pulled at the doorknob, but Renzo was suddenly behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He stroked a hand over her belly and left it there, inches above her pussy. Desire curled in her core. Renzo kissed her neck and nuzzled behind her ear. Pleasure radiated throughout her body, and she sank back to his chest, shutting her eyes. Why couldn’t she stop longing for him and craving his touch?

“Mia bella bambina,” he whispered.

A shudder passed over Jada, and she gasped when he pinched the button open on her pants and pushed a hand down inside them. She caught his wrist just before he thrust her panties to the side, but he refused to be stopped. Two fingers brushed her clit, and she almost howled in ecstasy. Renzo slid lower until he met with her moist opening. He seemed to test entry, and when he found her already wet, he slid his digits deep.

“Renzo, you shouldn’t do that,” she said in a raspy tone.

He wrapped an arm across her chest to hold her in place and worked his fingers in and out of her pussy. She whimpered, trying with all her might to maintain control, not to fall into the sensual pleasure he gave her. The task proved impossible. She humped his hand, and each time he pushed in, the heel of his palm brushed her clit. Her orgasm approached fast, and before long she didn’t care about anything other than reaching that wonderful peak.

“Like that, cara?” Renzo’s hot breath heated her ear.

“Oh, yes. Yes!”

He picked up speed, and Jada arched her hips into his thrusts again and again. She held on to his arm, willing him not to stop, while she shut her eyes and moaned. Her inner muscles contracted, and she cried out as she came.

Renzo pulled his fingers free and raised her in his arms. He set her on his desk atop the papers he’d been looking through and worked her pants down over her hips. Not allowing her to free her legs from the clothing, he wrestled his own pants open with one hand and thrust his hard cock into her pussy. Because of the restriction, she couldn’t spread her legs wide enough, but the result was an amazingly tight squeeze for his erection inside her. She dug her nails into his arms and took every deep stroke. Moaning and squirming, she begged for more, but Renzo slowed.

“Look at me, Jada,” he commanded.

She stared up into his eyes and didn’t look away as he continued to pump between her legs. “Renzo.”

“Pull your blouse up. Let me see those luscious breasts. I want to watch them bounce while I fuck you.”

She did as he instructed and arched her back to give him just what he wanted. Her swollen breasts bounced with each of his thrusts, and his grunts soon filled the office. When he pushed in deep and held himself there, warmth spread over Jada’s insides. Renzo pulled back just enough to get his thumb between them, and he rubbed her clit until she came a second time.

After they cleaned themselves up, Jada headed toward the door again.

“The tasting is at four,” he informed her before she could leave. “Please be ready by three. I will be at my company office until that time.”

Jada sighed. “I’ll be ready.”

Chapter Six

To Jada’s surprise, the wine-tasting event was held at Renzo’s family vineyard in a massive structure built just for preserving bottles of wine. Barrels were stacked floor to ceiling in every direction. When the doors opened for guests, she stood to the side and watched Renzo in his element, greeting people, shaking hands. Even a news crew showed for the event. While she pondered the importance of the tasting, Zita wandered over to her.

“You look confused,” the younger woman commented.

Jada smiled. “I guess I am. Is this really such a big deal?”

“It’s a new wine Renzo developed. Everybody wants to be in the know about the Mariani family. Not just because of the wine.”

Jada dragged her gaze from Renzo, who had been joined by Nicoletta. She had to admit the bitch looked good at his side, like a natural. “What do you mean?”

“Our wine is high end, but we don’t just make that alone. We make beer and other spirits. Our company is one of the top five in the world.”

Jada stared. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “It’s mostly due to Renzo’s market sense. He’s brilliant. That’s also why there’s security. He and every one of my family members are worth a fortune.” She pointed out various men in suits who seemed to have no interest in sampling the new product. Each was built like a linebacker, and now that she realized they were security, she guessed they came packing. Thinking back, Jada tried to recall if Renzo always had someone with him, but she didn’t think she’d spotted anyone like the men here today. The thought of someone always watching unsettled her.

“Do you have a personal bodyguard?” she asked Zita.

“Everywhere I go.”

That she spoke the words so matter-of-factly told Jada the woman was used to it, but from their last conversation, it sometimes made Zita feel stifled. Jada didn’t blame her, and then she began to consider her own baby. What would happen if people found out Renzo was the baby’s father? Was that why he insisted on being involved in the child’s life, because he didn’t want anyone trying to use his son or daughter to get money out of him later? She shivered and, not for the first time, questioned her stupidity of getting pregnant by this man.

A server came around with glasses of wine on a tray. Zita nabbed one, and Jada reached for another without thinking. The heat from Renzo’s glare brought her back to her senses, when her gaze strayed toward him. She placed the glass back on the tray.

“Um, do you have any grape juice or water?” she asked the server, and he smiled and nodded. Within moments he’d returned with a glass of grape juice, and she thanked him.

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