Page 58 of Captured Fantasy

I heard them chatting in the hall and Mrs. Venetti appeared around the corner and stopped short. Her brows rose and her eyes shifted from me to Lorenza.

“Cosimo, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” she said.

I could tell she was suspicious, but then again she’d never really liked me. When Paolo was alive, she’d always suspected me of being a bad influence on him, which to be fair, I had been. There had been many a night spent at the bars and strip clubs where Amadeo and I’d had to sober Paolo up before dropping him back on her doorstep.

“I was…helping with a…problem. The plumbing on the lower floor,” I said.

Mrs. Venetti’s brow furrowed. “Oh, Enza certainly has lots of people helping with the plumbing.”

I flicked my eyes to Lorenza. “Does she? Federico Antonucci, perhaps?”

“Yes, I thought it was sort of odd,” she said. “But he’s gotten so attentive these last few months and he does a fantastic job helping Enza.”

“Is that right?” I said, crossing my arms. “I’m sure he helps Mrs. Russo out quite efficiently.”

Lorenza’s face went ice cold and her violet eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Venetti, the plumbing thing is an inside joke. Cosimo is here on some financial business for Federico. It’s rather important and time sensitive, so let me just help you bring out the muffins.”

“Allow me,” I said.

Lorenza wrathfully packed the muffins up and I carried them out and loaded them into Mrs. Venetti’s car. She sent me another suspicious stare as she got in and pulled out onto the road, I waved innocently. Then I went back inside to find Enza scrubbing out our coffee cups. She barely lifted her head to acknowledge me.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Mrs. Russo,” I said, running my palm up her back. I rested it over her ass, rubbing gently.

The movement seemed to calm her down. She paused, allowing me to brush her hair aside. I kissed her shoulder, pressing my mouth up the side of her neck and gently sucked her earlobe into my mouth. Her body relaxed slowly and her hands stilled in the soapy water.

“I’ll leave you alone,” I said. “But walk me out to my motorcycle, alright?”

She turned her head and I brushed my mouth over hers, breathing her in. I pulled back and strode down the hall, my cock still hard in my pants, and stepped out onto the porch. Fuck, I didn’t want to have to work today. I’d much rather spend the afternoon, wound up in Mrs. Russo’s starched sheets with the taste of her pussy on my tongue. Unfortunately I had a meeting with Lucien.

Lorenza stepped out the front door, her bare feet padding down the stairs as she joined me in the driveway. Without speaking, she took the cigarette from my mouth and breathed it in. She stood on her toes, sliding one arm around the back of my neck, her nails just grazing my jaw. I bent my head and she kissed me, letting the smoke drift from her lungs to mine.

“Next time you come here on your motorcycle, you’d better fuck me before you go,” she whispered.

A bolt of fire moved through my hips. “I plan on it.”

“Good.” She jerked her chin.

I glanced over my shoulder. The neighbor across the street was trimming their hedges and there was a man walking down the road wearing a pair of headphones. I bent, brushing her temple with my mouth.

“Take your panties off, Enza,” I whispered. “Right here.”

I released her and swung my leg over the motorcycle, waiting for her to obey. A pretty blush swept up her neck and she looked around, swallowing hard.

“I can’t, not here,” she said.

“Would you like me to do it for you?”

Her blush deepened and her hands moved up her hips, finding her thong through the fabric of her skirt. My cock jerked, throbbing hot in my pants, and my knuckles went white around the handlebars. Her hips shimmied and her fingers worked in subtle movements until that little scrap of lace slid down her legs and pooled around her ankles. I bent, letting her step out of them, and crushed them in my hand.

“Why do you want them?” Her voice was husky.

“Because they’re soaked with your pussy,” I said, wrapping them tightly around the handlebar of my motorcycle. “When I jerk off to the thought of you later, I’d like to remember the scent of having my face buried between your legs.”

Her mouth parted and I caught the little shifting of her body, the desperate press of her hips. I put my helmet on and knocked the visor down, kicking off the ground and speeding out onto the road. As I turned the corner at the end of the street, I caught a glimpse of her still standing there, watching me leave.

When I got to the downtown office, Lucien already stood outside the front door. Federico was several steps away on his phone, pacing back and forth listlessly. They were both sweating under the midmorning sun and Lucien looked irritated at being made to wait. I checked my watch as I dismounted the Triumph—I was five minutes early.

“Took you long enough,” Federico said, putting his phone away.

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