Just the question—coming from him—was more than enough to make her cheeks pinken, and she was quite happy that it was those cheeks blushing instead of the other set.
Suddenly, he sat back, the evidence of his desire rising blatantly against his zipper.
Ally was no one's idea of a strip tease artist, and she was blushing so hard she thought she was going to faint. But she stood in front of him and took off the blazer of her business suit, then reached for the buttons of her blouse, which she undid very slowly, all the while keeping her eyes locked with his. When her shirt hung open, giving him teasing peeks beneath it, she shrugged out of it and held it out to the side to drop it to the floor. Then she slid her thumbs beneath the waistband of her skirt, efficiently opening the zipper that ran down her butt crack, and shimmying out of it till she was gloriously naked—except for the highly inappropriate set of panties and bra he had sent to her.
How had he known? She wasn't sure she really wanted to discover the answer to that question.
Enzo sat there, looking at her so intently that she wanted to cover herself up again, but she kept her arms at her sides. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her before. She didn't know why she was suddenly feeling so shy.
But he did something then that magnified her sense of embarrassment a thousand-fold. He sat forward on the couch and laid claim to her hips, pulling her to stand directly in front of him and holding her there.
"Turn around. Slowly." It was a command, there was no doubt, but his voice revealed the extent of his own involvement, deep and rough as it was.
Nothing in her life had prepared her for what he was asking her to do. She had never been the type to flaunt her body in any way, shape or form. But the look in his eye told her that he wasn't going to be any too happy if she refused him. And she already knew what happened when he wasn't happy with her.
So, she began to turn slowly and with obvious reluctance, his fingers caging her and trailing over her skin as she moved. As soon as she was facing away from him, he told her to stop.
Ally swallowed hard, but she did what he asked, the knowledge of what he was staring at making her heart pound in her chest.
"Damn, you have a beautiful butt—but I think it would look even nicer in those panties if it was a dusky shade of pink, just like your face. Bend over and put your hands on the coffee table and don't take them off until I tell you that you may."
Ally hesitated. She didn't want to be spanked again—it effing hurt! And she hadn't even done anything wrong—this time.
Enzo had never been known for his patience. "I'm not going to wait forever for you to comply, Ally," he warned. "This can very quickly turn from a pleasurable spanking into a not so pleasurable one."
Ally snorted. Who'd ever heard of a spanking that felt good? She asked the question of him outright, doubt clear in her tone.
He stood then, more quickly than she might have given him credit for being able to move as a large man, but he was quite light on his feet. He positioned himself beside her and brought a hand up to cup the back of her neck and very gently—but inexorably—bent her over, into the position he had told her to assume.
"Hands."
When she didn't obey him immediately, his palm cracked loudly against the ample curves that were revealed by the scrap of lace she was wearing, alternating resounding swats on each cheek until her hands gripped the coffee table a few seconds later.
Before turning away from her to sit, he ordered firmly, "Stay put."
Then he returned to a position on the couch that was just to her left. "Spread your legs, Ally. I want access to you."
He could hear the way her breath caught at what he'd said, and he nearly came right then and there. Damn, she was potent! It seemed as if everything he did turned her on, and that got him hotter and harder than any other woman he'd ever had—and there had been probably more than the expected number of them in his life. He was a man with high drives of all kinds, and sex was definitely one of them, as much as he would have traded all of them in for a shot at being with her exclusively and permanently, which he'd always seen as an unattainable goal.
Just as he raised his hand to spank her again, her feet inched apart. She got the smack he was going to deliver anyway—he would never accept half measures from her—and more, until her legs were wide apart, when he left off the spanking and carefully placed his closest leg between hers and cupped her pussy at the same time.
Ally couldn't help it. She didn't let go of the coffee table and she didn't move away from him, but her head reared up and her entire body did its best to arch with surprise as if his hand had delivered an electrical jolt. The sopping crotch of the panties was easily pushed aside in favor of his fingers.
"Allegra Cerone!" he gasped. "You've soaked through your panties!"
There was nothing she could do about that, and the light censure in his tone only made things just that much worse, causing Ally to dance in place in embarrassment—to say nothing of sheer frustration.
Fingers delved between her lips to discover even more of a revealing tribute to how he was handling her. "Oh my God, I can feel your cream practically running down my wrist!"
Ally wanted to crawl under the table, but she didn't—barely.
"I guess someone
