Page 3 of Second in Command
When I nod yes, she grins. “Take me to your house then.”
I was taken aback by her request. Francesca was the daughter of a very, very powerful man, and I knew deep down the safest thing for me to do, was to get her home!
“Miss Donato, that’s not a good idea,” I said, dropping her feet to the ground. “Isn’t your father expecting you?”
“Enzo,” she calls softly, raising her palms gently to my cheek.
“How do you know my name?”
“I know who you are,” she lets go a little giggle which makes me drop my eyes down to her lips.
“Yea?”
“Yea, of course,” she says, clicking her tongue. “You work for my father. Now, you gonna take me to your house, or what?”
We stand outside in the cold parking lot for a few seconds before I bite my own lip.
“Fuck it,” I walk over to my car, and pull the passenger side open before placing her inside. Francesca giggles, running a hand through her hair as I climbed into my side.
I start up the car, and pull out of the parking lot, driving in the opposite direction of her house. Electricity travelled through my veins, and although this felt liberating, I couldn’t help put feel apprehensive.
“Why do I feel like you’re going to get me in so much trouble, Miss Donato?” I mutter, and from the corner of my eyes, I watch as she twists in her seat. She places a palm on my thigh.
“Francesca,” she says softly, “call me Francesca.”
I nod my head and try to concentrate on the road, but her long legs…damn.
“Besides,” she chuckles, “I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions.”
“Not with a father like yours,” I end up saying.
She giggles again, her hand moving from my thigh, upward towards my crotch. My hands tighten on the steering wheel, and I glance at her, both my eyebrows raised.
“Did you do coke?”
“No,” she shook her head, “I had a few to drink, took a few pills.”
“Damn Francesca.”
“Enzo, jeez, relax,” she chuckles, “I’m groovy, now pull over.”
“Huh?”
“Do what I say,” she whispers out in front of her.
I did what she asked, and found a nice secluded spot in a darkened alley.Now what?“And?”
She lifts herself from the passenger seat, and leans over to the drivers seat, straddling me.
“Something I’ve always wanted to do,” she mutters against my ear, and I swallow hard. Her tongue sticks out, barely grazing across my neck. “Recline the seat…” she whispers, while licking my earlobe.
I did what I was told, as she sucks on my neck, her hands massaging my crotch. I place my hand on hers to stop her, my breathing shallow. “Francesca, this isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not? You’re saying that you don’t want me as much as I want you?” She gives my length a soft squeeze. “…Cause your body says something entirely different.”
I glance at her, my lips slightly parted. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with her willowy tan neck, her ample breasts, with two noticeable puckers stretching out the fabric. No words could leave my mouth, as her big doe eyes stare down at me. If I didn’t look away from her now, we would crash and burn.
Fuck.Fuck.
