Only Skin Deep (8 page)

“
Donato
,”
Nadja
whispered as she
clasped her legs tight against his head. He continued feasting on her. He
nipped her clit and sucked the tiny bud into his mouth, alternating between
tongue fucking her and sucking up her decadent cream.

“I’m
going to come if you don’t—”

“That’s
the idea.”
Donato
chuckled from between her legs.
“Come on my tongue, doll.” Moving a hand up her body, he tweaked one pebbled
nipple and then the other, her plump breasts filling his hand nicely. The
change in her body spurred him to hasten his tongue against her. First she
tensed, then relaxed, and then tensed around him once more. Her core quivered
around his tongue and exploded, filling his mouth with the sweetest cream he’d
ever devoured. Like a starved man he sucked it all, every drop.

He
rose from his spot and unzipped his pants. His cock, now at full staff, popped
out. He toed off his shoes and slipped out of his pants, stopping only to grab
a condom out of his wallet. “We’ve just begun.” Foil packet in his mouth, he
leaned over her body. He took in her labored breathing, her dilated eyes, and
smiled.

Nadja
took the condom out of his mouth. He watched as she
tore it open and placed the barrier over his cockhead, stroking him to the
base.
“Batter up.”
She spread her legs and pulled him
down to rub the head of his cock over her wet core.

“Dirty girl.”
He entered an inch at a time, taking pleasure
in feeling her core stretch for him, encasing him in liquid satin. Where he
began and she ended he hadn’t the foggiest idea. Each stroke into her brought
him closer to the edge. Tension left his body, while invigoration set in. He
pumped harder, set an increased pace, jarring her body underneath him. Her soft
mewls filled his ears, and her bounding heartbeat vibrated against his chest.
The haunting strains of her song earlier pushed him to fulfill her soul’s
needs.

“I
can’t take it.”

He
shut off her frantic plea with a kiss. Mated together, they teased and sucked
as she moved her body under his, undulating to meet his hard thrusts. Behind
his back, she crossed her legs, anchoring him to her body. He gave her the
friction she asked for, still pairing his tongue with hers, sweeping her taste
into his mouth, a flavor he’d never get enough of. When she came again, he
fucked her right through it, not slowing the pace. Under him, she writhed,
trying to stop him from moving.

“Shhh.”
Moving his mouth down her body, he gave her a short
reprieve. He cupped her breast and thrust slower, sliding out and plunging back
in, as her body trembled and clutched him deep within her. Blazing hunger
struck then, driving him to roll her to her stomach. He situated her as he
wanted and mounted her, shoving home. The salty tang of her skin fascinated him
as he trailed kisses down her spine.

“
Donato
!”

“Doll?”
He rubbed her rounded cheeks and spread them to
watch his dick disappear into her. “Now that’s sexy.” He groaned and plunged
in, his hands on her curvy hips helping to propel her back into him. His balls
smacked against her shaved pussy.

The
tremors from her body told him she was close again. He reached under and
pinched her clit, depriving her of her orgasm. The whip of her head turning to
face him brought a chuckle to his lips. “Didn’t like that?” He let go and
pumped hard and fast, bringing her closer to the edge of release, and himself
with her. Her wetness turned him on even more, threatening to make him spill
before she found her release. From this position, the harder he pounded, the
wetter she became. He slapped her ass and groaned when she saturated him.
“Fuck, baby.”

“I’m
going to come again.”

“Oh yeah?
Give me those pretty brown eyes when you come for
me, doll.” He alternated swatting her cheeks and slamming into her pussy. She
turned her head so he could see her face as she came.
Donato
swallowed back the animalistic urge that hit him while watching her climax. Her
gaze never strayed from his as she convulsed and he slid out and in, drawing
them both to bigger heights. He locked his hands around her waist and kept her
up on her knees, leaving her unable to collapse on the bed. Through her orgasm
he worked her, not giving her a chance to regroup before sending her spiraling
higher again.

This
time, though, his body demanded release.
He jack-hammered
into her one final time, spending himself into the latex barrier.
Regaining his control took longer than normal. He breathed deep and let go of
his hold on her, allowing her to fall to the bed. He collapsed next to her and
tugged her against his body. “That was amazing.”

“I’ve
never come that much in one time.”
Nadja
blushed,
pulling the bedding over her body.

“Don’t
cover yourself from me.”

“Sorry,
habit.”

“We’ll
form new habits.” He linked his hand in hers and brought it to his lips.

“Are
you staying?”

“Do
you want me to go?” He pulled the condom off, dropped it
into the trash and walked to her bathroom, giving her privacy to decide. A
minute later, he found the washcloths and wet one with hot water. She looked
lovely, relaxed and glowing after being consumed with passion. Gingerly, he
swiped the warm cloth over her and placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

“No.
Please stay.”

Satisfied
for the moment, and with her answer,
Donato
moved to
the bathroom and placed the cloth in the hamper. After washing his hands, he
returned to the bed and climbed on, pulling her body flush against his. “There
are no more issues with your lack of sexiness?” he asked, stroking her hair.

Nadja
shrugged and sighed, snuggling into the curve of his
body.

“We’ll
have to work on those issues of yours. You’re damn sexy, doll.” He pulled a
coverlet over them and wrapped his arms around her.

Chapter Three

Caufield
First National Bank opened at eight-thirty sharp
Monday morning. After spending forty-eight hours in bed with the most sensual
woman he’d ever met, there was a loose end to tie up.
Donato
and Tomas haggled over how to make Mr. Sheffield pay for his lack of manners at
the club the previous Friday. Breaking down the door to his house and beating
him
senseless held much appeal, but it was too short lived.
He decided to pursue other means of restitution. Sure, he could’ve filed a
police report. However, that wasn’t his way.

Wearing
shades and dressed in a high-end business suit,
Donato
entered the bank carrying a briefcase, with Tomas directly behind him. Busy
typing, the gatekeeper, a young woman sitting at her desk wearing a switchboard
earpiece, was oblivious to their arrival. He crossed over to her and rapped on
the desk to gain her attention.

Offering
her a debonair smile that showed off his pearly white teeth, he spoke. “Excuse
me, miss, my assistant and I
are
here to see Mr.
Sheffield.”

The
secretary checked the list of appointments. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Sheffield
doesn’t have any appointments this morning.”

“You
can ring him and tell him
Donato
Falcone is here, or
I’ll walk back and see myself in.”

“That’s
highly improper, Mr. Falcone. He adheres to a strict schedule.”

Donato
nodded. “It’s not my wish to
cause
you distress or bring any trouble to you. I’ll see myself in to avoid you being
chastised.” He strode past her as she sputtered, Tomas following directly
behind him, both of them entering the bank president’s office without knocking.

The
shocked look on the man’s face was priceless.
Donato
smiled.
“Mr. Sheffield, so nice to see you again.
I
trust you got home safely?”

“You.
You can’t just walk in here. This is a business,”
Sheffield stuttered and closed the files on his desk.

“Tomas,
ensure our meeting isn’t interrupted.”
Donato
sat his
briefcase on the man’s desk, his attention flickering to Tomas leaning against
the wall with his beefy arms crossed, a scowl on his face. “We have business to
discuss. In light of your ill treatment of one my employees, I’m here for
restitution.”
Donato
fought not to chuckle as the
man’s face visibly paled.

“What
do you want from me?”

“First, an apology note for manhandling Ms.
Mederios
.”

Mr.
Sheffield nodded profusely.”I can do that. Will that be all?” He shrank away
from
Donato
.

“Not
by any means. Did you think you’d get off that easy for leaving bruises on a
young woman’s arm in your drunken stupor? I should break something. Which would
you be willing to go without, your left or right hand?” He pasted a sinister
expression on his face and laced his words with angry contempt.

“Oh, God.
Don’t kill me. I swear it won’t happen again.”

Donato
hated men without backbone or substance, but he
really hated whiny little boys pretending to be men. He snarled at the man
before speaking. “Luckily, I have something more beneficial in mind to soothe
the insult you dealt me.
Two charities, deserving of two
rather generous checks, now.”

“But
I can’t, I don’t—”

“You
will, and you can. I’d settle for ten thousand a piece. Your wife won’t miss it
and your bank account can stand it. No one needs to know you like to abuse
women or cheat. Our families come from old money.”

“This
is extortion. I could have you arrested.”

“Is
it? I could be bluffing. I see this as a private meeting between two
entrepreneurs, coming together for a greater purpose. Now here’s your choice…I
might beat the shit out of you for what you did, or you can choose to be a good
citizen and redeem yourself by writing two checks for charity.”
Donato
handed him the slips, one for a battered women’s
shelter, the other for music needs in poverty-stricken school districts. “The
decision is yours. Imagine explaining to those around you why you were kicked
out of my club, and how some accident has left you with broken bones and a
smashed-in face. No missing wallet, no missing jewelry, just an ass-whooping
that you’d be hard pressed to recover from in a few days. How do you explain to
your board of directors, wife and children you propositioned my woman, and when
she asked you to step away you grabbed her hard enough to leave marks? I
wouldn’t wait too long—my generosity runs due course in two minutes.”

“This
would end my career here on the board, and my wife would leave me this time.”
He looked over at the other man. “Why’s he here?”

“Tomas?
He’s my insurance policy, keeps me from doing stupid
things, like kicking the shit out of women beaters. Truth is he wanted to light
a fire under your ass, but witnessing such generosity to two very needy
organizations must be documented and sent out via the Internet. Your wife will
be impressed, the bank will boast of your good nature. We are the only ones
who’ll know the truth."

“I’ll
do it.”

“Smart man.”
Donato
waited and
accepted the two checks. He took out a receipt book and scribbled text and
signed.
“One more thing.
Claim this for a tax break,
and I will be back. The outcome will be your worst nightmare come to life.
Thank you for your fine giving nature. Hope to see you again, anywhere else but
at my club.”
Donato
smirked and closed his briefcase.
“Let’s not do this again. You’ll find I’m not a pleasant man to cross. Tomas—”
Donato
paused at the door. “The apology note better arrive
at the club within the week. I’d suggest some pretty yellow flowers with it.
Females like it when they receive flowers.”
Donato
exited the office and winked at the secretary.

“That
went well,” Tomas said.

He
was pretty happy with the conclusion.

“I
thought he was going to piss himself when you crossed your arms and scowled at
him.”

“Like
I was gonna let you have all the fun. Think he’ll renege?”

“Nah,
he’s not stupid, just weak. He’ll take the glory of being photographed and
interviewed by the papers for donating.”

“You
musta
been one scary ass mo in the military.”

“No, just a soldier…always a soldier.”

“Let’s
get going. I have to meet
Nadja
.”
Donato
climbed into his Hummer and buckled up, waited for Tomas to do the same, and
entered traffic.

“So
ya’ll are a thing now?”

“Yes.
We have to map out her photo shoot next month.”

“Damn,
the boys are gonna be bummed.”

“What
boys?”

“The
single ones, boss. The bartenders and security team will be low in spirits now.
No one could get a word in edgewise with her but your uncle, you lucky son of a
bitch.”

“Yeah,
well, chica has serious issues with self-esteem. I’m going to have one
helluva
time breaking each one down.”

“You
always did love a challenge.”

“What’s
the package in the backseat?”

Donato
grinned. “Nothing for you,” he said, as he pulled
into Tomas’ driveway. “See ya later, bro.”

“Yeah,
you watching
the game today?”

“Damn
straight.” He pulled off, heading to
Nadja’s
place.
Ten minutes later, he parked, grabbed her package, jogged up to the door and
rang her bell.