Mandi wanted to resist, but couldn’t find the words to do so. She’s been so run down and the roaming hands of Leroy traveling up and down her spine, suggesting things to her body that she didn’t want to admit were there, was exhilarating.
Leroy took Mandi’s hand and led her over to her couch and laid down, guiding her down on top of him. Their bodies were pressed together and Mandi didn’t want to stop him now. She wanted Leroy to do whatever it was he did that would make her forget Sergio and the sights of Olivia clamoring all over him. She wanted to be swept away and made whole again. What happened tomorrow didn’t matter. It was what was happening right now that gave her promise…promise that she would be okay when this was all said and done.
“You are every bit as delicious as I thought you’d be when I first saw you,” Leroy whispered. He was tracing his tongue down Mandi’s neck and nuzzling her collar bone. It was so sensuous, she let a moan escape.
He gently rolled her over on to her side and took his free hand and began unbuttoning her shirt. Mandi longed for him to free her breasts, touch them, and kiss them passionately. The feel of his lips burning on her was so liberating, giving her the assurance she needed. “So beautiful, so very beautiful,” Leroy mumbled. “I haven’t stopped thinking of wanting you since you were snatched from me at the auction.”
“Don’t stop,” Mandi urged.
“You’re like a piece of art, perfectly sculpted and something that I long to collect, to own. Can I have you?”
Mandi was ready to scream out yes, but was stopped.
“Not unless you want a fight,” a voice shouted out. Mandi jumped up and saw one furious Sergio standing at her front door, which she’d obviously forgotten to lock.
Chapter 20
Sergio must have decided that he didn’t want to wait for an answer from Leroy. He preferred the fight and he charged up to him in long strides and grabbed him by the shirt, whipping him down from the couch.
Mandi was speechless and suddenly felt so awkward, quickly buttoning up her blouse. Part of her wanted to protest Sergio’s arrogance at what he’d just done. Was he playing games with her?
Leroy got up and lunged toward Sergio, but was too slow. Sergio delivered a jab to his nose and sent him reeling backward. He landed in the leather chair and didn’t move again. Sergio had knocked him out cold.
“What the hell are you doing?” Mandi demanded. She’s suddenly found her voice and was angry at the gall that Sergio had busting into her place and trying to control what she did.
Sergio didn’t answer her. Instead he grabbed her by the wrist and said, “Come on. I need to talk to you.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. The week’s over, and our arrangement’s over. You chose Olivia and I’m moving on with Leroy. There’s nothing wrong with that and I can handle it.”
Sergio began to pace around. His fists were still clenched and you could see the rage in his eyes, as well as the desire to hit something. He began to talk in a very controlled tone to Mandi. “Everything is wrong with what you said, Amanda.” Full name? What the hell…does he think he’s my parent?
“Like what?” Mandi asked. She was staring at Sergio and not backing down from the anger that she was feeling too. He’d messed with her so bad the past few days and she wasn’t about to let him off the hook about it.
“Because you and I are…we are…” Sergio began.
“Friends with a fuck arrangement. That’s what we are and you made it clear on the way to Italy and by the end of my time there too. I get it.” Mandi was shaking and adrenaline had helped her bitter words escape her lips.
Sergio paused and looked at her. He’d never seen Mandi acting that way before or being so intensely angry. “Really?” he asked. “You said you loved me.”
“I told you that was a mistake, some sort of emotional high from an intense sexual encounter. If you recall I also told you that and that it would never happen again.”
In a swift change of emotion, Sergio pulled Mandi in closely and was so close that their noses were practically touching. “Why won’t it happen again?” Then Sergio took his hand and slid it into her jeans and under per panties. He started to stroke her urgently, reaching her clit and making her lose her train of thought. “You don’t want this?” he teased, massaging her masterfully and making her nipples harden from his seductive touch.
“Sex is different than love,” Mandi countered, but her argument was weak because she was so responsive to Sergio at that moment. If he kept going she would orgasm without a doubt and there was nothing she’d be able to do to stop it—even if she wanted to. Mandi knew she didn’t want to.
Sergio continued talking and fingering Mandi, showing how capable he was of multitasking and persuading others to get what he wanted. “Do you want this with me or are you going to give it all up?”
“I…” Mandi said, suddenly shuttering and climaxing.
“See you need me, you want me. Tell me, Amanda. Tell me you need me,” Sergio said. “If you do I’ll stay. I’ll be more than your fuck buddy. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. I need you in my life. I want you in my life.”
In another explosive burst Mandi climaxed once again and shouted out. “I want you with all my heart. I love you and I do want this!”
Mandi was afraid to look Sergio in the eyes after saying that again. It might have been the dumbest thing she’d ever done…unless Sergio had finally realized he may love her too.
“Look at me,” Sergio said.
Mandi looked up and stared into Sergio’s eyes, prepared to hear whatever he had to say. “Thank you.” Well, thank you is a start, Mandi thought.
Sergio guided Mandi to her couch and unzipped his pants, allowing his erection to spring out. It was huge and he laid her back and entered her, pounding in and out of her with more vigor than he ever had before, riding her passionately until they both released together.
Then Sergio picked Mandi up and began to carry her up the loft stairs to where her bedroom was. She tried to protest, starting to doubt if she’d done the right thing. “But you and Olivia,” she said.
“Over.”