Baby Mine (6 page)

Renzo made a sound, capturing her
attention. She looked up to find he’d closed his eyes, his jaw
clenched. He seemed to breathe through his nose, and he’d gone
still. A tremor rippled through his body, and she realized he fought
for control. Renzo enjoyed making love to her as much as she did with
him. She hungered for so much more.

“
Damn, your pussy feels
good, Jada. Raise your legs higher, baby. I want to go deeper. I want
to lose myself inside you.”

She lifted her knees, and he
helped her, guiding them over his shoulders. He pushed farther up her
channel, and she shook from head to toe. “Yes, Renzo. It’s
so good.” She pleaded for him to speed up, but he kept his
movements slow and deliberate. He thrust until every inch sank into
her and then arched his back to pull out. When just the tip pierced
her opening, he pushed in once again.

“
Look at me,” he
commanded.

Their gazes met. The intensity in
Renzo’s swept her inhibitions away. On some deep level, she
sensed their connection and knew she belonged to him and him alone.
Emotions clogged her throat while pleasure assaulted her body. They
came together in a slap of skin on skin and drew apart to meet again.
Jada concentrated on the feel of Renzo invading her body. He stole
her power, her ability to resist him, and she hung at his mercy as he
took what he desired.

Still not letting her look away,
he released her legs to find her hands and laced his fingers between
hers. Love swelled in her chest, and she did all she could not to
allow it to be reflected in her eyes. The knowing expression in his
told her she’d failed, but then he shocked her. His eyes
softened, and she could have sworn she saw love shining back at her.
Impossible. It’s
the sex.

She shut him out of her sight. He
sat up, pulling her with him, and turned her so she sat on his lap
facing away from him. His cock slid into her pussy, and his arm bound
her to him. She shuddered and cried out when an orgasm took hold,
raging through her being. Renzo reached around to pinch her clit. He
massaged the tiny bud through her climax, driving her higher and
higher.

When her body calmed, Jada
watched with slitted eyes as Renzo continued to make love to her. She
enjoyed the sight of their thighs lined together, his tanned golden
and her skin deep mocha brown. His hips moved against hers as she
pushed back to him. Their torsos were locked tight in the sexual
dance, and both his arms wound around her. She didn’t protest
when he moved to play with her nipples. Just like her, he loved to
feel the erect peaks in his palms. His teasing of them sent tingles
between her thighs.

“
Come, baby,” she
encouraged him.

He squeezed both her breasts and
weighted them in his hands. She arched her back and rested her head
on his shoulder. Renzo drove faster into her pussy and then cried out
her name. He stopped moving when his hot seed pumped into her
channel. Jada expelled a sigh of contentment, but Renzo didn’t
leave things there. He pulled out of her and turned her so she lay on
her back again. In awe, she stared as he parted her thighs and went
down on her. From the second his lips closed over her clit, she was
lost. He licked and sucked until a second orgasm began to build. She
squirmed and pleaded, dragging her fingers through his hair. His
moans drove her insane. When she could hold on no longer, she
screamed long and loud.

Some minutes passed before she
pulled herself together. By then Renzo had risen and retrieved their
clothing. She took the offered bikini top and slipped it on, hating
the sodden feel of it against her skin. When they were dressed, Renzo
led her to the hall. On the upper level of the mansion, she was
relieved to find her noisiness hadn’t disturbed anyone else and
started in the direction of her room. He blocked her path, and she
cast him a curious glance.

“
I’m not done,”
was his explanation, and her body almost vibrated just hearing the
words.

Jada followed her lover to his
room and was soon lost in the throes of ecstasy once again.

Chapter
Five

Jada opened her eyes just as the
door opened and the maid walked in. She trailed the woman across the
sitting area, through the double French doors, and into the bedroom.
Jada didn’t move a muscle lest she stir morning sickness, which
plagued her nonstop whenever she’d been asleep too long.
Or
at weird smells, or breathing…
She
groaned inwardly thinking about it.

Marie set a teacup on the bedside
table and a covered saucer. Jada wondered if the early morning treat
was something Renzo requested. Marie wouldn’t know to find her
in his room, would she? She wasn’t used to rich people’s
customs and felt kind of exposed to the servant, even if the sheets
did cover her from neck to toe.

“
Good morning, Miss Jada.
Can I get you anything else?” Marie asked.

“
Um, that’s for me?”
She indicated the cup and dish with a point of her finger.

The maid nodded. “Mr. Renzo
asked me to bring it here. There’s mint tea and crackers to
help settle your stomach.”

Jada stared at her. She hadn’t
asked for anything in the morning since she’d been here,
suffering with the morning sickness in private, because it wasn’t
too severe if she took it very slow rising. Renzo had considered her
health and gave the order for the tea and crackers. What was he
trying to do, make her stay? Temptation to do just that bowled her
over like an ocean wave.

“
Thank you. That’s
all for now.”

The maid left the room, and Jada
sat on the side of the bed consuming her treat. Whacked out hormones
stirred her emotions, but she refused to be swayed by them. Not yet,
but keeping the smile off her face while she showered and dressed
proved tough.

Renzo stood at the bottom of the
stairs when she reached them and Jada paused, taking in the sight of
him. He spoke with his brother, and once again, the similarity
between the two men struck her. Both looked amazing in their dark
suits, and she imagined they were worth a small fortune, more than
she’d ever considered spending on clothing. Sure she loved her
pair of Jimmy Choo heels, but they were special, and she’d
sacrificed a lot to get them.

When she reached the midway point
down the stairs, Ettore glanced up and smiled at her. She didn’t
believe he liked her all that much. “Good morning, Jada. Sleep
well?”

“
Very, thanks. Good
morning, yourself.”

Renzo took her hand when she
reached him and drew her in close. In front of his brother, he kissed
her lips, and she stiffened, but Renzo didn’t let go. “As
soon as I can arrange a meeting, I’ll let you know, Ettore.
Accorsi owns an extensive four-star restaurant chain across America
and more in Europe, not to mention his other holdings. We cannot
afford to let this opportunity pass us by. This account will be a
profitable one and definitely something you can lead.”

Ettore frowned. “Surely
that’s something one of the managers can take point on.”

“
One could, but you will do
it.”

Jada gazed from one of the men to
the other and felt the tension between them. Something told her
Ettore didn’t appreciate Renzo pulling rank, and Renzo wasn’t
going for what she’d noticed already as the lazy rich boy
attitude from Ettore. They faced off against each other, and she
would have no part of it. She tugged free of Renzo’s hold and
turned in time to spot their uncle headed in her direction. She
swallowed a groan. Even if there could be something long term between
her and Renzo, Gianni Mariani made her want to catch the next plane
back home just to avoid his evil.

Gianni stopped a few steps from
the three of them. “I need to talk to you, Renzo.”

“
That’s my cue. I’m
going to take care of some business of my own.” She stepped
around Gianni, but he reached out a hand to catch her arm. The grip
was tighter than necessary, and she glared at him. “Three
seconds.”

His face reddened, and he dropped
his hand to his side. “I need to speak with
both
of you. This has to do with her, Renzo, if we can talk in your
office?”

She rolled her eyes and followed
the two men into Renzo’s office. Glancing over her shoulder,
she saw that Ettore escaped out the front door, and she wished she
could join him. Unfortunately, Renzo guided her as if she were a
delicate flower to the couch against one wall and made sure of her
comfort before he took the seat behind his desk.

“
What’s this about,
Uncle?”

Gianni’s gaze swung from
Renzo to her and back again. He flipped his suit jacket back and
stuffed two fingers from each hand into his pockets. Jada smirked.
She assumed that said he meant business.

“
You are not the only man
she was seeing in Venice,” Gianni announced.

Silence reigned.

“
Excuse me?” A vein
stood out on Renzo’s forehead.

Jada longed for a glass of water
as her mouth had become the Sahara. She stared at Gianni, marveling
at the man’s gall, but then, he wasn’t lying. Not yet
anyway. When she turned her gaze to Renzo, it was to find him
watching her with a frown marring his handsome face. She flushed,
knowing he must have determined there was truth in his uncle’s
words. Still she remained silent.

The triumph in Gianni’s
stance from her reaction was obvious. “I did my own
investigation into Ms. Thompson’s time in Venice. You were not
the only man she was seeing. There was another, a hotel employee. Not
one from the hotel she stayed at, but he worked for a local
establishment. His name is—”

“
Antonio Furlon,”
Jada supplied. “I can’t believe you are that anal and
spiteful that you would look into my background, but maybe that’s
how y’all do. How did you find out anyway? Did you bribe
someone?”

Renzo took his time coming to his
feet. “So what he’s saying is true, Jada?”

She stood up as well. “It’s
true. I went out with him a couple times.”

“
And you’ve already
established yourself as a whore, so it stands to reason the child
you’re carrying could be this Antonio’s,” Gianni
cut in.

In seconds, Renzo was around his
desk and had his uncle by the collar. The crack of his fist
connecting with the older man’s jaw resounded through the room.
Jada let out a little scream and covered her mouth. Her eyes widened
so much they hurt. When Gianni Mariani hit the floor, the shock in
his expression mixed with confusion at Renzo’s attack.

“
I warned you once,”
Renzo bit out between clenched teeth, and Jada swallowed. She put a
shaky hand to her face to brush back hair from her clammy forehead
and worked to pull herself together. The Italian temper was
legendary, but to see it firsthand and in Renzo set her nerves on
edge. Not that she feared him. Instinct and the way he treated her
gave her a strong impression that Renzo would never be violent with
her. Besides, if he were, she’d do what she had to do to bring
him down as effectively as he’d just done to his uncle.

In clear embarrassment, Gianni
struggled to his feet. He brushed non-existent dirt from his pants
legs and then straightened. “You can attack me all you want,
Renzo, but the truth about this woman is clear.”

Renzo cast his uncle another
warning glance, and Jada almost laughed at the way the older man
moved out of reach of his nephew while fishing in his pocket for
something. A handkerchief appeared in his palm, and he wiped a spot
of blood from his lip. Jada’s sensitive stomach turned and she
redirected her gaze.

“
Leave us,” Renzo
commanded.

Gianni began to protest, but
Renzo glared. The door opened and closed, and they were alone. Renzo
moved to sit and drew her down beside him. He reached out and raised
her chin. “Tell me about this other man.”

She hesitated, feeling resentful,
but decided to answer. “There’s nothing to tell. Just
like I said, we went out a couple of times. I didn’t sleep with
him.”

Renzo studied her face for a few
minutes, saying nothing. At last, he leaned forward and kissed her
lips. “Today, my family will host a wine-tasting. We’re
introducing a new line, and I want you there with me.”

“
You know I can’t
drink, right?”

“
You don’t have to.”

He stood and moved to his desk to
shuffle through some papers. Jada remained where she was, wondering
if that was all the discussion they would have on the subject. Renzo
didn’t appear ready to challenge her claim she carried his
child or question how extensively she’d dated Antonio. Gianni
might have expected more of a reaction against her from Renzo, but
she was glad the arrogant asshole had been shot down. The question
she kept asking herself was why Renzo would continue on with her as
if nothing happened. Maybe he just wanted a baby more than anything.

Jada strode to the door. “I
see you’re busy, so I’m going to go.” She pulled at
the doorknob, but Renzo was suddenly behind her, wrapping his arms
around her waist. He stroked a hand over her belly and left it there,
inches above her pussy. Desire curled in her core. Renzo kissed her
neck and nuzzled behind her ear. Pleasure radiated throughout her
body, and she sank back to his chest, shutting her eyes. Why couldn’t
she stop longing for him and craving his touch?