It Had to Be You (Chicago Stars #1)(15)

“When you put it like that, doll baby, you make it tough to refuse.”

She took her hand away as if she were embarrassed by her brazenness and pulled a set of keys from her pocket. “I’m driving my dad’s car. Follow me.”

The car was a late model Mercedes. Dan kept the tail-lights in view as he drove through the quiet, tree-lined streets into an exclusive residential area. The house, an imposing two-story white brick, sat on a wooded lot. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw the muted lights of an elaborate crystal chandelier glowing through the leaded glass fanlight over the front door.

The house had a three-car garage opening off to the side, and the door on the left slid up. She drove the Mercedes in. He parked behind it and got out. When he was inside the garage, she pushed the button that closed the door.

Her little Spandex skirt hugged every curve of her bottom as she walked up the two steps that led into the house. “You want a beer?” she asked as they entered a dimly lit white kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances and a restaurant-sized, stainless steel refrigerator.

He shook his head.

The lights fell softly on her overly made-up face. She set down her purse and kicked off her flats. Without removing her school jacket, she reached underneath her skirt and pulled off her panties. They were light blue.

She dropped them on the white tiled floor. “You want some taco chips or gum or something?”

“Yeah, I want something, all right.”

For several seconds she stood completely still. Then she led him from the kitchen. He followed her through a softly lit hallway into a spacious living room containing white-washed oak furniture upholstered in rich, gem-colored fabrics. The faux marble walls displayed large canvases of original art and broken stone pediments held several pieces of sculpture.

“Daddy must have some big bucks,” he drawled.

“We’re Italian. He’s with the mob, but nobody’s supposed to know. Do you want to see one of his guns?”

“I’ll pass on that.”

She shrugged and led him into another room, which was dark until she flicked the switch on a small desk lamp with a black paper shade. The light revealed that she’d chosen the study instead of a bedroom. A sleek black desk sat at one end in front of a set of bookcases. More pricey art hung on the walls, and plantation shutters covered the windows. She stopped between a mulberry leather sofa and matching club chair.

“You sure you don’t want something to drink, Mr. Calebow?”

“I’m sure.”

She gazed at him for a moment, and then her hands went to the row of buttons on the front of her white blouse. One by one, she unfastened them.

“How ’bout you get rid of that gum for me.”

She walked over to the desk, her expression sulky, and removed the large pink wad from her mouth. Reaching past a stack of papers, she stuck it in a carved alabaster ashtray. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he saw her breasts as she leaned forward. The glow from the desk lamp gilded her small nipples.

“Sit up on the desk, darlin’.”

The Spandex skirt rode high on her thighs as she eased her hips onto the front edge. She parted her legs, keeping the balls of her feet resting on the carpet.

He walked toward her, discarding the cummerbund of his tux. “You’re a pretty wild kid, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh. I get into a lot of trouble.”

“I’ll just bet you do.” He slipped his hands beneath the school jacket and then under her blouse, pulling it from the waistband of her skirt. His big hand traveled upward along her spine and moved to the front. He cupped her small breasts and brushed her nipples with his thumbs.

Her hands moved to the slide on his zipper. For a moment she did nothing, and then she shivered. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“You seem to be doing real fine all by yourself.”

“Tell me, dammit!”

“All right, darlin’. Open my zipper.”

“Like this?”

“Just like that.”

“Now what?’

“Reach around a little bit and see if you can find anything that catches your interest.”

His breathing quickened as she followed his instructions to the letter.

“You’re real big.” She cradled him in her hands as she arched her back so that her breasts were pressed deeper into his palms. “I’m getting scared.”

“Oh, I’ll take it real easy on you.”

“You will?”

“I promise.”

“It’s okay if it hurts a little.”

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay. Really.”

“If you say so.” He smelled bubble gum on her breath as he caught her by the knees and drew them upward, then braced her heels on the desktop. The skirt bunched across her stomach. He moved between her open thighs and slipped a finger inside her.

“Does that hurt?”

“Oh, yes. Yes! What are you going to do to me?”

He told her. Roughly. Explicitly.

Her breathing grew heavier and he could feel the heat of her skin. He pushed off her school jacket and, slipping his hands beneath her bare buttocks, lifted her from the desk. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her breasts against the tucks of his shirt front as he carried her to the big leather club chair. He settled into it and positioned her knees on each side of his hips so that she straddled him.