Chapter 8
They ended up going to the movie theater rather than staying in because Cora was in need of a major escape on a large screen with many almost naked men. It wasn’t that Paolo wanted to watch Magic Mike. It wasn’t on his list of must-see movies; it didn’t even make it to his will-watch-it-if-nothing-else-is-on list. But he had a difficult time saying no to Cora, and since she insisted that he’d been avoiding her deliberately and therefore owed her, Paolo was duty bound to be her plus one.
At least he was ninety-nine percent sure he’d get lucky afterward.
And, truth be told, he enjoyed watching Cora watch the movie. She inevitably made friends in the theater (she made friends everywhere they went), and she squealed along with the other women when Channing Tatum gyrated obscenely in all his 40 foot, high definition glory.
Also, he had some ideas for later.
When they returned to the beach house after drinks at a club nearby, Paolo put his plan into action, starting with placing a dining room chair in the middle of the living room.
“What are you doing?” Cora asked, smiling at him.
He dimmed the lights until they were barely on, and then led Cora to the chair. “You’ll see,” he whispered in her ear.
She sat down with a smirk. “I can’t wait.”
He set up a playlist on his phone to set the mood, using Magic Mike as the keyword. Placing it on the speaker dock, a sensual beat began to play. Cora giggled.
He began by unbuttoning his sleeves, giving Cora his best smoldering stare. He rolled up his sleeves, one fold at a time, all the way up to his elbows. And as the lyrics began, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
I’m just a bachelor
I’m looking for a partner
Someone who knows how to ride
Without even falling off
As he popped each button, he spread the fabric apart, revealing his olive skin one torturous inch at a time. Cora’s gaze was fixed on his fingers, and the smirk changed into a look of intense concentration. Clearly he’d been taking notes from both Magic Mike and Fridah.
Gotta be compatible
Take me to my limits
Girl when I break you off
I promise that you won’t wanna get off
Finally his torso was bare, and as the chorus played, he ran his palms over his pecs, over his abs, ran his fingers down the lines of his pelvis to where it disappeared into his jeans. Cora’s tongue flicked out to wet her lips, before the bottom one disappeared between her teeth. He could see her chest starting to heave. He smiled.
Sitting here posing
Peeping your steelo
Just once if I have the chance
The things I would do to you
He took a step closer to Cora as he unbuckled his belt. He pulled it out slowly, toward her, before dropping it on the ground. Then he tucked his thumbs inside his waistband and slid them back and forth, pushing his jeans down, revealing more and more of his pelvis in front of her face. Cora reached for his waist.
“Nope,” he scolded with a tap on her wrist. “Look, but don’t touch.”
She groaned. “That’s so unfair.”
“Those are the rules,” he said, inching a hand down the front of his jeans before grabbing a fistful of himself.
Cora whined, her eyes fixed on his hand.
During the second hook, Paolo rolled his hips as he squeezed himself, his own breath quickening as he grew hard. Cora wriggled in her chair, and one of her hands slipped down under her skirt as she watched, panting with arousal.
He popped the button on his jeans and slowly unzipped, before dropping them to the ground. In one swift movement, he grabbed Cora by the waist, spun around, and sat down, placing her on top of his lap, directly where he wanted her.
She rolled her head back with a satisfied sigh. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?” she asked.
He kept his hands on her waist and moved their hips together, heightening the pleasure. “Guess you’ll have to punish me, then,” he rasped.
“Bedroom,” she growled, “now.”
He could never say no to Cora.
*****
Their flight to the bedroom was interrupted by the doorbell.
“Ignore it,” Paolo groaned and was gratified when Cora actually hesitated.
“I want to,” she moaned, eyes longingly on the two steps that would take her to the bedroom.
“Then do it,” Paolo said pushing her hand. She took a step toward the bedroom but the doorbell rang again and she stopped turning her head toward the door.
“It could be important.”
“How? You’re a teacher, not an EMT. It’s unlikely to be an emergency.”
Cora sighed, “Lemme just get rid of them.”
Paolo groaned but let her go as he stumbled into the bedroom and let her deal with whoever was at the door. The huge tent in his jeans rendered him ineligible to be in polite company anyway.
*****
“Dad,” Cora croaked in surprise as she opened the door. Her hand immediately flew to her chest to make sure all her buttons were still done up, “What are you doing here?”
“You called me dad,” he said smiling widely and sounding pleased.
“Great. What do you want?”
“To come in for one. We need to talk.”
“Do we?”
“Yes Cora we do.”
“Well if you really want to talk to me, maybe you should call and make an appointment? I’m really busy right now.”
“Are you?”
“Yes. So, bye…dad,” she said, moving to shut the door.
“Cora!” he snapped, impatience apparent in his voice.
“Call me,” she replied shutting the door in his face.
*****
Paolo was in her bed, the duvet the only barrier between her and his naked body.
“Wow, white is definitely your color,” she said, leaning on the door and admiring the way his tan was offset by the whiteness of sheets and duvet that surrounded him.
“Thanks. Come here.”
“Yessir.”