Faster Dirtier (Take Me...#5) (A Team Ferrelli Novel) by Colleen Masters

crackle with anticipation. I’m so excited to meet
the rest of the team. Well, excited and incredibly nervous. Siena and Bex are
the only people I’ll know at the party—unless you count Alfie. What if everyone
just thinks I’m a strange little American girl and wants nothing to do with me?
    “Well, too bad,” I mutter aloud. “Because I’m here now. And
I intend to stay.”
    I’m just about to head back inside when a flash of movement
catches my eye in a window on the second story of the villa. I train my gaze
forward and feel my heart slam against my ribcage. There, framed in a window
right across the terrace, is Enzo Lazio in the flesh once again. Emphasis on flesh . Through the parted
curtains, I watch him stride into view, wearing nothing but a tiny bath towel
around his waist. I know that I have no right to stare at him, to invade his
privacy like this, but I can’t for the life of me tear my eyes away.
    His razor sharp jaw line is far more visible, now—sheared of
the scruffy beard that he sported earlier today. Only a bit of sexy stubble
remains, my favorite look on a man. And his jet black hair has been given a
trim, too. Guess Bex decided that the mountain man look was bad for PR. I have
to say, I approve of the change. His hard, brooding features stand out in sharp
relief now, unobscured. But as gorgeous as his face happens to be, it’s the
rest of him that has my heart doing backflips at the moment. As I look on,
mesmerized, he shoves a hand through his short black hair, and the loose knot
holding the bath towel in place comes loose.
    I feel my mouth fall open as Enzo’s body is revealed to me
in its entirety. For the moment, he’s turned away from me, his rock hard ass on
full display in all its glory. My fingers twitch with wanting to grab a hold of
those firm cheeks, pull him hard against me. And that’s even before he pivots to face
me, and I finally get a glimpse of that singular, breathtaking length between
his legs.
    “Ho-ly shit,” I breathe, steadying myself against the railing
of the balcony. I haven’t seen that many cocks in my time, but Enzo’s is by far the finest. It’s a thing of
beauty—long and shapely, downright delicious...
    Delicious? What the hell am I thinking? With great effort, I manage to drag my eyes back
to Enzo’s face, and good thing too. Because just as I tear my eyes away from
his beautiful manhood, he turns to face my way. I all but dive back into my
bedroom, hoping that he didn’t see me gaping at him across the way. How would
that be for a first introduction? But as I peer out from my hiding space, he
doesn’t seem at all perturbed. Whew .
Dodged that bullet.
    I’m released from the spell of Enzo’s gorgeous form as he
tugs the curtains shut at last. I lean back against my bedroom wall, willing my
heart to be still. I’ve never been so attracted to a man before in my life,
never felt my body respond so suddenly to someone else’s. Is this really just
an amped up crush, or something much more?
    One thing’s for sure. If I don’t take care of myself before
this party kicks off, I’m not going to be able to put two words together. My
sex is aching, crying out for some TLC. And with the image of Enzo’s delectable
cock fresh in my mind’s eye, I’m more than willing to devote an hour to some
serious self-love.

 
    Chapter Seven

     
     
    A couple of hours before the party is set to begin, I find
myself in the hands of a duo of glamor experts once again. Only this time, it
isn’t Bex and Siena who show up at my door to take me from tomboy to knockout.
It’s my own personal hair and makeup team, ready to complete my look for the
evening. They all but bowl me over as they charge into the guesthouse, eager to
get down to business.
    “Why hello, gorgeous,” says the hair stylist, a man about my
height with a wide smile, spiky platinum hair, and bright red suspenders.
    “Ready to get started?” asks the makeup artist, a toweringly
tall, raven-haired,