Fiori Devil

Capturing her moan with his kiss, he slowly ran his tongue along the crease of her lips until she opened and accepted the thrusts of his tongue willingly, while he slowly caressed her firm, voluptuous breast. Feeling the intense heat of desire sweep through him, he knew he had been too long without a woman, if the hard, thick bulge in his pants was any indication, and was more than ready to partake what she was offering. Finding himself unable to stifle a groan of pleasure as she ran her hand down the rigid length of his shaft, he quickly laid her down on the sofa and slowly began to raise her skirt inch by inch, smiling as he discovered she wore no underwear when his hand found her core hot and weeping for him. As she parted her legs in clear invitation and held his muscular arms tightly, she whispered with longing, “Come to me Amore mio (my love). Ho un debole per te, (I am weak for you.) Smiling wolfishly, he reached down and was unzipping his pants when he heard his secretary’s voice over the intercom say in a well-modulated voice, "Mr. Fiori, there's a gentleman out here who says it's urgent he speak with you." Cursing inwardly as he scowled at the intercom, he quickly stood and zipped up his pants then helped his visitor up off the sofa. While she was adjusting her clothing, Aiden walked over to his desk, and said irritably, "Does he have an appointment?" Speaking quickly, his secretary said, "No sir," then before she could say more, Aiden heard a slight scuffle and his secretary shout, "Sir, you cannot go in there, he is with a client." Then in the background he heard a deep gruff voice utter some inaudible expletive, and as he reached in the drawer of his desk for his gun, the door to his office was flung open. Pointing his weapon directly at the intruder as he stood in the doorway of the office, an instant smile spread across Aiden’s face, and he carefully released his grip on the trigger of the gun he had been clutching tightly in his hand. Shoving it back into the desk drawer, he walked around the desk and swiftly crossed the room to enthusiastically hug the man he had known since birth and admired greatly. Holding him at arm's length, Aiden saw a man in his early sixties who could pass for a much younger man even though he sported a thick head of silver hair. Towering over practically everyone at six feet seven inches, his powerful muscular, Russian build was still solid as ever, and if the truth be told, he was even more formidable now than in his younger days. He had taken care of himself over the years and no one, as far as Aiden knew, had ever foolishly dared to deliberately pick a fight with him and come out unscathed or nearly dead. He was, indeed, still a force to be reckoned with. Having followed close on the intruder’s heels with a thunderous look on her face and her trusty baseball bat in hand, Aiden's secretary, Florence, quite breathless and red in the face, said, "I'm sorry Mr. Fiori, but," and before she could continue, Aiden raised his hand and stopped her in mid-sentence. Laughing softly, he said, "No need to be sorry Florence," as he affectionately squeezed the man's shoulder, "there's no way to stop a Russian when he's on a mission." Taking the man's coat and laying it on a chair, Aiden turned and looked at Florence, and said, "Florence, I'd like you to meet my uncle, Dimitri Resnikoff. No blood relation really, but he's as close to family as you'd want to get." Then, turning to Dimitri, Aiden said, “Dimitri, this is my secretary, Florence Abernathy, whom I caution you not to cross again if you wish to continue in good health,” as he looked down at the baseball bat she carried, and chuckled quietly. Giving Florence a charismatic smile, Dimitri reached over to grasp the hand not holding the baseball bat, and raising it to his lips, he softly brushed a kiss on her palm as he looked at her contritely, and said, "I apologize for causing you such distress, lovely lady, but I would be a liar if I said I was sorry to have made the acquaintance of such a beautiful woman, no matter how lacking my manners." Taken aback, blushing profusely, Florence slowly hid the baseball bat behind her, and said, "Why . . . thank you Mr. Resnikoff, the pleasure is all mine." Then, as Dimitri released her hand, she turned to Aiden, "Well . . . I . . . what I mean is," as she glanced askance at Dimitri, "if there is nothing else you require Mr. Fiori . . .," her voice trailing off discernibly as she looked at him expectantly. Shaking his head, Aiden said, "No thank you Florence. Just make sure I'm not disturbed, and don't put any calls through unless it's family." Nodding, a slight flush still evident on her cheeks, she smiled at Dimitri, then quietly left the room. As the door closed, Aiden looked over at his visitor, and said, “Countess, as you might have just heard, I’d like you to introduce you to my uncle, Dimitri Resnikoff.” Then looking at Dimitri, he said, “Uncle, I’d also like to introduce you to Countess Angeliek Von Ricci. She has taken over her late husband’s interest in our weapon’s development and come all the way from the Republic of San Marino to perhaps purchase items to strengthen the defense of her country.” Stepping over to the countess with a wicked gleam in his eye, Dimitri took her hand and kissed the palm while slowly brushing his thumb intimately over the soft skin of her wrist. Hearing her slight intake of breath, Dimitri smiled, and said, “I am honored to make the acquaintance of yet another charming and exquisite beauty, Countess.” Then, looking at Aiden, Dimitri said, “This is indeed my lucky day, eh nephew, meeting two beautiful women within the same hour,” as he released the countess’s hand with a light squeeze.