Page 15 of Her Dirty Secret

He sits up, looking extremely satisfied with himself. And damn well he should be. He wipes his face, removing as much of the moisture from his beard as he can.

“Well?” he teases.

I nod in defeat. “Sei il miglior fra tutti quelli che mi sia mai scopate.” He beams with pride. “You should teach classes on what you just did there.”

He laughs, sliding down next to me. “I don’t do that for just anyone, you know.”

“Oh, so I’m special?” I tease back, turning toward him and running my hands down his chest.

He strokes my face, kissing me gently. “More than you know,” he says seriously.

“And you were the best I’ve had even before the mind-blowing oral,” I reply.

He lunges for my mouth with his, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth. I wasn’t expecting the intensity, but I’m finding the feeling of his mouth on any part of me to be very addicting, so I sure as hell don’t mind.

We sleep together that night, wrapped around each other peacefully. As it happens, it’s also the best sleep I’ve ever had.

Four

Emily

On Wednesday morning, I wake nestled in the corner against the wall. I try to wriggle upright only to bump into Alessandro, who is spread-eagled in the small bed, taking up ninety percent of its surface.

I shake my head and start pushing him out of bed. What a pig. I decide a good, solid fall to the floor will be a fitting punishment. But he’s heavier than he looks, being all lean muscle, and he starts to wake up before I can get him over the edge.

He grabs at me, rolling me onto my back. “That’s not very nice,” he chastises me, pinning me beneath him.

I wriggle violently. “Yeah, well, it’s not nice to hog the bed, either,” I reply, sticking my tongue out at him.

With a grin, he descends upon it, covering my mouth with his and joining his tongue to mine. Suddenly, I’m less mad and more horny. Noting with satisfaction that he’s got morning wood, I twist suddenly and give a swipe of my leg to topple him onto the bed. Thankfully, he left his stash of condoms on the nightstand, so I grab one and suit him up before climbing on top of him. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t protest, watching me with amusement.

Until I sink down on him. Then he’s throwing his head back in pleasure. And it feels pretty damn good for me too. I take my time riding him, testing to see what we both like best. He’s being lazy this time around, letting me take control, simply watching me with his arms tucked behind his head. I have to say it’s a pretty big turn-on.

The more intently he watches, the more turned on I get. I close my eyes, still feeling his on me, and I surrender to the moment. I work my nipples, then rub myself between my legs as I bounce over him. A few hard circles on my clit, and I’m groaning as I start to come. His hands find my hips, helping keep the pace as I languish in the orgasm, barely able to move while I explode in ecstasy. He gives a few ferocious thrusts and a groan that tells me he’s finished too.

I sink onto him with a catlike grin.

“Good morning,” I purr.

“Fucking amazing morning,” he replies, kissing me deeply. “Let’s just stay here and do this all day.”

I laugh. “No dice, sir. I’ve had a taste of real Italian food, and there’s none in this bed, so you’re out of luck.”

He laughs loudly. “Not even two full days in Italia and you’re already spoiled,” he teases.

I smirk at him and climb off of his gorgeous body, stretching widely. “I’m going to take a shower,” I proclaim. He sits up on his elbows and raises an eyebrow suggestively. “Alone. I’d like to eat before noon.”

With a sigh, he climbs to his feet and starts to dress. “If we must,” he replies. He’s dressed quickly and, with a smack on my ass and a kiss on my cheek, he leaves me to get ready.

I can’t keep the smile off my face the whole time, either. Being with him definitely puts me in a good mood. Or maybe it’s the setting. Or being on vacation. Bah, who knows, and who cares? I’m going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

As I descend into the main area, the smell of pastries is overwhelming, and my mouth starts to water.

“Ohhhh, who is my new best friend?” I joke as I step off the stairs.

Valentina looks up from the freshly opened bakery box she’s obviously just set out and puts her hands on her hips.

“Ah. Never mind,” I mutter. But as soon as she’s taken one and wandered off, I sneak my own. I find the farthest seat from her and descend upon the delicious smelling pastry gleefully.