And I wanted to do it again and again.
12
The next day I woke up in a large canopy bed with silk sheets and cotton blankets on top of me.
The cinders of a dying fire crackled in the fireplace nearby. I sat up and looked for Luca. In the cold light of day I felt a little embarrassed now. I was the cliché American that gave in so easily to an Italian seducer. Did he even know my name? Or care? Just then Luca entered carrying a tray with breakfast.
“Bella, buongiorno.”
“Buongiorno.”
“I hope you are hungry. Yes?”
“Yes.” I laughed.
“What is funny?”
“I’ve just realised that I’ve never told you my name. It’s Eva.”
“Eva. It is beautiful, like you. I want to see more of you Eva. If you will have me.”
I thought of last night and his enormous cock buried deep inside me and how incredible it felt. “I would like that too.”
This was so right. There was no messy drama and Luca made it easy for me to know what he was thinking. I knew that he must be a playboy with many girlfriends, but I was in Venice and I would live life to the fullest while I was here.
We ate breakfast in bed laughing and having a good time.
But something odd happened. He did not try to make love to me again. I thought it was very strange since we were already in bed and he was clearly ready for it. Not to mention a little disappointing. But I figured this was part of his appeal.
Instead he asked to take me to a ball that evening and I agreed, delighted that I would have the opportunity to see him again.
An hour later he had his gondolier take me back to Clay’s house. I was very obviously disheveled, with my dress from the night before and messy hair and make up.
But I didn’t care. I was happy. I was satisfied. I was having the time of my life with an Italian love-god and I didn't have a care in the world.
I entered the palazzo with a skip to my step and a song on my breath.
“Were you out all night?” A deep voice interrupted me.
I knew immediately it was Clay. It stunned me and I stopped in my tracks.
“Clay…?” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Where were you?”
I paused. Then I remembered that he was my boss. Not my lover. I didn’t owe him any answers about my personal life. I walked past him to the staircase.
“If you have questions about the charity ball. I’ll be happy to answer those.”
I climbed the stairs and went to my room to process the fact that Clay was here, that I was now the lover of a rich Italian count, as well as the massive charity ball I was in charge of.
His sudden appearance had shaken me though, and I felt overwhelmed with emotion for the first time since arriving in Venice.
I took a deep breath. Being in the same house as Clay was going to be difficult.
But I had Luca to distract me, to help me forget all about Clay Roth.
And I would make sure he did just that.
13
Later that day I finally emerged from my room.
Clay was nowhere to be found and I was glad for the solace. Everything was now in place for the charity ball. The décor wouldn’t go up until a day before which was still two away, so this was now my free time.
Still I went over all the plans in case Clay was going to quiz me.
I was ready for dinner with Luca and I walked down the stairs in my gorgeous yellow silk gown and matching mask. My chest heaved in the corset and I’d painted my lips with the deepest sexiest red lipstick I had.
A secret part of me wanted Clay to be waiting at the foot of the stairs so that he could see me looking like this, and get a glimpse of what he was missing. But he wasn’t there.
I got word that a gondola and a gentleman were waiting for me out on the canal stairs. I knew it must be Luca. I walked out to the water where the count’s gondola was parked, with another approaching.
It was Clay.
Seeing me approach, Luca stepped out of the gondola and kissed my hand and then kissed my lips. Fire shot through my body and I almost forgot that we were in a public space. I wanted to continue kissing him. I wanted to push him onto the gondola and straddle him right there and then.
Then I heard the sound of a throat clearing. Clay was standing nearby and he did not look happy.
“Buena Serra Mr. Roth.” Luca said tipping his hat to Clay, a slight smile playing about his lips.
“Count Mediciana de Prepolli.”
Clay’s face hardened. I don’t think he was expecting that I would be with another man. It was satisfying to see the obvious annoyance on his face.
What was also very clear to me was that while Clay and Luca obviously knew one another, there was certainly no love lost between the two men.I suddenly felt flushed. What was happening here?
“Luca this is Mr Roth, my employer,” I said, composing myself. “He is kind enough to let me me stay here at his palazzo while I work.”
“Yes. It is a beautiful property,” Luca said, bowing towards Clay, but the way he did it, it seemed almost like a taunt, than a display of respect.
Then he turned to me and said, “Shall we, bella? We have a wonderful night ahead.”
He helped me climb into the gondola and we were on our way. I didn’t have to look back to know that Clay stood staring angrily after us.
I didn’t care what his problem was, either with me or Luca.
I was with a gorgeous Italian billionaire who made me weak at the knees and most importantly, treated me with respect.
But what was the history between them?
From the awkward macho-infused exchange I’d just witnessed, I assumed it was not a good one.
14
Luca took me to the party and while I had a lovely time, I wasn't interested in dancing or talking. I just wanted his magnificent cock inside me.
All evening I was wet just thinking about it. He seemed to know it too and spent the night teasing me with little caresses and meaningful looks.
At one point, when we were dancing, he in and I could feel the full length of his hard shaft against my belly. It was driving me crazy.
When we finally got back to his palace, I was almost weak with desire. But instead of letting our lust guide us, Luca toyed with me even further by saying he wanted to chat by the fire and get to know all that he could about me.
I was touched by his genuine interest but couldn't deny that I wasn't interested in chit chat. I just wanted him.
“I am sorry Eva about last night. I was too fast. I could not keep my hands off you. It’s not right. You are a lady and I want to treat you like a lady. Please give me another chance to be a gentleman.”
“That is very sweet Luca.” But I didn't want a gentleman, I wanted his cock, slamming into my wet center.
I couldn't quite believe how wanton I was, the effect the encounter with this man was having on me.
I remembered the Casanova tour and all the stories. I couldn’t help to think that Luca was just like him. He had a way with women because he wouldn’t only satisfy their physical desires but also their emotional desires by talking to them. I wondered if all Italian men had mastered this skill.