We sat on a plush chaise lounge in front of the fire drinking wine. I tried to put my desire aside and told him about my job and planning the charity ball. He was intrigued and offered to help in anyway that he could.
I found it touching but a part of me knew that Luca would only be my lover during Carnivale. I fully expected him to disappear after that, and I wouldn’t think less of him for it.
It wasn’t long before Luca was kissing me. However he was more restrained this time, despite my ardour. He took his time, kissing my lips and rubbed his thumb over my face. I looked into his sparkling green eyes and ran my fingers through his dark locks.
It was a shame that this would be a short lived romance, because I really was starting to become quite fond of Luca. He was just so full of charm and romance that it was hard not to fall for him. He smiled at me and said, “What are you thinking?”
“I was just thinking how beautiful this is. You, Carnivale, Venice. It is very romantic.”
“I feel the same way,” he said. Then he kissed me again. He stood me up and walked me over to his bed.
He slowly took off my dress and kissed every inch of skin. I was like Jello under his touch.
“Please, lay down,” he said.
I did as he asked. He stood before me and took off all his clothes and I gasped at the sight of him.
He was like a Roman God.
His body was toned and tanned. The muscles on his stomach were perfectly rippled and led my eyes down to his hard massive cock, which looked even more impressive from this angle. His thick curls fell around his face and I bit on my lower lip just to keep myself from shouting with joy at the sight of him.
He climbed onto the bed and kissed my feet. Then up to my ankles, and then my knees, my thighs, over my soft mound, and my belly. He stopped at my breasts and gently fondled and massaged them. He tugged on my nipples lightly with his lips and used his tongue to flick them. I arched my back up in ecstasy, wanting more and more of him.
His mouth covered mine and he kissed me slowly while his hand moved down and caressed my thighs. Then he pushed two fingers inside me. I was already wet and he groaned at knowing this. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. I wasn’t embarrassed that he knew he turned me on. I had nothing to hide from him. This was a short-lived romance and I could be here in reckless abandon and not be judged.
He positioned himself on top of me and his strong thighs moved my legs apart. He placed the tip of his glorious cock inside and then looked at me and said, “Is that okay? Are you okay bella?”
“Oh God yes.”
He moved slowly now, deeper inside of me and it felt like heaven. His mouth was on mine again and he kissed me again and again until he was completely inside. He moved his hips slowly as we both drank in every second.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on to him. It felt more than passionate and lustful this time though, it felt almost … loving. Luca was making love to me. It felt so good and satisfying.
We maintained this for at least an hour. Each of us on the brink of orgasm, but slowing down and stopping right before it was going to happen.
It was a beautiful experience, and while it drove me crazy I know my orgasm would be spectacular.
Then, when we finally both exploded in ecstasy we fell asleep with him still inside me.
15
The next day I kept to my room again. I did not want to face Clay.
A part of me still cared about him and being treated so rudely was hurtful. So I hid away in the sanctuary of my room.
Later in the morning, there was a knock at my door, and I knew it wasn’t Sofia. It was loud and stern and full of anger.
I answered it and Clay burst in past me.
“I don’t like this.”
“Like what?” I said, instinctively excited by both his presence and his anger
“You - and the count.”
“Clay, you have a girlfriend and you are my boss. It’s none of your business.”
“I can’t. I want you, Eva. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, you know that.”
It was everything I wanted to hear, but it was too late.
“And she’s not my girlfriend. It’s complicated.” He walked over to the vanity and picked up the white rose bud still sitting in the glass of water. I never had a chance to wear it out again. I had been with Luca every night since it was given to me.
Now, Clay looked a little sad as he handled it.
“I’m sure it is complicated,” I said, annoyed.
“Just not him. OK?” he replied, in a way that seemed more plainitive than angry. As if he was pleading with me not to see Luca.
“Why?” I was intrigued.
“We have a history. He’s not a good man, Eva. He’s cheated me and countless others out of a business deal. I can only imagine that he treats his women the same way.”
“What I do is none of your business.”
Annoyed, I turned to walk out of the room. I had enough of his lectures.
But Clay suddenly turned and pinned me against the wall. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.
My lips instinctively parted and I pressed my mouth to his and kissed him back softly. I was instantly flooded with desire and forgot about all the anger I felt toward him. Though I wanted to tell him to leave me alone but instead of words, a sigh came out of my mouth.
Not being able to have him for so long had only made my desire for him stronger these past weeks.
He pressed his entire body against mine and I could feel that he was hard through his pants as it pressed against me.
He rubbed his body roughly against mine, as his kisses grew more intense. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him to me and he groaned loudly.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am. That day in the garden …” he said breathlessly through kisses. “I shouldn’t have left you there like that.”
“Why did you?” Though right then I didn't really care.
Just then there was knock at the door. Neither of us said anything or even acknowledged it. We were both too consumed with desire.
“Mr. Roth,” said the housekeeper. “Ms Brant had just arrived. She’s downstairs.”
Clay froze as did I, immediately recognising the name.
The woman he’d teased me about that first night we met. The one who’s number he’d supposedly pretended to be looking for.
Clearly he’d called that number.
I looked at Clay, but his face was impassive.
Reality dawning, I pushed him away. I remembered Max’s comment about his girlfriend. Was that girlfriend Rose Brant?
It had to be.
And she was here.
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Ella Adams loves to write steamy romances about sexy dominant take-charge men who send pulses racing.
Her books include:
COLLIDE SERIES - a scorching romance serial featuring an irresistible billionaire that begins with a spilled cup of coffee on the streets of New York.
RIVALS SERIES - a sizzling Italian billionaire love triangle featuring not one, but two smouldering billionaires.
INDULGE - an erotic romance about a woman who choses to indulge her heart's desires by sharing TWO bad boy billionaires.
RESIST SERIES - a sexy romance about a woman who finds she cannot resist the charms of a man she really shouldn't be involved with.