Page 23 of Nobody's Girl

“Not unless you count as Trani’s biggest gossipmonger.”

Sofia grinned. “It’s a job.”

“It’s something.” Ivo wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her close. “But you really don’t have anything to worry about. Elli is doing this as a favor to me. She’s a freelance and it’s very, very hard to get her to commit to a job now days. Magazines and editors all over the world clamor for her but she’s very picky. She does love to champion new artists though. She’s lovely, it’ll be a walk in the park.”

Sofia felt herself relax a little. “And what about these other art friends of yours?”

“You’ll see. I promise you will have the time of your life though. I have our days planned down to the minute.” He had a mischievous grin on his face and Sofia chuckled at the merriment in his eyes.

“You do? Let’s hear the schedule.”

He pretended to consult his diary. “Okay, today, so obviously travel to Venice. Check. Go to hotel. Make sweet love. Have dirty, dirty, sex. Meet Elli and her husband Indio for supper. Have drinks. Come back to hotel. Fuck each other senseless. Order room service after midnight because GF – that’s you – is like the Anti-Gremlin and needs to be fed and watered at regular intervals.”

Sofia was giggling so hard her eyes were watering. “You are so right, but also such a bitch.”

Ivo grinned and kissed her. “That’s just day one. Day two – morning, you go meet with Elli and do your interview, after which I take you both to lunch. Then more sex. In the evening, we go meet my friends at their gallery, dinner, dancing, and finally, we walk back to hotel and have sex in as many public places as possible – especially where we might get caught.”

Sofia was beginning to get turned on now. “And the final day?”

Ivo leaned in closer and nuzzled her ear before whispering in it. “Just us. Doing whatever we like. Whenever we like. Wherever we like.” He slipped his hand under her dress and trailed his fingertips up her inner thigh. Sofia moaned with pleasure, pressing her body closer to his, breathing in his clean, fresh linen and spice scent. Ivo’s fingers slipped inside her panties and stroked her sex, strumming a rhythm over her clit.

“Oh god, Ivo,” she whispered, closing her eyes, feeling his kiss her eyelids, her cheeks, her mouth. Her belly was quivering with desire, her nipples hardening.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he said and for a moment, to her dismay, he moved away. The next moment, he had picked her up ad was carrying her somewhere. She was laid down on a soft mattress.

“Keep your eyes closed, Bella, I just want to touch you, look at you.”

And for the next few moments, as he removed all of her clothes, he stroked every inch of her body before his tongue found her sex, and it lashed around her clit, sending her senses racing into overdrive. “Ivo…”

She came and then his mouth was on her and she could taste him and her and she was lost in the desire he sent racing through her body. Impatiently, she unzipped him, hardly allowing a laughing Ivo to get free of his clothes before she climbed over him, her legs hitched around his waist. “Please, Ivo, don’t wait.”

His thick cock plunged into her swollen, quivering cunt and she urged him on, harder, deeper, her fingernails digging into his firm buttocks. The effect this man had on her body was breathtaking, his firm hands holding her, his massive cock sending her to heaven. It was amazing to her that only a few weeks ago, she had been a virgin, had never even been curious about sex and now, with Ivo, she wanted to do more, be adventurous.

“Will we really…oh god…have sex out in public?” She wanted him to describe it to her, the idea was turning her on so much.

Ivo keeping his strokes firm and regular, grinned down at her. “You like the idea, don’t you?”

Sofia laughed, arching her back so her belly pressed against him. “In theory…have you done it before?”

“Actually, no. But with you I want to try everything.”

She could have cried at the love in his voice. “I feel the same…oh, god…Ivo…I’m close…. yes…yes…”

She came as his cock continued to thrust hard inside her and then she felt him shudder and he buried his face in her neck and let out a long groan. “Sofia….”

He looked up and she smoothed his damp curls away from his face. He looked so boyish that she couldn’t believe he was almost forty. When she had met him, she could have sworn he was only a few years older than her, not sixteen, but she never ever felt the age gap. Their bodies, their sense of humor, their interests – all were so in sync it was almost impossible to believe.

All she knew was – she loved this man, and even more importantly, she trusted him. She told him that now, and he looked moved beyond words. “To hear that from you, Sofia, my beautiful Sofia…I have no words.”

She kissed him and they made love again in the small bedroom. An hour later, they were landing in Venice and Sofia suddenly felt excited for what the weekend might bring.

At eight p.m. they were being seated in one of the most exclusive, high-priced restaurants in Venice, overlooking the Lagoon. Sofia was wearing a dark red dress, her black hair pulled over one shoulder. Around her neck, the ruby that Ivo had just given her at the hotel. Sofia had never been a jewelry girl – that is, expensive jewelry girl – she had her nose and ears pierced and sometimes wore thick heavy silver rings on her forefingers and thumb, her go-to-punk look, but this was a white gold, delicate chain with a ruby the size of a penny. It hung between her breasts, the white silver radiating off her dusky skin.

Ivo had surprised her just as she was getting out of the shower. “While you look adorably wet, like you’ve been running through a rain storm, let me add something to this picture.” He stood behind her as they gazed in the bathroom mirror. Sofia leaned back into him as he fastened the chain around her neck. At first Sofia couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful man standing behind her, who was now kissing her shoulder, looking up under those thick dark lashes of his to meet her gaze in the mirror. “I saw in an antique store and knew it was made for you. The color of it…”

Sofia couldn’t speak for a moment. She picked up the ruby between her fingers and made it twinkle in the light. “Ivo…this is too much.”