Page 161 of Unwritten Rules

There’s an idea buzzing around my brain, but I can’t quite make my thoughts calm down enough so I can put my finger on what it is I’m trying to figure out until Mila inhales sharply.

“We should tell their story!”

* * *

And the rest is history.

My mother’s diaries, her unsent letters, every memory I could unearth…everything was compiled, and the story of Nathan Wetherby and Ana De La Cruz came to life in the most organic way I could have ever wished for.

Except in our version, the two star-crossed lovers got their happily ever after.

I had often sworn I’d never write another book. I didn’t think I had another one inside of me, but my parents’ guiding hands and my lover’s guiding light made the journey a labour of love.

The release of My Dearest Nathan is scheduled for later this year, and so, when the opportunity presented itself to escape to Italy with my girl, I jumped at the chance.

“You can move those glorious hands lower…if you’d like.”

The invitation in her voice is undeniable, and though my cock is already hard as a damn rock and eager to take her again despite our hours of loving last night, I hold firm.

“Up you get, wench.”

I move backwards down along her legs until I’m straddling her calves to bend forward and kiss the entire length of her spine, right the way down to the cleft of her perfect ass.

She arches her back with a slight groan, and I’m altogether too tempted.

“You love my dick in your ass, don’t you, Hellcat?”

“Mmm.”

Her sleepy affirmation makes me smile broadly as I rise to stand and swat her bare bottom twice, once on each cheek, as she jerks upright, eyes fiery as she tugs the sheet around her naked chest.

“Hey! No fair! I’m horny now.”

I arch a brow, moving in the direction of the bathroom while I smile even wider, knowing I’ve got her now. “Well, Hellcat. If you’re really quick, I’ll eat you in the shower, but make no mistake, we are out of here in thirty minutes.”

She blinks once slowly and stands to her full diminutive height to pop a brow in challenge. “If I’m coming on your mouth, then you best believe you’re coming in mine.”

My cock jerks, drawing her gaze, and she runs her tongue over her top lip before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, teasing me with her nibbles.

“And, you know, that could take longer than thirty minutes…”

She sidles closer, letting the sheet drop as she gets within hand’s reach, and I instantly know by the slight stubborn set of her jaw that I’m getting played like a fiddle.

“Or you could save us both the time and effort and come in my ass…while I finger my pussy.”

Game, set, and match, folks.

My words are a growl as I stalk closer, picking her up with one arm to toss her roughly onto the rumpled bed.

“As you wish then, Hellcat.”

* * *

Despite setting out for Verona fifteen minutes later than scheduled, we made great time and arrived at La Casa di Giulietta within the hour.

Held within the pages of my mother’s diaries, we discovered that she’d long wanted to visit the famous balcony from the pages of her favourite story, Romeo and Juliet, and as we were nearby, we’d organised a private tour.

“I’m so excited.”