Page 44 of Bene

Now was not the time.

“Bene?”

He hadn’t realized it until she spoke, but he had come to stand right next to her beside the fountain. Entirely lost in his thoughts and the memories he shared with Beni, his entire demeanor and mood shifted just like that.

Except all it took was her calling his name. A pretty smile curving her sexy lips, and a glimmer in her eye that said they were about to have some fun together.

Just that.

And his mood was gone.

“Hmm?” he asked.

Vanna flicked her hand in the water, making droplets fly up and splatter across his chest and face. Her laughter echoed all around them again as she turned and darted away from the fountain. She’d said earlier that he shouldn’t make a woman run in heels, but fuck … she was damn good at doing it. He supposed his distraction at watching the way her hips swayed gave her a decent head start to run from him.

Worth it.

He found himself saying that a lot about this woman. And he didn’t even know anything about her. He had to wonder if that was part of the draw—that she didn’t know fuck all about him, and he knew less than zero about her life, too. It made this thing, whatever they were doing together, easier than if both their baggage needed handling, too.

Instead, they could just have fun.

Enjoy all of this.

There was no need to get deep.

Right?

“You can have me wherever,” he heard her say as she headed for the left staircase, “but only if you can catch me.”

Well …

Bene did like a challenge.

He managed to finally catch Vanna on the third floor of the mansion, crowding her against the decorative table while he kissed the air right out of her lungs. She didn’t seem to care a bit that she had lost their little game, not when her hands slipped into his pants, and under the line of his boxer-briefs to find his hardening cock.

All it took was tight stokes …

Her fingertips gliding over the head of his dick …

And then her getting to her knees.

She took his pants down with her, the head of his cock finding its way between those pink lips of hers to find the heat of her mouth, and fuck. He couldn’t breathe, but he could see. It was a hell of a sight, too, with her on her knees, surrounded by so much fucking wealth, and sucking his dick like it was the only thing in the world she wanted to do. His fingers tangled into her hair, holding tight while moans of her name fell from his lax mouth.

Yeah.

Perfect.

“Have you picked a room to sleep in, yet?”

Vanna didn’t turn around from the painting of his mother and father that she was currently admiring just outside the hallway on the second floor. “The one at the end here, I think.”

“Good choice. The principessa room.”

She did turn to peek over her shoulder at him, then. “The princess room?”

“You speak Italian?”

He didn’t miss the way her throat jumped at that question, but her gaze remained calm and unbothered as she shrugged. “It’s not hard to guess what principessa means, is it?”