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BELL
The hotel was at the quiet end of the city, our suite facing the city. I wore one of Dario’s shirts, the scent of him surrounding me, and stood on the balcony. From this spot, I could see the Majestic, see the tiny dark roof of The House. I heard the faint sound of a coyote, its cry joined by another, then a chorus of soft howls. I felt the tickle of cold air and turned my head, seeing Dario step out, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“Pretty view,” I commented.
“It’s not what I’m looking at.”
I turned in his arms, facing him. Looking into his face, I gently traced over his features. “You look stressed.”
“I’m not. Not anymore.” He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, taking his time with it. When he pulled away, I could tell that he had something on his mind. “I hired a CEO today.”
“Really?” I reached up and worked at the knot of his tie, loosening it. “What does that mean?”
“It means that I am, officially, stepping away from work.”
My fingers stilled. “Is that what you want?”
“I want to spend my time with you. This summer, before you go back to school, or work, or whatever you choose to do…” He leaned forward and stole another kiss. “I want to be here. With you. I don’t want to waste two months looking at fucking revenue reports and a casino floor.”
I smiled at the thought. “What will we do all summer?”
“I was thinking about that,” he said soberly, his brow pinching in mock concentration. “We have a jet. A ridiculously fat bank account. Strict orders from your doctors to have as much sex as humanly possible.”
I laughed and tugged at his tie, getting it loose. “That’s not what I remember them saying.”
His mouth twitched and he ran his hands up my side, gathering me closer to him. “I thought we’d find a place to live, somewhere without an elevator and parking garage.”
“That sounds good…” I mused, undoing the top button of his dress shirt.
“And get you on a beach. Somewhere with turquoise water and a frozen drink. Poolside massages and private butlers.”
I leaned forward and nipped his neck. “And Alaska,” I reminded him.
“God yes. Are you kidding? Whales everywhere.”
I giggled. “That sounds good to me. But no travel right away.” I tugged on his shirt. “This … time with you… that’s all I want.”
He kissed me softly, then deeper, and the air changed. I dug my fingers in his hair, fought his kiss with my mouth, and didn’t hesitate when he pulled away from me and spoke.
“Turn around and spread your feet apart.”
I felt his shoe nudge my inner calf and I acquiesced, letting out a soft exhale when he undid my shirt, skimming the stiff fabric over my shoulders and dropping it to the floor.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful. Stay just like that.”
He crouched behind me, running his hands up my inner thighs, one gripping my left ass cheek, the other gently running in between my legs, his fingers playing over and teasing the sensitive flesh there. I sighed out a protest, even as my legs widened, my hands tightening on the railing. Bare against the night breeze, my nipples stood at attention, and when he pushed a finger inside, I groaned.
“How gentle do I need to be with you?” He bit the back of my leg and I ignored it, his finger starting to pulse in and out of me, his knuckles brushing against my clit with every consistent swipe.
I pushed my ass out, resting my breasts against the railing. “Not gentle.”
He didn’t change anything, letting me adapt to the touch, his finger continuing to piston in and out of me, the pleasure building. I moved minutely, brushing the hard pebbles of my nipples along the railing, the cool metal a delicious contrast against the evening heat.
“Take your time. Enjoy it.”
I didn’t want to take my time. It was coming, my pussy clenching around his finger, my clit growing heavy and needy, crying out with each brush of contact. I rocked my torso more aggressively, closing my eyes and imagining the railing as a mouth, one on each breast, tongues flicking across the pink tips. He bit me again, and I broke.
The orgasm cascaded, tremors rocking me, my bud of arousal pulsing with the waves of pleasure. I gasped my way through it, clinging to the railing for support, my legs growing weak, his fingers never slowing, not until every sensation had passed and I reached back, pushing him away.
He stood, and I turned, stumbling toward him, the tent visible in his pants. Bending slightly, he gripped my ass and lifted me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist, and he carried me inside, carefully setting me on the middle of the bed.
Then, he wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t rough. He was perfect.
