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Tingling ecstasy ran up my legs as I realized what she intended, and then I just fell apart. She kept a tight grip on my shaft as I spasmed, and she hummed a moan into me as I filled her mouth with my come, rope after rope of it. The whole time she gazed up at me longingly, and when I was spent, my knees were so weak that I almost couldn’t stand.
Molly stood up and grinned at me. She must have swallowed it already because she asked, “Did that feel good?”
“Are you kidding? I think I’ve died and gone to Roman heaven. Did the Romans believe in heaven? If so, that’s where I am.”
“They called it Elysium.” She giggled and said, “I’ve never done that before. It wasn’t as gross as I expected. And it was worth it to see you come so hard.”
She rested her hands on my chest and leaned in to me, then stopped.
“You probably don’t want to kiss me right now, do you?” she asked.
I pulled her closer and gave her a long, convincing kiss. “I’llalwayswant to kiss you, Feisty.”
“Know how many guys have gotten a blowjob inside the Roman Colosseum?” She pointed at me. “Only you.”
“I’m sure plenty of Roman emperors got frisky here two millennia ago.”
“You’re the only onethis century,” she said. “Okay, ready to leave?”
“Leave? Babe, I can barely walk right now. You sucked the life out of me.”
We giggled, then quietly retraced our steps downstairs and out to the Colosseum barrier. We waited until the police officer walked by on his patrol, then sneaked through the metal barrier. I picked it up and threaded the metal hook back into the groove so nobody would know we had been here.
We ran across the road and into the safety of the dark alley. Molly clutched my arm and sighed happily.
“I’m going to eatthreecookies when we get home,” she said. “And I don’t want you to judge me for it.”
“We’ve already established that you’re on vacation,” I said. “You can do whatever—”
We rounded the corner and stopped as a blinding light hit us in the face. I held my hand up to block the light so I could see. A police officer was standing five feet away.
Oh fuck.
“Non muoverti,” the officer said. I didn’t know what that meant, but he said it with a warning tone.
“Shit,” Molly whispered next to me, holding up her palms.
The officer barked a question that I didn’t understand, but I assumed he was asking what we were doing out.
“Medicine,” I said. I reached a hand toward my pocket. The officer struck out a hand to stop me, then gestured for me to do it slowly. I pulled the bottle of Italian cough syrup out of my pocket and held it up to the flashlight beam.
The officer grunted. “Home?” he said in halting English. “Where is?”
“The Residencia Al Gladiatore,” Molly said, punctuating it with a cough.
The police officer finally lowered the flashlight. “Bene. Come.” He waved for us to follow him.
We breathed a sigh of relief as we were escorted back to the hotel.
26
Molly
The Day We Got Caught
The cop escorted us back to the hotel in silence. When we got there, Donovan thanked him profusely and waved the bottle of cough syrup as if it were a shield. The officer nodded, then walked back the way he had come.
Donovan sighed and leaned against the front door. “Shit. That could have been bad.”
