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“Hi, Edoardo,” I say, giving him my best, most charming smile. “I’m Megan, and I’ve been enjoying the show from my booth for the last few minutes.”
“You know,” he says as he examines the details of my face. “You look a lot like someone that I used to know.”
“Well, you look like someone I’d certainly like to know,” I answer.
Edoardo looks at me, his eyes trailing the length of my body. Then he reaches out his hand and invites me to the dance floor. Within a matter of seconds, our bodies are touching. It isn’t long before his lips touch mine, and my heart threatens to stop beating for a moment.
We spent most of the trip home in each other’s arms, anticipating the moment when we’d finally make it through the front door. I couldn’t tell you where he lives even if I tried. When he pushes my body through his front door, it isn’t long before my dress is tossed aside.
My hands trail the outlines of his muscular body as he leads me to the bedroom. His tongue dances around mine as he unclips my bra in one smooth movement as my hands work at the buckle of his belt. He isn’t wasting any time, but neither am I.
By the time my head hits the pillows on his bed, I am completely naked, and so is he. The room is lit only by the soft light of the city through the windows. I can’t help glancing at the view.
TheentireChicago skyline is visible from his bed, but I don’t let it distract me for long. How could I when this incredibly sexy man is kissing the nape of my neck? His hand feels its way around my hips and stomach until he cups my breast.
When he lowers his lips to kiss my nipples, I instinctively tug on his salt-and-pepper colored hair. The room is spinning, but every time I look at him, I feel completely grounded. With a small push of his hands, my legs part, allowing him to position himself right over me.
He kisses me deeply and I let my lungs fill with his scent. He smells like pine needles and leather. My body is already anticipating him, eager to feel him take control of me. And when he grinds the length of his cock between my folds, teasing me, he sighs with pleasure. It’s enough to take my breath away.
Without any second thoughts, I tilt my hips to accommodate him just as he pulls his lips from mine. In the soft glow of the city, his green eyes meet mine and he watches me. I gasp as I feel him slowly, finally slip inside me. My grip tightens in his hair.
He starts off slow, thrusting as deep as he can as he kisses me again. With each thrust, a wave of pleasure washes over me, making it impossible to think straight. And then as he starts to increase his pace, I fear I might lose my breath completely.
My hand trails the muscles on his back and for a moment I think I feel some scarring. The idea that I’m with a stranger, that could potentially be a dangerous man, only turns me on even more and a quiet moan escapes me.
He tightens his grip on me when he hears the moan, and begins to thrust harder into me. His lips caress my neck. He has no idea how much he is driving me wild. When he feels my fingers fall from his hair to grasp at the sheets, he moves my hand, wrapping his fingers in mine.
He drives himself harder and harder into me and each moan I release is louder. My hand tightens in his, and he knows he needs to keep going. My toes begin to curl and I anticipate the familiar pressure that builds in my abdomen.
And still, he doesn’t relent. He keeps his pace, knowing it’s driving me wild. Even when my back begins to arch, and my fingers dig into his skin, he keeps going. The pleasure is borderline unbearable, and I now struggle to make any sound at all.
Then I feel his breath on my neck.
“Come for me,” he whispers.
It isn’t a request, but a demand. And I am happy to oblige. My body tightens completely as my mouth opens in a silent scream. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Even still, he keeps thrusting harder and harder.
I don’t know how much more I can take, and my body begins to quiver. And then I feel his body tighten too. I feel the warmth of it as he comes inside me, releasing a few more thrusts as my muscles relax.
The bright sun through the window is what wakes me. The space around me is large and decorated only with the best and most expensive furniture. It would appear that my date is a bit of a minimalist. I’ve never set foot in an apartment like this before.
The penthouse, with sleek, modern finishes, sprawls out around me. Every window has a different view of the city. The smell of coffee lures me out of bed. I follow the scent, locating my clothes along the way.
“Good morning,” his deep voice greets me from the kitchen.
I feel a little embarrassed. It is an odd sensation to wake up in a strange home, with a man who doesn’t even know your real name. But when he smiles, I am automatically at ease.
“Good morning,” I say, gratefully accepting the cup of coffee in his hand.
“I don’t know about you,” he says, kissing me on the forehead. “But after last night, I am starving. What about some breakfast?”
I hadn’t anticipated that he would still want to see me. Most men I’ve slept with have only been interested in sex. Normally, at this point, I leave and we never see each other again. I suppose older men have better manners.
His kindness toward me, and eagerness to spend time with me causes a pang of guilt within me. Some of the very first words I had spoken to him were a lie. If we go to breakfast, I run the risk of getting to know him and wanting to spend more time with him.
I need to come clean.
“Hey, Edoardo, um … There’s probably something I should tell you,” I say, placing the cup down neatly on the black marble countertop.
