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“This is our ride,” I say as I grab a helmet and hand it to her. “Think you can manage to ride behind me without groping me?”
Aria laughs as she pulls on the helmet. “I think I might be able to control myself.”
I roll my eyes and put on my own helmet before getting on the bike. Aria gets on behind me, her torso pressing against my back and her arms wrapped around my stomach.
“Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me?” she asks, wiggling against my back.
The gun at my back moves slightly with her wiggling and my cock hardens. Her hands drift down my torso to the front of my pants as I start the bike. I grab her hands with mine, putting them back on my stomach.
Though I can’t hear her laughter over the roar of the bike, I feel her shaking. I sigh and roll my eyes. After nodding to the pilot, I drive away from the airport.
As I weave through traffic, Aria’s hands travel along my body but they never drift lower than my waistband. She makes it nearly impossible to concentrate as we move through the city. Driving a bike with a cock as hard as steel isn’t something that I ever wanted to do.
We travel out of the city and into the countryside. Her hands are still on my body and I can see her looking around at the scenery. The lush hills are green and there are little homes on massive properties.
The distance between the houses grows larger as we drive up a hill. Her grip on my waist tightens as the road narrows. I chuckle and pat her clasped hands before turning down a long driveway.
A long and low villa rises in front of us. It overlooks the valley below. The road we are on is the only road in or out.
“What is this place?” Aria asks as I stop in front of the house and turn the bike off.
“My house,” I say as I pull off my helmet.
She gasps, yanking her helmet off before looking down at the valley below. Aria looks back at me, her eyes wide and her smile bright.
“This is amazing. I didn’t know you had a house in Italy.”
I shrug. “It’s not something I like to advertise. It’s my own personal safe house. The FBI doesn’t know about it and neither does your father.”
“So,” she says as she looks at the little garden beside the villa. “This is your secret hideout.”
“Yes.”
Aria nods and looks at the building. Even though I shouldn’t care about what she thinks, I do. I want her to like the little villa. The villa is the only thing that I’ve ever purchased for myself.
It is in a good position for a hideout too. There is no way for someone to sneak up on me without being seen from a mile away.
“Are you going to show me the inside?” she asks, walking to the front door with her helmet tucked under one arm.
I pull the keys out of my pocket and unlock the front door. The security system screeches at me. A small hole in the wall opens and a screen slides out. I hold my finger against the screen, waiting for the scan to finish before pulling my hand back.
There is a loud buzz before the locks inside audibly slide out of place. After the last lock turns, I open the door and gesture for Aria to enter.
Aria gasps when she steps inside, her eyes locking on the exposed beams and arching doorways. She runs her fingers along the stone walls as she walks through the halls, looking at each room.
I open a panel on the wall and arm the security system again before heading into the kitchen. Thanks to a local man I hired before I got on the plane, my fridge is stocked and there is more than enough food to last a couple of weeks.
“I don’t know if I ever want to leave this place,” Aria says as she walks into the kitchen. “Your house is amazing.”
“It is something.” Her praise does something to me it shouldn’t, so I push it back.
“Are you sure that it’s safe to stay in Italy?”
I nod and sit down at the table. “Your father isn’t going to look for us here. Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll make us something to eat.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she puts her helmet on the console table that runs behind the couch, separating the living room from the kitchen.
“You keep saying things like that, Copper, and you’ll make an honest woman out of me.”
