AllFreeNovel
Share Us
* * *
We’re swaying, completely out of rhythm while the music echoes around a small patio. Mila talked me into visiting the town again, and I can’t say it’s all that bad. Just like the first time here with her, it doesn’t matter what we do. As long as we’re doing it together.
“I don’t want to go home tomorrow,” Mila murmurs into my ear.
“We can stay longer.” I yank her closer.
She chuckles. “Who are you, and what have you done with Gio? We can’t stay longer. We both have work.”
“I’m rich enough.” I shrug, and she laughs again. I’m only half joking. It’s not realistic to stay in our little bubble here, but we could stay longer.
“I have London’s gala and seven other events this fall.” She cups my cheek. “Besides, I’d like this place to be special, and if we stayed here it would become common.”
I kiss her senseless, because I love her and because she is perfect. My cock strains against the zipper of my slacks. “Okay, woman, let’s go.”
“One more dance.” She raises her hands above her head, shimmying. It doesn’t improve the situation in my pants.
“No, we’re leaving,” I growl.
“Jesus, you know how to kill the mood.” She rolls her eyes but follows me.
I’m like a horny teenager, suddenly unable to wait a minute longer, so I drag her up the street to the villa.
“Slow down, my feet hurt,” Mila whines.
I scoop her up and, ignoring her squeals, throw her over my shoulder. She complains half-heartedly, but I don’t stop until we get to the house. I march through the living room and drop her in the pool.
Spluttering, she laughs and protests. I shed my T-shirt and shorts and join her, sending ripples of water over the edges.
I pull her to me, and Mila wraps her legs around my hips, kissing me. “Something feels very familiar about this situation.”
“Hm.” I rip off the front of her dress and sink my teeth into the lace of her bra, tasting the salty water and her nipple.
Mila moans and grinds her hips against me. I walk backward to the edge of the pool, find purchase with my back, destroy her panties and finally fill her. We both moan, pleasure and need mixing.
Our eyes meet and we still for a few beats, just soaking each other in. Mila rocks her hips, and we make love in the pool where our story kind of started.
Two or three orgasms later, she is cuddled in my arms on the lounge bed. “Do you want something to drink?”
She sighs. “Yes, but I don’t want us to move.”
I kiss her temple. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
We’ve shared many special moments here, but none of them have seemed perfect enough. And since we’re leaving tomorrow, I can’t wait anymore.
I get a bottle of champagne and the velvet box then rejoin Mila.
“I’m cold when you’re not here,” she murmurs.
I prepare two glasses, sit behind her and lean back, wrapping her in my arms. She puts her glass to her mouth and then stiffens. Is that good tension or bad? Why am I nervous?
Well, asshole, you’ve never closed a bigger deal than this one.
She turns, her indigo eyes darting between the glass and me. She gulps down the champagne and carefully removes the ring from the flute.
Fuck. My heart hammers against my chest, looking for an escape. Time stretches painfully, and Mila’s face is too serious.
“Many times since California, I thought you were pushing me for your own good. All the while, you were trying to help me grow into a better version of myself. I know that now, Princess. I have nothing to offer, but I swear I’ll try to push you to grow into a better version of yourself, support you, love you, listen to you, catch you when you fall. I’ll stand by you when you make mistakes and, fuck, I’ll sit on the grass for the rest of my days if that makes you happy. Because you, Mila Ward, are a fucking queen.”
