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"Giulia? What—"
"You told me I could kiss all your scars better," I tell him. "I'm cashing in on that. Lay down."
"One command at a time, cutie," he laughs. My eyes finally drop, and—goodGod, that's big. And very, very hard. I feel my insides clench with need. "You told me to stop talking and fuck you. Make up your mind."
"Don’t tell me what to do," I remind him breathily as he pushes me back against the bed.
His lips travel slowly down my stomach. Then I gasp and tangle my fingers in his hair when his tongue slides unhurriedly, teasingly through my wetness. He sucks on my clit hard a second later, and I give a strangled gasp, arching my hips towards him and shutting my eyes tight.
It's been forever since I last did anything like this—and never with anyone like Roberto. Never with someone who ate me out like I was a treat and moaned my name. His fingers knead my ass cheeks as he explores me, and before I know what's happening, he teases my clit again, and I cry out as an orgasm crashes through me.
Before I can catch my breath, Roberto slides over me, whispering how beautiful I am in Italian as he positions himself at my entrance and pushes in. He moans along with me as he gradually buries himself deep, and then I clutch at his sinuous, deliciously muscled back as he fucks me—slowly at first, kissing a blazing trail up my throat and over my ear.
He blows against it as he picks up the pace into something desperate and savage, and soon, I'm gasping and keening uncontrollably all over again as I come undone around him. Roberto follows shortly after with a husky moan, but instead of collapsing beside me and promptly going to sleep as I expect he will, his lips find mine again in a decadent kiss so sweet it nearly hurts.
"You're fucking addicting,Bellassima.And God, I loved every second of that."
I laugh shakily, feeling unbelievably good for the first time in…a very long time. “Me too,simpatico piantagrane.”
Cute troublemaker.I've decided it's more fitting than Devil Smirk, for now. If he keeps being unproblematic and making me feel irresistible, I suppose.
Roberto chuckles and stays in me for a while longer, face buried in my neck as he sighs happily. It's surprisingly cute, and I absentmindedly brush my fingers along one of the scars on his back.
"You get into too many fights," I whisper.
"Sometimes, they're fun." He shrugs a little. But when he pulls back to examine my face, there's a sort of sadness in his warm gaze. "Other times…I don’t know. Have you ever felt like there's stuff you just do because it's a part of your identity, even if you don’t know why you do it anymore?"
I nod. That's me, too. I go on blind dates that bore me out of my mind, and I work my ass off even though I can't see an end or a purpose for it all—or at least, I couldn't until this new deal came around. Now, I feel like I could change many things…including myself.
"Stop getting in the fights, then," I suggest.
"Huh. Never thought of that." Roberto rolls his eyes, grinning at me as he finally moves off me. He quickly takes care of the condom before turning off the light and curling around me, his voice a comforting rumble beside my ear. "And then what if I get bored, cutie?"
"Stop calling me that, and get a hobby, Giovanni." I snuggle back into his warmth, which is more relaxing than I think I've ever felt.
He kisses my shoulder. "Keep calling me Roberto. I like my name from your lips."
"I thought you liked me swearing."
"Iloveyour swearing," he corrects, "and I really fucking like it when you say my name. I'll stop calling you cutie if you stop calling me Giovanni or Dickhead or whatever else. Deal?"
"Mm." I yawn. "I'll take it under consideration, Roberto."
He smiles against the back of my neck. "You do that, myBellissima."
Chapter 13
Roberto
Mydreamsarealmostas beautifully unreal as my night was, and I rouse slowly. I reach for Giulia to pull her close again and frown when my hand only encounters cold hotel sheets and blankets. Then I peek one eye open and scowl.
She's not in bed, and her small purse is gone from the bedside table. She left—just fucking snuck out without one more round or kiss or even a goodbye.
Damn stubborn Russo.I wanted more of last night.
My mood sours more when I check my phone to find a single text from her.
Contact meetup at 10. Don’t be late.
