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It ends with me on top of him, panting as his own chest rises and falls. There's a dark, insatiable hunger in his beautiful eyes as he reaches up to brush sand off my cheek. I drop my face to kiss him, and soon, his arms are twined tight around me as he groans softly into my mouth. I can feel how hard he is through his pants.
Then he breaks away with a quiet, dark chuckle. "Sex on the beach? Didn't think you'd go for such a cliché,Bellissima, but I'm more than game."
I smile. I like seeing him so turned on and breathless, this troublemaking temptation of mine. "Actually, I've tried it before. I wasn't a fan of getting sand up my ass. Maybe we should just get another hotel room. It would be fitting—as you said, this is a sordid, scandalous affair."
Roberto laughs, and then I squeak a little when he rights himself but keeps me cradled in his arms. He gets to his feet and carries me across the beach in the direction of the chartered car I can still see waiting for us in the parking lot of the private stretch of oceanside property.
"I like the sound of that," he chuckles.
"What? A hotel?"
"Being sordid with you. Fuck, I like anything with you, Giulia."
I bite back another smile because I've been doing too much of that this evening. If I'm not careful, he'll know he's en route to possibly becoming the center of my universe, and I can't let that happen. This guy already has one hell of an ego.
But even if I act like I'm mad that he's here, and even if I don’t show it every time, he sends a thrill through me. I already know that Roberto Giovanni, the winking mafioso, is so fucking devious because the biggest thing in danger when he's around is my heart.
Chapter 16
Roberto
Theroomisquietand comfortably warm. I hold my breath for a moment to hear Giulia’s soft, quiet breathing in the space beside me before opening my eyes and smiling.
Her dark hair Is splayed out on the pillow around her peaceful face, her lips naturally pouting in her sleep and tempting me with their soft pink hue. She’s facing me, her side rising and falling slowly while I stare at her gentle curves that the sheets barely conceal. I can glimpse a few love bites I left down her throat, though they’re faint. I like that I left some marks on her—and I know there are scratch marks down my back from her that I’d love to keep there permanently.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful. What a woman to wake up next to.
In fact, I want to wake up like this every morning.
I settle on my hand, braced up on one elbow to consider that as I bask in this perfectly peaceful moment. Giulia Russo is anything but predictable, and her proposal for a secret relationship yesterday thrilled me more than I could have expected. I’m falling fucking hard for her in a way I’ve never fallen before. It’s the kind of fall that will break bones if I’m not careful, but I don’t care.
I want more of this—moments of peace, quiet, and, most importantly,her.
She sighs softly in her sleep and rolls a little, and finally, the luxurious sheets slip down, and I groan. Her breasts are so soft and perfect, on display for me. How could I resist?
Gently, I capture one of her nipples in my mouth and roll my tongue over it, delighted when she inhales a little, and then her fingers wind through my hair to keep me there. She moans softly when I turn my attention to her other nipple, but when I bite it playfully, she giggles groggily and tries to push me away.
“Morning,Bellissima,” I whisper before kissing down her stomach toward where I want to be.
“Buongiorno, mio simpatico piantagrane,” she sighs, a smile in her voice.
Good morning, my cute troublemaker.
I grin at the nickname she’s picked for me and lick her sweet little pussy, earning myself a small roll of her hips. I pin them down firmly but gently to take my time. She took away my languid good morning sex last time when she snuck out on me, but that won’t happen on my fucking watch again.
“I see you’re extra Italian in the morning,” I tease before going down on her in earnest, licking and tasting and relishing the soft gasps she’s making as she jolts a little under my administration. Her wetness is slick between her thighs.
“Mmm,” she gasps again and laughs.“E vedo che sei molto affamato al mattino.”
And I see that you are very hungry in the morning.
Before I can respond, her fingers twine tightly in my hair to draw me back up her body until she can kiss the taste of herself off my lips. I moan as she arches against me, her small fingers brushing down my shoulders and chest. She pauses there and then pulls back from the kiss, green eyes lingering on the bullet scar on my chest.
“Tell me what happened here,” she says, tracing it with her index finger.
“It’s called getting shot.”
But I don’t want to discuss that now. I want to fuck her long, deep, and hard because she told me yesterday that she’ll have to return to work by at least lunch for some important Russo deal. Since I can’t be next to her, I want her to feel the ghost of every inch of me while she’s walking around. Because I’m just that damn obsessed with getting her attention, and I’m not even ashamed to admit it.
