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She stops us in our tracks and brings her body in front of mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and softly kisses my lips. “Thanks for today. It was one of the best days of my life.”
I place my hands on her waist and pull her close, giving her another kiss. I mumble into her mouth, “The day isn’t over yet. I promise it’s going to get better for you.”
Our tongues touch, and the kiss escalates. It’s a bit much while in public, and potentially way too much for our current location, but I find that I simply don’t care. I love that she doesn’t either. But when I catch a few flashes going off, I break the kiss. I don’t want her to regret it later.
We make our way inside and to our table, where everyone stands at our arrival. I hug my friend. “Sergio, it’s so good to see you.”
He slaps my back. “You as well. Is everything good at the house?”
“Yes, thank you. Let me introduce you to Amanda Tremaine.”
He smiles. “Tremaine? You brought a French girl to my house? Tsk tsk.”
I let out a laugh. “She’s one hundred percent American, I assure you.” I wink at Amanda. “As American as warm cherry pie.”
He holds out his hand and Amanda takes it, looking like a deer in headlights. Sergio soothes her nerves as he kisses her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Tremaine.”
“Thank you for letting us stay in your…”
“House,” Sergio finishes.
Amanda lets out a laugh. “Yes, thanks for letting us stay in your little ole house.”
Sergio laughs. “I like her.”
I grab her hand. “So do I.”
I introduce Amanda to Sergio’s wife and the other people at the table whom I assume she doesn’t realize are among the highest-ranking Italian politicians.
She does a great job at making small talk, better than I had assumed. I think they’re all as enamored with her genuineness as I am.
We’re sitting as they begin serving dinner. I’m speaking with Sergio on my right. Amanda is to my left speaking with the woman on the other side of her. Under the table, I run my hand up and down the inside of her thigh.
I spend the entire meal teasing her. I run through her a few times, but I mostly just work around where she’s now dripping for me.
She spreads her legs a bit in encouragement,constantly shuffling her hips toward my roaming fingers.
As dessert arrives, I slowly slide two fingers into her. I hear her suck in a breath when I do, but she doesn’t stop me.
Sergio asks her, “Did you enjoy your time in Savello Park today?”
Amanda bites her lip and tries to play it cool, as if my fingers aren’t pushing deep inside her body. “It was wonderful. I assume I have you to thank for the hours of privacy?”
“When I heard that a talented artist wanted to paint there, I couldn’t resist.”
She closes her eyes briefly. “I hope I did the beauty justice.”
“No doubt you did.”
I look around. Everyone is eating and chatting. Amanda is gripping the sides of her chair, about to come.
I pull my fingers out and she whimpers. I run them through the cannoli placed in front of us. Without breaking eye contact with her, I slide them into my mouth and suck both her cream and the cannoli cream off them.
“This dessert is delicious.”
Everyone at the table nods in agreement.
Amanda breathes, “Beckett, I need you.”
