I begin to slowly fuck her mouth as I lose focus.
Stop it.
I tip my head back and stare up at the ceiling. I don’t know who you’re talking to conscience, but there is no chance in hell that I’m listening.
Monday….
With my cock down her throat, she takes me in her hand and begins to slowly stroke me hard and I moan…. “That’s it,” I whisper as I see stars.
Fuck, she’s good at this.
She smiles around me and my toes curl.
“Hmm…. Just like that, baby,” I coach her. “Good girl.” I gently push her hair back from her forehead as I stare down at her. Watching her suck on my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
It always has been.
My legs widen, my body needing a deeper connection.
Monday.
We’ve already crossed the line, what does it matter now while we are away?
Nobody will ever know.
Monday…. I promise.
I will turn my back and walk away.
Forever.
Francesca
It’s ten a.m.
Bruno brought a bag of Giuliano’s clothes over for him so that he didn’t have to go back to his own place.
Do they know?
What are the guards thinking? Have they put two and two together?
I follow Giuliano down the hotel corridor, he’s wearing a white linen shirt and denim shorts, his top button is undone revealing a glimpse of his tanned chiseled chest.
I’ve got issues, major issues. Whereas yesterday I only had distant memories. Today, I have a full-blown addiction. There’s a reason Giuliano is called the king of Italy.
He fucking is.
A literal rock star in bed, experienced, hung, and hungry.
The lethal trifecta.
He knows his way around a woman’s body and boy oh boy, does he use it to his advantage. He rode me hard all night long and had me begging for more.
I’m sore, not sorry and so, so sated.
We get into the elevator, the doors close and he turns to me, his eyes sweep down my body, he does up the top button on my shirt and closes the split on my wraparound skirt. “This skirt is see-through,” he mutters.
“It’s a sarong.”
He raises an eyebrow as he inspects it. “I think you’re supposed to wear something underneath it.”
“I am, a bikini. We are going to the pool.” I raise an eyebrow back.
He fakes a smile. “Witty.”
“I think so.”
The doors open and he strides out and through the main foyer out to the poolside restaurant. As I walk behind him I see the women all turn their heads and watch him.
He has this aura around him.
Power.
I begin to feel my pulse in my ears as that green monster shows her ugly head.
Eyes off, bitches. He’s taken. Well not really…but this weekend he is.
We walk around the pool and catch sight of Anna and Carlo, they’re eating breakfast together and both look up and see us at the same time and wave.
I give a weak smile and wave. “Fuck’s sake,” Giuliano mutters under his breath.
“We have to sit with them,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“Because we’re here with them.” I widen my eyes. “Be nice.”
He exhales heavily and we make our way over to the table. “Hello.” I smile awkwardly as I slide into a seat.
Giuliano sits down and sits back in his chair as he acts casual. “Hi.” His tone is clipped. and he nods to his friend. “Carlo.”
Anna’s eyes widen as she looks between us. “You stayed here last night?”
“In the spare room,” I blurt out guiltily as I gesture to Carlo. “He was just waiting for his friend, that’s all.”
Carlo’s eyes hold mine and he subtly raises his eyebrow.
He knows.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Oh hell, please earth swallow me whole.
This is the opposite of great. This is disastrous.
Giuliano opens his menu and peruses the breakfast choices and Anna widens her eyes at me in a what’s going on gesture.
I give her a subtle shake of my head and get to reading my menu too.
“What do you want, Chesk?” Giuliano asks.
Anna points her teaspoon at me, “That is a good question. What do you want, Chesk?”
Giuliano glances up at her and she withers. “For breakfast, I mean. Jeez.”
“Umm….” I stare at the menu, too distracted to even read the words. This is a living nightmare, they all know what we’ve done. I can’t stand it; I am going straight to hell.
“Are you two finished your little one-night stand?” Giuliano says casually as he stares at his menu.
“Who said it was a one-night stand?” Carlo fires back.
Giuliano glances up as if surprised.
“I’m staying with Anna all weekend,” he announces. “You’re going to have to stay in that spare room a few more nights.”
Giuliano exhales heavily as if annoyed and I bite my lip to hide my smile, I know for a fact that he’s very happy in my spare room.
Anna smiles over at Carlo. “That’s a bit presumptuous, isn’t it?”
Carlo reaches over and squeezes her thigh, “Behave yourself, before I punish you.”
Oh….
Carlo and Anna stare at each other and I can feel the spark between them.
Go Anna.
“Do you guys still want to go shopping today?” Anna asks.
Giuliano winces and I can’t think of anything worse, I’m exhausted. I hardly slept all night.
“Sure.” Carlo shrugs.
“I’m most definitely out,” Giuliano says. “Shopping is the very last thing I want to do in Ibiza. I’m going to the beach.”
I really should go shopping with the others but screw it. “That sounds good, I’m beaching too.”
“What are we doing tonight?” Carlo asks.
“There’s a bar down at the beach, we could maybe go there?” Anna suggests.
“Sounds good.” I smile.
“Shall I book for six p.m.?” Carlo asks, he looks to Anna. “You ready to go?”
“Uh-huh,” Anna swoons as she stands and takes Carlo’s hand.
I look between them in shock, is it really that easy to get Giuliano to myself today?
“Great.” I smile. “I’ll see you both tonight.”
Giuliano stays silent and I get the feeling he would rather just stay in our room, well too bad. I’m not leaving Anna…not that she looks like she minds, she’s literally glowing. “Have fun shopping.”
“You two try not to kill each other,” Carlo says as they walk off.
Giuliano’s eyes hold mine and a trace of a smile crosses his face. “Death by cock,” he mouths.
I roll my lips to hide my smile and I whip him with the serviette. “Behave yourself.”
*
The warmth of the sun dances across my skin.
Giuliano and I are lying on our backs on towels on the beach, the sound of the waves gently lapping the shore in the background. I’m wearing a black bikini and have a black straw hat over my face. It’s so weird, I’ve always been aware of the guards around me. Today, it has a new hurdle, I’m terrified that they are going to pick up on something between Giuliano and I.
Bruno and Sav are in the café at the back of the beach, watching over us.
Spoiling my fun.
I just want to roll over and kiss him and rub the suntan oil into his back and frolic and cuddle in the water. But I can’t, we can’t.