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Again .”
His voice was firm, inflexible. His fingers teased her clit, rubbing in a circular motion that made her bite her lip involuntarily. Tasting blood in her mouth, she arched backwards, trying to bring herself even closer.
Gio moved forward until his chest was flush with her back, his head against hers so he could kiss her hair. The hand that had been at her breast moved up over her mouth and she realized she’d been crying out, begging him to stop or not stop. She didn’t know which.
Having her mouth covered, her soft and curvy body held tight against Gio’s muscular chest, was more exciting than she could have ever imagined. A few more strokes of his deft finger and she was flying over the edge, the second orgasm stronger than the first because it was so unexpected.
Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head, and she shook violently in his arms. The ferocity of her climax triggered his. His thick staff swelled and spasmed, flooding her with hot seed.
Against her back, Gio trembled and swore in Italian, something unintelligible and harsh. One arm wrapped around her forehead—a shield from the wall as he collapsed, pushing her against the rough concrete.
His lungs worked like a bellows in the silence that followed.
They stood there for an eternity, trying to find the strength to stand and part their bodies. She was still resting her forehead against his arms when bits of awareness started to trickle back. A distant part of her brain was processing and cataloging each sensation; the warmth of the male body behind her and how sensitive her palms were from being abraded by the concrete.
He slipped out of her and, still slightly numb, she staggered upright. A cooling trickle ran down her leg. The realization they hadn’t used protection hit her when another seemed to occur to him. He turned her around, his face shocked and pale.
“ We had sex in an alley .”
His voice sounded strangely hollow, almost stunned.
Dumbly, she opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He stood there staring at her so she nodded. It seemed to snap him out of his stupor. He took off the jacket of his suit and draped it over her shoulders.
Looking up at him, she caught sight of some movement in a window over his head and flinched. Someone in the second story of the building was watching them from behind a thin curtain.
She put both hands over her mouth, mortified. Gio glanced behind him. He must have seen the same shadow because put his arm around her to hustle her away. At the mouth of the alley, he stopped and whipped out a smartphone, a newer and more advanced model of the same phone she had. He hit the speed dial and spoke to someone in rapid Italian.
Absently fingering the soft lightweight wool of the suit jacket, Sophia was still in a daze when a shiny black town car pulled in front of them. Gio opened the door and helped her inside, speaking to the driver.
“Do they have Uber in Italy?” she asked drowsily, noting the fineness of the car’s leather interior.
The driver was probably using his personal car to make money like they did in the States.
“Um, there are services like it,” he answered evasively.
“Are you taking me back to the hotel?” she murmured, leaning on his shoulder.
“You’re taking me back to your hotel,” he corrected, putting a finger under her chin so she would meet his eyes.
He smiled at her. “The story of our first time as lovers does not end in an alley. It starts there.”
Chapter 7
An unfamiliar warmth at his side woke Gio up. Bemused, he lifted his lids slowly. The sight that met his eyes sent a charge of adrenaline through him, waking him more effectively than ten shots of espresso.
Sophia was lying next to him, her glorious caramel curves barely covered by a rumpled white cotton sheet. One arm was thrown on the bed over her head, her fingers curled against the mattress. The heavy lashes of her eyes rested on her flushed cheeks.
With her hair mussed and that color in
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