Free Dirty Secrets by Lonaire Drummond

feel the same way about you.” He enveloped Adele in a tight hug. 
    Adele felt his semi-erect penis rub against her backside.  She wondered if sex could be listed as a cause of death. 
    Chapter 14
    Adele sensed the imminent danger of Ambrogio’s close proximity, to combat it, she side-stepped away from his touch, the move was met with yet another swift backhand to her rear. 
    “You’re becoming mighty generous with those hands of yours,” Adele said. 
    She rubbed her ass in a rough manner like a mom trying to remove a grass stain from a pair of pants.  She stopped when she saw how enraptured he was with her movements, not wanting to entice him further.  She needed to rest her throat and her vagina. 
    “Don’t act like you didn’t like it, Cara , and don’t move.  I want to clean you up,” he said. 
    Ambrogio grabbed a towel from a rack suspended on the wall.  With the wet towel in hand, he dabbed at the perspiration collecting around the rise and fall of her cheeks, lips, nose and mouth.
    Her stomach flipped when he captured her breasts in the folds of the towel.  Adele avoided his gaze, concentrating instead on the clouds in the sky.  He swirled the towel around her midsection.   
    He spread her legs just enough to inch a portion of the towel into the apex of her thighs, the traces of their union cleaned by the gentle stroke of his hand.  Adele felt Ambrogio’s finger graze her cheek before he used it to tilt her gaze in his direction. 
    “I think you’re a figment of my imagination,” Adele said. 
    “Would a figment of your imagination do this?” Ambrogio swiped the tepid cloth across her nether lips. 
    “You’re supposed to be cleaning me up, not trying to get me dirty again.” Adele reminded him. 
    The rest of her wipe-down occurred without further event.  They dressed quickly and ventured into the belly of the spa.  It was a ghost town, full of massage appointments lost.  The reservation desk stood abandoned. 
    “You paid the entire staff to leave?” 
    “So, you wanted the entire staff to hear you screaming?  I will remember for the next time,” Ambrogio said.
    “Who says there will be a next time?  You’re exaggerating.  I wasn’t loud.” 
    “The way your need rose, pebbling against your skin when I touch you indicates something different.  Don’t worry, Cara .  Your shouts were like music to my ears ,” he said as they continued their sexual banter on their way down the cobblestones stairs, amid cocoa trees and calls by exotic birds. 
    “I should check on Felicità ,” Ambrogio said.
    Adele agreed and they converged on Felicità’s door like troops storming an enemy stronghold.  When their knocks were met with silence, Ambrogio produced a key.  His heavy feet clamored against the wood floors announcing his entrance in the empty cottage.  An eruption of clothes covered the desks, the bed, and the floor.  Adele waded through the thick piles of clothes in search of a clue. 
    “Maybe she’s at the front desk again.” Adele thought back to the first time she met Felicità. 
    “Andiamo,” he said. 
    He flew past her, the gust of wind he produced with his departure further uprooted Adele’s sex hair.  They started on a collision course for the front desk.  Adele struggled to keep up with Ambrogio’s athletic strides across the hotel’s courtyard.  Upon bursting through the doors, Ambrogio and Adele saw Marissa, Felicità’s nurse, pacing by the front desk.  Ambrogio captured her mid-stride and held her firmly. 
    “ Where is my grandmother?”  
    Marissa’s tear-stained face shook with apprehension.  It was like someone took a pin and pricked Marissa.  Her normally jovial personality buzzed around in the air before landing deflated at Ambrogio’s feet.  Her chubby cheeks now appeared gout and droopy.  Her voluptuous frame sagged against the weight of Ambrogio’s wrath.  Before Marissa became entangled in the web of Ambrogio’s