Free Amore and Pinot Grigio - a Guido la Vespa Christmas Tale [Guido la Vespa] (BookStrand Publishing Mainstream) by Veronica Bell Page A

she hoped, a promise of things to come. Sigrid decided to invite him into her little room at the B&B. She had left it tidy, there was coffee for the morning, and though the bed was not a double, it was bigger than a single. It would do for what she had in mind and that way, they would have to stay close, at least physically, all night long.
    “I had no idea your B&B was so close to Termini Station,” said Sandro, stepping off the Vespone and helping Sigrid remove her helmet. “This is a good location, though a bit grubby in spots.”
    “I couldn’t afford the Intercontinental above the Spanish Steps, not for a three-month stay, at any rate.”
    “I am not criticizing. This place looks charming.”
    “Would you like to come in and see my room for a bit?” Care to see my etchings, big fella , Sigrid was thinking. I am so transparent .
    Sandro smirked. “You are not afraid I will take advantage of your tipsy state?”
    “ Spero di si . That is what I am hoping for.” Heck, why fight it?
    “Well then, show the way,” he said, while checking that the Vespone was secure.
    Inside, Sigrid was grateful there was no one in the family-run place waiting in the lobby. She didn’t want any gossip and her landlords were always pestering her—in a teasing sort of way—about finding and marrying an Italian man. She did not want to give the impression that she had achieved the former, because the latter was never going to happen, she kept reminding herself. This was just fun until her return to Canada. She and Sandro had both agreed that love was not to be trusted and not in their future.
    “This building is lovely, an old Roman home converted into apartments, I see.”
    “Yes, exactly, and you can rent them by the night or by the month at very reasonable rates. My little room has a kitchenette, bathroom, a TV, internet, and bedroom area all for 480 euros. I would say that is pretty good.”
    “Are you joking? If it is clean on top of it, you have yourself quite a find here.”
    “It is clean.”
    Sandro followed Sigrid up to the first story of the building and into the room on the right of the landing.
    “ Benvenuto ,” she said. “Welcome to my home away from home.”
    “This room is very nice!”
    “Not the luxury you’re accustomed to, I am sure.”
    “It is fine. As you say, it is clean and it has everything, including a bed.” Sandro gestured behind the screen, set up to give the appearance of a bedroom, though the place really was a studio. He lifted an eyebrow at Sigrid.
    “Can I get you something? Wine in a Tetra-pak?”
    “ Dio ! I will have to fix that. I promise to bring you a case of my family’s best white.”
    “So that’s a no? Would you like some herbal tea?” Sigrid turned to her kitchenette and began searching her small cupboard with her back to Sandro.
    “I want one thing only,” he said, putting his arms around Sigrid from behind. He nuzzled her neck and pushed his hands up under her shirt and coat. “I wish for us to get undressed and see how much weight that small bed of yours can take.”
    And that was exactly what they did, until dawn broke.
    “I want to enjoy you and for you to enjoy me,” Sandro announced, as he parted Sigrid’s legs with his hands and buried his head between her legs, using his tongue with exquisite precision and pace. Her reaction was so intense, so strong, that he wondered if her times with him were the only ones where she had enjoyed such ministrations.
    “Did this fool Doug never do that for you?”
    “No.”
    “Never?”
    “Well, I mean, he tried, but he just wasn’t…I mean he wasn’t that good at it. That sounds mean to say, but the truth can be mean.”
    “ Ma che stupido .” If this woman were my woman, thought Sandro, I’d be making her scream in delight day and night.
    Sandro put his weight on top of Sigrid, lifting her legs over his shoulders this time and thrusting with full force inside her, pumping in and out with increasing speed until