Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Boundaries can be redrawn when crossing them is important. Venice wasn’t part of Italy until 1866, and before that Italy was cut up like a margherita and divided between France and Spain and Austria.”
“Thanks for the history lesson.”
She shrugged. “I’m just saying, boundaries aren’t fixed. If it’s important, they can shift.” She took another sip of her drink and then stared right at me. “You and me? It feels important.”
My heart spun in my chest. It felt important to me too.
“Maybe it’s just great sex,” she continued. “I don’t think so. It feels like more. I’m not saying I want you to be the father of my fifteen Italian babies or anything. It’s just . . . I think I get you. And I think maybe you get me too. Like you’re the yang to my yin, if ‘yang’ means moody, uncommunicative, and irritating.” She grinned at me.
I wasn’t sure someone worried about their job security would call their boss moody, uncommunicative, and irritating. I couldn’t fault any of her arguments.
“I don’t want to shut down something so . . . interesting.” She emphasized the last word like the men she usually met were boring. I could imagine Sofia running rings around most people. “I want to see where it goes.” Her tone shifted, suddenly bordering on shy.
I’d never broken my rules or moved my boundaries for anyone. The fact that I’d kept going back to Noble Rot had meant something. I’d gone back for her. I hadn’t been able to keep away. And now she’d dissected all my objections.
I pulled out my wallet and left enough cash to cover our drinks and a generous tip. “Let’s get out of here.”
I took her hand and we rode up the lift in silence. As we entered the suite, I pulled off my jacket. “Take off your clothes and go stand facing the window.”
We both needed to blow off some steam. Whatever else was between us, sex with Sofia was unlike any I’d experienced before. I’d spent too long trying to pinpoint why and come up empty. Maybe this time, I’d be able to figure it out.
“Can people see?” she asked, as she pulled her dress up and off, leaving her in just her underwear. Confident as ever, she unsnapped her bra and then bent to take off her knickers.
Completely naked, she wandered across the living room to the floor-to-ceiling windows that spanned the entire suite. I undressed while I watched her as she hovered a meter or so from the glass.
“There are buildings right there,” she said. “Can they see in here?”
She turned as I strode toward her.
I dropped some condoms on the console table she was leaning on and led her over to the window facing a building covered in mirrored glass.
“Maybe,” I replied, placing her palms on the glass and moving behind her. “Maybe they can see your beautiful body.” I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and pulled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. “Maybe they can see me doing this to you. Touching you, bringing your nipples to a peak, squeezing harder and harder until your breaths come a little sharper, a little more desperate.” I let go and she whimpered—maybe in relief or perhaps it was because she wanted more.
I wanted more too.
“You think they see you splayed out like this?” I bent and positioned her legs apart. “Your pussy wet, even though I’ve barely touched you. You think they can see how ready you are?”
Her head fell back and she groaned as I trailed my fingers up her legs and across her stomach. She was spread and eager for me.
“You get to come quickly tonight. You need your rest before tomorrow.”
I tore open a condom wrapper and rolled it on my cock. Without ceremony or warning, I slammed into her.
“Jesus,” she cried out.
Her fingers curled into fists against the glass and I watched the reflection of her pendulous breasts jutting towards our reflections every time I thrust into her.
“You’re so good at fucking me.”
She didn’t need to tell me how good it was for her. The way she tightened around my cock, requiring me to brace myself on her shoulder as I fucked her, told me this felt just as fucking fantastic for her as it did for me.
“You think everyone’s gathered around their windows, watching you get fucked?” I growled into her ear. “Do you think they know how good my cock feels?”
“They couldn’t understand,” she huffed out in desperate breaths. “Nothing has ever felt so good.”
She was right. There was nothing better than what we shared, and there never would be. She knew it. I knew it. It was just the cold, hard truth.
“Do you like being watched, Sofia? Do you like to show off this beautiful body and how it reacts when it’s treated just right?”