“Why not?’
“Because it shows your every curve.”
“And?”
“And I want to be the only one seeing those.” He steps forward and takes me into his arms again. “Your body is for my eyes only.”
“Is that so?” I smile up at him.
“That’s so.”
I love that my body is for his eyes only…this is going very well indeed. “You know, you can’t tell me what to do,” I tease.
He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Would you like to place a bet on that?” He pumps me with his hips.
I giggle. “I would, actually. I’m in the betting mood. Isn’t that what they do in Monte Carlo?” I bat my lashes.
He chuckles and turns me away from him, and he playfully slaps my behind. “Get your things. We need to go.”
“Stop rushing me. I want to stay here and be naked and playful.”
“Well, I want to get there so you can be naked and under me.”
Our eyes lock, and he gives me the best come fuck me look of all time.
“Okay then. That’s definitely more of an incentive.” I begin to rush to get my things together.
“Like I thought.”
I pass him my travel suitcase, and then I grab my makeup purse and tuck it in my handbag. I do a quick last check. “Okay, let’s go.”
He smiles, then leans in and takes my face into his hands to kiss me slowly. “It’s good to see you, Olivia Reynolds,” he whispers.
I run my fingers through his dark stubble and stare into his big brown eyes. He’s so hard and masculine, yet soft to my touch. Just like his personality. He can act hard with me all he wants, but I know the real him. I want to blurt out that I missed him…. stop it.
Don’t be a pushover, play it cool I remind myself.
Calm, calm…keep fucking calm, I pull out of his arms. “Let’s go, Mr. Ferrara.”
* * *
We walk down the dock in Monte Carlo, and my heart is in my throat. Gorgeous boats are lined up, one after the other. I don’t know much about boats, but I do know this is some serious boat porn.
This afternoon has been quite daunting, I met Rico’s four closest staff: Lorenzo, Maso, Marley, and George. They seemed nice, although Lorenzo stands out as my favorite. His smile was warm and welcoming.
We caught our flight here in a private jet. We drank champagne, talked, and I have to admit that I’m having a hard time not openly staring at Enrico Ferrara. He seems to be getting more and more handsome by the hour… or perhaps that’s just my lady parts swooning at his masculine ways.
“This way.” Enrico leads me down the boardwalk. Unable to help it, I link my arm through his. A smile crosses his face.
We walk up a private jetty. I frown and stop on the spot.
“That’s your boat?” I ask him.
“Yes.” He continues toward it. “Come, Olivia.”
It’s huge, white, and I count the floors by the rows of windows. One, two, three, four… five. It’s a five-fucking story boat.
Are you serious?
There are five staff waiting at the boarding gate to welcome us aboard, and Rico shakes their hand as he boards.
“Please meet Olivia,” he tells them. “Dote on her this weekend.”
The captain smiles and nods. “Yes, sir.” He turns and shakes my hand. I feel like the queen or something and slipping into the sea with embarrassment. I go along the line and shake everyone’s hand as Rico leads me onto the boat… yacht… whatever the hell this thing is.
He turns back to them. “We would like privacy all weekend.”
The captain nods. “Yes, sir, of course.”
The deck is made of beautiful, light timber, and huge deckchairs face out to the ocean. The entire level is glass, and when we get to the doors, I stop still again.
What the fuck?
There’s a grand living area filled with big luxurious couches and a mini grand piano. The carpet is a gorgeous coffee color, and chandeliers hang wherever possible. I look over to the stairs golden balustrade, and I see a glass elevator sitting to the right of it.
An elevator? On a boat?
Are you freaking kidding me?
“Come, Olivia,” Rico says casually, holding his hand out for me. “We will put our bags in our room.” He begins to walk up the stairs.
“There’s a bedroom?” I whisper as I stop on the bottom step.
I look out of the huge glass windows to see the twinkling city lights dancing on the water.
Rico smiles down at me. “There are eight.”
“Eight bedrooms?” I squeak. “Are you kidding me?”
He chuckles and comes back down the stairs to grab my hand.
“This way.”
He leads me up two sets of stairs before he opens up a huge set of black doors. My mouth falls open. It’s the master bedroom suite. There’s a huge king bed in the center, and the room is made entirely of glass on all sides with the most breathtaking views over Monte Carlo. I look out onto the deck below to see a full-sized swimming pool there with a bar and lounge chairs.…what the actual fuck?
“A pool?” I gasp.
Rico laughs. “A pool.”
I walk into the bathroom to find a huge sunken spa bath in the center, the walls and floors are all white marble.
“Holy shit. This is unbelievable. Who knew that boats looked like this?” My eyes find his.
He walks over, closes the bedroom door, and then flicks the lock. “Alone at last.” Like a predator, he steps toward me, and my stomach dances with nerves.
“I like your boat,” I breathe.
“I like you.” He bends to lick the length of my neck, and he bites my ear. Goosebumps scatter up my arms. “Now you can have a shower.” He takes off his suit jacket and throws it onto the chair.
I close my eyes. The heat from his tongue steals my ability to think. He leads me into the bathroom and turns the shower on. Steam begins to fill the room, and in one swift movement, he lifts my dress over my head.
I stand before him in white lace underwear. His hungry eyes drop down my body. “I’ve waited all week to have you.” He unclips my bra and slides my panties down my legs.
I stand before him, naked and vulnerable. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”
He smiles darkly and unbuttons his shirt. My chest constricts when I see his broad chest and dark hair. He kicks his shoes off before he unfastens his trousers and slides them down. I’m blessed with the sight of his cock hanging hard between his legs. A smile crosses my face, and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from blurting out words of praise. I need to try and remain cool here. I can’t be his fan girl, but it’s pretty damn hard to stop myself when he’s so fucking gorgeous.
Our lips connect, and he walks me into the shower. The hot water tingles my skin. He pins me to the wall, lifts me, and then in one sharp movement he impales me deep. His cock jerks, and we stare at each other in awe.
“I like your shower,” I whisper.
He smiles darkly. “I’m about to get you dirty in it.”