I carefully place it down on the table in his room and, feeling proud of myself, I lay myself down beside him.
He inhales sharply as he wakes. “Hmm, bella,” he sighs sleepily.
I swear, Rici Ferrara’s bedroom voice should be used for all voiceovers. That deep, raspy tone sends shivers down my spine.
He kisses my forehead and holds me close as he begins to doze back off.
“I made you breakfast.” I smile against his chest.
“Hmm.” He frowns. “What?” He peels his eyes open.
“I made you breakfast.” I stand and go to get the tray. I put it down on his bedside table.
He leans up on his elbows and smiles sleepily. “You spoil me.”
“Baby, you have no idea how spoilt you are going to be.” I lean in to kiss him softly and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on top of him. In one quick movement, he flips me over so I am beneath him.
“I wanted to have you for breakfast.”
I giggle up at him. “You have me all day.”
He gives me a sharp pump with his hips. “And I will.”
He rolls off me, sits up, and then hits a button on his bedside. I hear a motorized sound. I look around to see the shutters over the windows rising. Natural light begins to flood through the room.
“What the heck is that?” I frown.
“Security shutters.”
“On every window?”
He sips his coffee. “Yes, bella.”
“What on earth for?”
“So that people can’t shoot through the glass.”
My mouth falls open. “Are you serious?”
He smiles, amused by my horror. “Yes, security shutters are for security.” He raises his brows as he sips his coffee. “Shocking, isn’t it?”
“Smartass.” I point to his plate. “Eat your breakfast.”
He smiles and starts to eat. I walk over and pull the drapes back to look outside. My breath catches.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. He chuckles and I turn to him. “That view?”
“Beautiful, huh?” He chews his food casually.
I look back out of the window to the huge bed of water in front of us. “That’s a lake?” I ask, unsure if it’s the ocean or something.
“Well, we are at Lake Como.” He smirks against his coffee cup.
I turn. “You’re being very cheeky this morning, Mr. Ferrara. You want to be careful I don’t smack your behind.”
He chuckles and continues eating. I look back out the window. There’s a huge manicured garden and a little boat house that sits on the edge of the water, and a wharf. “You have your own wharf?”
“Yes.” He keeps chewing, totally uninterested in all the wonderful things I can see through the window. I look directly down and see a deep blue pool. “You have a pool?” I shriek.
He smiles as he finishes his breakfast. “Yes, bella.”
I press my hands on the glass as I peer down into the yard. “Oh, Rici, this place is divine,” I sigh dreamily.
He smiles and taps his lap. I go to him. “I hope you will be happy here.”
I kiss him. “As long as I’m with you, I will be.” He inhales deeply into my hair. “Is this where you want to live, though?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Why? I mean, I can see that it’s beautiful, but don’t you need to be closer to work? We can come here on weekends.”
“We will have an apartment in Milan, too, but I feel closer to my father here. It’s why I love it. This place is good for my soul.”
I smile softly. That’s so sweet.
“This was my father’s favorite place on Earth. He bought my brothers and I here all of our lives. It feels like home. Both of my brothers have holiday houses here, too.”
“Your mother lives here?”
“No, she lives on a large property just out of Milan-the house we grew up in. She doesn’t come here often. She’s more of a city person and prefers Roma. She lives near my grandmother.”
“Oh.” I think for a moment. “When will I get to meet your mother and grandmother?”
He smiles as he lies me down on the bed and moves over me. “When you’re totally in love with me and it’s too late to run.”
I laugh. He bites my neck hard, and I wriggle to break free from his grip. “Do you think your mother is going to like me?”
He nips down my neck before he bites hard. I try to buck him off me, and notice that he doesn’t answer my question.
“Rici,” I prompt him. “What does that mean?”
“It means I like you enough for the two of us. Let me worry about my mother.” He growls against my neck, and I squeal in delight. He pins me to the mattress, his eyes darken. “Open for me, bella.”
I smile up at him, lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. He begins to slide his cock through my open lips as his mouth drops to my neck-softly this time. “What do you have planned for me today, Mr. Ferrara?”
“I’m going to show you around your new home, and then we’ll go sightseeing.” He kisses me again and slides his dick deep inside my body. My head falls back onto the pillow. “And there’ll be a whole lot more of my cock.” He slides out and pushes back in with a hard pump. “How does that sound?”
His possession creates a hot feeling through me, and I put my hands on his behind and push him back in. “Heavenly.”
* * *
I sit at the table and smile over at my handsome date.
It’s Saturday night, and I think I have had the best day in history. Rico showed me around the gigantic house. We went for a walk around the expansive gardens of his property, and then this afternoon we came into town and ambled through the shops. We’re now sitting in a seafood restaurant after eating a beautiful dinner. Dessert, and drinking Limoncello cocktails.
“This place is dreamy.” I smile.
“Like you.” Rico’s face is resting on his hand on the table, he gives me the best come fuck me look I’ve ever seen.
“What are the chances of me having sex tonight, Mr. Ferrara?” I lean toward him. I pick up his hand and put his index finger in my mouth to give it a slow, sensual suck.
“I’d say one hundred percent.” I suck his finger again, and his nostrils flare. “Finish your drink.”
I smirk.
“Before I finish you on the table.”
“Maybe I want to be finished on the table.”
His dark eyes hold mine. “You’re a sex manic, Olivia.”
“Takes one to know one.”