I eye the golden fluid in my fancy glass “These things are super potent.”
“Oh, like you can’t handle a good drink, Little Miss Let’s Get Fucked Up.”
I giggle, and then another question comes to me and my face falls serious.
“What?” he asks.
“I have another question, and I don’t want you to get annoyed with me, but these are the things I think about when I’m alone. I just want to lay it out on the table, you know?”
He rolls his eyes. “Go on.”
“You’re the most sexual man I’ve ever been with. When we’re together, we have a lot of sex and you can’t keep your hands off me. Every night we sleep together we have sex in some shape or form. I can’t imagine you ever going without it.”
He sits back in his chair and rubs his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip. “Where are you going with this?” He asks.
“You said you didn’t have much sex with Alina. That it only happened a handful of times.”
His eyes hold mine.
“Did you have affairs?” I whisper.
He sips his drink and his gaze slowly drops to the table.
The answer is important to me, though. I need to know who I’m in love with.
His eyes rise to meet mine. “I never had an affair. I wouldn’t do that to someone.”
I hold my breath as I watch him.
“I had sex with multiple high-end prostitutes instead.”
My brows crease together.
He sits forward and takes my hand across the table, trying to read my shocked expression. “And it was lonely, cold, and nothing like what we have.”
“How long have you used prostitutes?”
“From the age of twenty-four up until the day you walked into my house.”
What?
“And the other women you dated?” I frown.
“I continued seeing prostitutes while I was seeing them.”
“Why?”
He shrugs. “I had no real attachment to them. I only saw them once a week. I need sex more than that.”
I narrow my eyes. “No attachment at all?” He shakes his head and frowns. “Up until I met you, I didn’t think I had the ability to love anyone.”
Did he just say…
No. Stop it.
“And now?” I whisper as I pick up his hand and hold it in mine.
His eyes glow with tenderness. “I think you’re a witch who has turned me into this pathetic, lovesick schoolboy.”
I lift his hand and smile against it. “Why?”
“Because I think about you all day, and the thought of being with someone else, having someone else touch me…” He frowns and shakes his head. “It turns my stomach.”
The air swirls between us. What is it about Rome that is making him all open and swoony?
“You know, I’m beginning to think that I’ve never been in love before, either,” I whisper.
He leans over and kisses me softly. “So, what were the other men in your life then?”
“Just… practice.”
“For what?’
“For you.”
He smiles against my lips and we completely forget that we are in a crowded restaurant, our kiss turning passionate.
“I have a new favourite truth serum.” I smile.
“What’s that?”
“Champagne limoncello cocktails.”
Julian is spinning me around the dance floor, even though it’s now 1:00 a. m. We’ve laughed, drank, and eaten our way around Rome. Your Song by Elton John plays as I smile up at my man. We are the only two on the dance floor and the club is nearly empty. My arms are wrapped around Julian’s broad neck, while his hands rest on my hips as we sway. He’s happy, carefree, and everything I knew he could be. I smile as I listen to the words. I’ve never liked this song before, but being here with him, I think it may be the most perfect song in the world.
“I have a confession to make, Mr. Masters.”
“What’s that?” He grins.
“From the moment I met you at the airport, I knew you were special.”
His eyes search mine and he frowns as if battling something internally. “I also have a confession to make, Miss Brielle.”
“I’m listening.” I smile goofily up at him.
His eyes widen, and his lips soften. “When I told you I have never been in love before…. I lied.” He swallows the lump in his throat.
I stare into his big brown eyes.
“Because I’m in love with you,” he whispers.
I frown as my world stops. “But… I thought you didn’t know how to love?’
“I don’t.” He kisses me softly. “But apparently my heart does, with or without my permission.”
I smile as tears well in my eyes. “Oh, Julian, I’m so in love with you,” I confess.
Our lips touch in a perfect moment of intimacy, and he crushes me to him, holding me close.
We keep dancing on the dance floor to Elton. Just the two of us… alone.
Staring at each other.
On what may just be the most wonderful night in the history of my life.
Julian
We walk into the room, our lips locked as I guide her to the inside. My cock is hard and weeping, and I kick the door shut behind me. I’ve never felt like this-this overwhelming need to fuck a woman so damn bad, yet thinking about caring for her the morning after, too.
Loving her.
I bend and lift her dress over her shoulders in one fell swoop. She stands before me in white lacy underwear. My eyes roam down her body and my cock hardens to a painful level. Her breasts are large and firm, her stomach slightly rounded, her hips curvy, and her face…
Her beautiful, pure face.
“Take it off.” I kiss her aggressively. “I need you to take it off.” I tear my jacket and shirt off over my shoulders, while she fumbles with my belt, panting in desperation as she slides them down my legs and I finally stand before her naked.
Her eyes roam over my torso. “You’re so insanely hot.” She smiles to herself.
I swipe my fingers through her flesh. My girl is swollen and wet; so ready for me.
I put my hand on top of her head and push her down. “On your knees.” I take my cock in my hand and smear the pre-ejaculate across her lips.
She looks up at me and licks her lips. Our eyes lock and nothing else matters when she looks at me this way.
“I’m going to blow in your mouth, and then I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you won’t even remember that we’re in Rome.”
I slowly pump my cock in my fist and Bree opens her mouth. Just the sight of her on her knees with her mouth open sends me into a stupor. My fist jerks harder and harder in response.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper.
Her hand drops to between her legs, and her eyes close as the ecstasy takes over in her body. A fire rages in my balls.
Fucking hell…
I grab a handful of her hair and guide myself inside her mouth.
My eyes close. Holy fucking hell, her mouth is perfection.
I slide out and then back, making it deep. Her dark eyes watch my every reaction.
“You like that, baby?” I whisper roughly.
She nods around me. My hands grab the back of her head as I push my cock into her mouth.
Be gentle. Be. Gentle, I remind myself, but I can never be gentle with her. She makes me lose all control. She’s the hottest fuck I’ve ever had, and it blows me away that she’s also the one I love.
This is rare. I know this is rare.
Is this really happening?
I build a rhythm, making her moan around me. My hands are gripping her hair with white-knuckle force, and I feel myself begin to jerk.
Fuck it, not yet.
I pull her aggressively and really start to fuck her mouth, hissing with nothing but appreciation as she takes all of me.
“Good girl,” I pant. “That’s it.”
I keep pumping.
“Bare your teeth.” I growl.
She smiles as she bares them, and I cry out as my orgasm rips through me. My cock jerks and thick, white semen gathers in her mouth. Bree struggles to swallow it all, and I tenderly wipe the hair back from her forehead as I look down at her. My heart is hammering in my chest, and she licks me up and down, making sure I watch on. No matter how many times I’ve watched her do this, it’ll never be enough. I drag her to her feet and kiss her deeply. I can taste my own arousal and it sets me off again.
She’s so fucking hot.
I push her down onto the bed, my lips taking hers as I slide three fingers inside her She’s hot, and her muscles ripple around my fingers making my cock clench again. “This beautiful cunt needs to be fed,” I whisper.
She moans and arches her back off the bed.
“Doesn’t it?” I whisper, jerking my fingers harder.
“Yes,” she moans. I add another finger, making it four in total. “Oh, careful.”