I take another three steps.
I imagine myself fucking her mouth, my load dripping over her big lips. Her cunt creamy and swollen for me, my cock shudders, I’m about to blow just imagining it.
I need her.
My cock is aching and like a zombie being called home, I slowly walk up the stairs. I stop outside her door and stare at it.
Throb…throb…throb goes my pulse down below. I lift the scarf and inhale deeply and my cock shudders hard.
I’m going to come.
I unzip my suit pants, take my cock in my hand, her door millimeters from my face. I stroke my thick length hard, the tip grazing across the timber on the door and I inhale deeply as my pre-ejaculate smears where it shouldn’t. The evidence of what I so desperately need.
Francesca.
I remember the way she kissed me earlier, so feminine, so hungry.
So missed.
My strokes harder and harder, I need it to hurt. Punish myself for wanting her so badly.
I inhale her scent on the scarf and losing control, I blow hard against her door.
I pant in silence, my heart is beating so hard, my skin is misted with perspiration.
Disgusted, my forehead falls forward to lean against the door. So close, but worlds apart.
I’m in a living hell.
I need you.
“You ready to go soon?” I ask.
“Uh-huh, are you sure you don’t mind taking me back to my hotel? Someone else can drive me, I don’t want to be an inconvenience,” Francesca replies. She’s wearing a white robe that was hanging in her bathroom, her long dark hair is up in a messy bun on the top of her head and she looks beautifully disheveled.
Breathtaking.
“Of course not.” I stare at her for a beat longer than I should and then snap my eyes away. “I’m ready to leave when you are,” I mutter as I make myself a cup of coffee.
I feel like shit, I slept all of nine minutes. The thought of her upstairs alone in bed was a new level of torture.
My balls ached all fucking night.
She gives me a soft smile. “Thanks.” She turns and walks up the hallway and I stare after her as I bite my bottom lip, okay…. Stop it.
Get a hold of yourself.
Right now.
Ten minutes later she appears in the fitted black dress and high heels she was wearing last night, this is just great.
She’s like fucking clickbait.
I wish she would wear a garbage bag…and a gorilla mask. A huge-ass chastity belt wouldn’t hurt either.
Eye contact, look at her eyes. Do not look down.
“Are you ready to go?” she asks.
Am I ever!
“Uh-huh.” I walk up the hall toward the front door.
She follows me out and we get into the elevator, I stare straight ahead and remain silent.
If I don’t speak, I can’t be an asshole.
It shouldn’t piss me off that she’s moved on without me, but fuck it, it does.
“What time will you be finished today?” I ask as we go down.
“About two.”
“What hotel chain is it?”
“The Remington.”
I frown. “I haven’t heard of that before?”
“It’s a small luxury boutique chain.”
“Okay, what time do you want me to arrange your flight?”
“Umm, I don’t know, about five?”
“To Paris?”
She looks over and her eyes hold mine.
The elevator doors open, breaking the moment. “Yes, Paris,” she replies.
She’s going back to him.
“Fine,” I snap, I stride out and walk through the foyer.
Of course, she is, he is her fucking fiancé after all. I feel my blood begin to boil as I march out of the building. I open the car door for her and she gets in and I slam the door behind her. I can’t even be near her, if I go with her now I know I’m going to explode and say things I shouldn’t.
The asshole of all assholes.
This woman makes me fucking crazy.
I turn to her driver. “Take Francesca back to her hotel while she checks out and then escort her to work, please. I want a full team with her today.”
“Yes, sir.”
She winds her window down and looks up at me. “You’re not coming?”
“No.”
“Will I see you this afternoon?” she asks hopefully.
“I have things on,” I lie.
“Oh….”
“Have a nice day.” I tap on the roof of the car and then before I have to look at her one more time, I turn and walk back into the building.
I walk into the elevator and make a call back to my office.
“Hey, boss.”
“Hi, Marcus, I need you to get some information for me, please.”
“Of course.”
“Can you find out anything of relevance about who owns the Remington hotel chain?”
“Okay. Where is it?”
“They’re global, I’m not sure of specifics but I know they have a hotel in Rome.”
“On it, boss.” He hangs on the line before asking, “Is something wrong?”
“No. Francesca is currently working for them, I just need to know that she’s safe.”
“Good idea.”
“Okay, get back to me.”
“Sure thing.”
The elevator doors open and I stride out and back into my apartment and straight up to the bedroom Francesca slept in. Without a thought I pick up the pillow she slept on and inhale deeply, I close my eyes as her scent rushes around my senses.
Soft and arousing, like a memory from up above.
I do it again and again…and then I realize what I’m doing, disgusted. I throw the pillow at the wall.
The hell is wrong with you…she’s your sister.
You sick fuck?
I drag my hands through my hair and storm back downstairs, I make another call as I take the stairs two at a time, I need to get the fuck out of here.
“Hey boss.”
“Organize the planes for this afternoon, please.”
“Planes as in plural?”
“Two. One to Paris and one to Milan.”