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"Another time," I whispered, smiling. Would there be another time? I couldn’t believe I was thinking it, but I hoped so.

He took my waist in his hands, sliding into me in one long, deep thrust that had us both sighing in pleasure as he let go. Pushing back, I thrust myself back and forth on his cock while he kept himself perfectly still, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me. "Oh, Tomasso . . .”

He started to thrust slowly, in time with my hips so that we built together, in time to the music that was just coming back into my notice. We sped up, faster and faster, when Tomasso suddenly spanked my ass, right then left, adding electricity to the fire building inside us. It drove me wild, and I let myself totally go, the orgasm building inside me. Reaching down, I stroked my clit while he thrilled me, my body assaulted with sensation. "I'm going to come—don't stop!”

Instead of stopping, he sped up even more, his hips slapping against mine in time to the now frantically fast Brazilian music, and suddenly, I was there. I peaked, my * clenching as my body lost all control. I stiffened, unable to do anything but feel the amazing wave and Tomasso's cock pounding into me at blinding speed. He stiffened, and in a long moan, I felt his cock start to explode as his own orgasm washed over him and his fingers tightened nearly painfully on my hips. I felt another little thrill and smiled, letting my head sag into the cushion, blissful exhaustion washing over me. I was sobbing, both in happiness and release, and I’d never felt better in my life.

He slipped out, and I got off the sofa, realizing the music had stopped. I looked at him and wiped at my eyes, wondering if I'd been missing out by being so bitchy to him at times, but then I wondered if it could have happened any other way. I watched as he fixed his clothes, slipping the condom off and tossing it into a wastebasket in the corner before tucking himself away and fixing his shirt and tie. "Come on," he said, with none of the tenderness or affection I'd felt while he was inside me. "We still have another stop to make tonight."

I walked over and tried to kiss him, but he turned away, shaking his head. I swallowed the bitter pill of my disappointment and shame and nodded. Wiping myself down quickly, I fixed my panties and suit, leaving the tie off. Fuck it. I didn't need it. It seemed I didn't need a lot of things in life. "Fine. Let's go."





Chapter 9





Tomasso





I felt like the world's biggest shithead the next day after waking up in bed alone. After f*cking Luisa, I'd been cold, my fears and anxieties taking over when I should have been focused on the moment instead. In the early morning hours afterward, as Luisa decided to stay in the car while I got my last pickup and brought her home, I was able to reflect on the change in her voice and what happened. Sure, it started with anger, but there was a hint of something else at the end which scared me even more. She hadn't been bitchy, but instead tender and open, showing me something I hadn't seen in her before. It scared me. It scared me because I felt the same way, and I wasn't sure if I was able to open myself up the same way.

I found her at the breakfast table, even though it was nearly eleven in the morning, sipping at a coffee. She'd put on jeans and a t-shirt, and I had to admit, she looked amazing. Her hair glowed golden in the near midday sun, and I had to smile as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. I must have spanked her harder than I had thought the night before. "Good morning."

"If you say so," Luisa said, pointedly ignoring me with her eyes.

I sighed and got my own cup of coffee, glad I had the rest of the day off. I didn't need anymore headaches or concerns today. I sat down across the table from her and took a sip. "Luisa, about last night . . .”

“There’s nothing to say,” she replied, finishing her coffee. She set the cup down and for the first time looked over at me, her dark eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "You had your fun—you broke me down. You won our little sex battle, and you got your prize, while I just have a sore ass. If you don’t mind, I’m going to go shopping. I need some fresh clothes for the rest of my stay. I didn't pack to be in America this long."

Getting up without another word, she put her cup in the sink. "Luisa . . .” I tried, and she held her hand up, silencing me and storming off. I watched her go and gulped down the rest of my coffee, putting the cup on the counter and hurrying after her. I watched as she grabbed a set of keys from the pegboard next to the staff entrance, ignoring me as she grabbed her purse and walked out the side door of the mansion. I rushed after her, grabbing her arm. "What are you doing?"

"Leave me alone," she hissed. “Last night was a moment of weakness, but if you touch me again, I’ll break your f*cking wrist."

Pulling away, she jumped in the Fiat that she had the keys for and started the engine, nearly running over my foot as she pulled out, spraying me with crushed gravel. Patting my pockets, I was glad that my college habit of grabbing my keys and wallet were paying off, and I ran to my car, jumping in and following her.

I realized, too late, that I'd left my cellphone in my room, and cursed. Still, I couldn’t just let her go off on her own, so I followed her, making sure she didn't do anything too stupid. I didn't want to cause a scene, so I just stayed behind her, making sure she stayed in sight, and let her cool down. Maybe after she'd cooled down, I'd be able to talk to her, and maybe it was time for some honesty between us.