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“Charming?” he asks as he reaches the top of the stairs and walks us down the corridor to the bedroom.
“You’re right, Contis can’t be charming.” I giggle as we reach the bedroom. The door is open as he carries me in, and the next thing I know, I’m sailing through the air and landing on the bed with a squeal, and then I end up in fits of laughter. I can’t believe he just threw me across the room onto the bed. “Why’d you do that?” I ask him as I sit up on my elbows, watching him. He takes off his suit jacket and throws it over a chair, then undoes his tie and does the same thing. Watching a man like Alessandro Conti get undressed is hot.
“Wanted to keep you on your toes, I can’t be too charming.” He grins as he starts to unbutton his shirt. Slowly, I watch as tanned skin becomes exposed inch by glorious inch. “Are you checking me out, Fiorenzo?” he teases.
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“Good.” He grins as he shucks off his shirt and displays his rippling muscles to me. I lick my lips. How have I been denying myself this man? Alessandro kicks his shoes to the side, then toes off his socks as he slowly undoes his belt all the while keeping his eyes on me. My entire body is squirming underneath his heated gaze. “You can say no, Natalia, if you want,” he states as his hand goes to his fly and stills.
I lick my lips as my mind whirls with such conflicting emotions. I should say no. He’s a Conti. But you’ve already slept with him so what does it matter if you do it again? It matters because he’s been nice, we’ve been having fun together, he’s starting to open up to me, and I hate that it gives me tiny flutters. So, if I keep sleeping with him, then that little flutter might get stronger, and I’m not sure if I can handle that. Not with a Conti. The only direction that can lead is to heartache.
“I should say no, but I don’t think I can,” I tell him honestly.
His slate-green eyes flare with desire as he stares down at me. “In here, Natalia, I won’t ever hurt you,” he confesses as his hand waves around the room.
“Guess that means once we’re outside of these walls I’m not safe,” I say softly.
Alessandro’s shoulders sag a little as he takes a couple of steps toward me, he reaches out and takes my heels off one by one. Then he slides his thumbs into the arches of my feet and a moan falls from my lips. That feels so good.
“I’m sorry you are dragged into this war between our families. I never purposefully went out of my way to do this to you, but …” he explains.
“… but you saw an advantage and took it,” I finish for me.
His strong brows pull together and he nods slowly. “I don’t hate you,” he adds after a couple of beats of silence as he continues to work magic on my feet.
“I don’t hate you either.” Especially if he keeps massaging my feet like that. He stares down at me and gives me a lopsided smirk. “Don’t let that ego get out of control, there is a fine line still between hate and like,” I warn him with a smile.
“Duly noted, I'll make sure to keep my oversized ego in check.”
“Urgh, why are you so good at that.” I groan as he continues to relieve the aches from my feet.
“I’ve always been good with my hands.” He winks, which has me rolling my eyes at his joke. “Why don’t we go have a shower? I can help relieve more of your aches.”
“Fine,” I grumble, but honestly, it sounds perfect.
Alessandro helps me up off the bed and tells me to turn around so he can unzip me. I can feel his warm breath on my neck as he slowly pulls the zip down my back. His knuckles graze me as goosebumps break out against my skin. I wiggle out of the material and let the evening dress fall to the floor, pooling at my feet, and I’ve never felt so exposed in my life.
Soft lips find my neck as Alessandro gently kisses me. “You wore it.”
Swallowing hard as my nerves kick in, I take a step out of my dress and turn around so that I can see him. “I told you I did,” I state as I stand there feeling vulnerable.
“I know you did, but still, I didn’t think you would because … you know.” He says as he looks me over with appreciation. “Fuck, you look even better than your picture.” Those slate-green eyes roam every single inch of my body, from the swell of my breasts in the satin navy bra that cuts dangerously low, nearly exposing a nipple, but the underwire pushes them up high like they are perfect mounds. He looks down over my stomach to the tiny bikini bottoms I’m wearing. “Turn around again,” he asks.
And I do.
Slowly.
Exposing my perky ass that I’ve honed through years of yoga in the satin G-string.
“Fuck, I want to bite those peachy cheeks,” he declares with a groan, which makes me giggle.
I unclasp my bra and throw it to the side as I look at him over my shoulder. “I’ll meet you in the shower,” I tell him as I move away and head toward the bathroom. I hear shuffling and cursing as I turn around and see him quickly trying to get his suit pants off which makes me smile at his eagerness. Reaching out, I turn the shower on and play with the temperature until it’s right. The next thing I feel is hands gripping my ass, which makes me gasp in surprise. His fingers give my ass a gentle squeeze.
“Let me help with these,” he coos behind me as his hands help slide my underwear off, letting me step into the shower. My heart thunders in my chest, and I don’t dare turn around and look at him as nerves hit me.
“Ouch, fuck, why do you have the shower set to lava? Nearly burnt my dick off.” He moans.
His words break my nervousness, and I turn around to see him pushed up against the glass wall of the shower, far away from the water. Then my eyes drop to where his hard dick is bobbing between his thick thighs.
