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Yep, I bet. I’m an enormous beetroot.
Both cameras were filming as I worked on my latte art and then I saw him and just got distracted and all that time when we were on the bench doing...very adult things...there was a camera filming. Two cameras, in fact.
He catches my eye and to my amazement that twitch at the corner of his mouth becomes a full-blown grin and next minute we’re both helplessly giggling like absolute fools to the point where I have to wipe tears from my eyes.
I guess it’s the endorphin release—the lingering pleasure of those moments, followed by total panic and then sheer relief that the world hasn’t just been privy to them.
Dain disappears into the other room and reappears in a robe, holding another that he wraps me in.
‘We have to delete them...’ I mutter apologetically as he fastens the waist belt of my robe for me. But I’m engulfed by a wave of heat as I recall just what’s been captured on film. ‘We should do that right away,’ I add, stupidly flustered.
‘Sure,’ he says easily, but there’s a devilish glint in his eyes as he studies my face up close. ‘If that’s what you want...’
‘It is. Absolutely. That footage can’t survive,’ I immediately respond and then look at him. ‘Don’t you think?’
Of course he does. He’s all about privacy and having as little online as possible. This would be a nightmare for him, right?
But he just raises an eyebrow at me. ‘Don’t you think we should watch it first?’
I gape at him and suddenly I’m awash with a hot flush even worse than before.
But he’s flushed too, and he crowds me even though he’s wrapped me in the soft silk robe already. ‘You can see for yourself how beautiful you are when you lose total control.’
Oh. My.
‘Dain...’ I’m so flustered I can hardly say his name.
He chuckles. ‘You don’t think it would be fun?’
My heart races. Curiosity has me. As does the amusement in his eyes. He can be ridiculously fun. He reads my expression and his own lights up.
‘I’ll get the popcorn.’ He turns to the nearest cupboard.
He makes me giggle again. I feel reckless and wanton and naughty and it is so liberating. He grabs the cameras in one hand and takes my hand in the other and leads me into the large comfortable lounge that overlooks that deep blue pool.
I had no idea who Dain Anzelotti was, that night in the gondola. The lifestyle he lives is so foreign to anything I’ve ever experienced. Things that he doesn’t even notice take my breath away. The private jet. The people quietly attending to his every need. The fine silk perfectly tailored to skim a body sustained by meals whipped up by an award-winning private chef. But none of that is relevant right now. It’s just him and me—teasing each other, being free with each other.
It’s only because of one passionate whim, a wisp of recklessness in one moment, that we’re together again. I know these are a fantasy few days and they’re not for ever.
He splits the enormous smart screen hanging on the wall so the footage from both cameras plays simultaneously side by side. There’s a bird’s-eye angle from above us and a side-profile angle. He fiddles so we get the sound from only one of the cameras and it plays low on the speaker. There is music playing but I can still hear our conversation.
Dain takes a seat right behind me on the rug—encircling me. Neither of us eat the popcorn. I stare at the screen—riveted—half appalled. In the next moment I’m fully aroused. It was steamy at the time, now it’s just smoking hot and I’m toast.
There’s his dance. There’s me dropping to my knees and—
This time I can see his face, not just feel his reaction. I can see the size of him, the strain of his body—arching towards my touch. The way he looks at me as I pleasure him turns me to goo. I can’t sit still as I watch him then lift and spread me on that counter. Hearing his words—what he’s going to do to me—then seeing him do it to me is as hot as the moment it actually happened. Which honestly ought to be impossible.
‘What do you think?’ His breath stirs my hair.
I can’t look away from the screen but from behind he loosens my robe and touches me. He begins with my breasts but then one hand glides lower. I moan as I realise how wet I am in this instant but he tells me how good it is. How good I am. That he’s turned on too and he can’t wait to taste me again. And then I’m wetter still. And that just makes him double his words of approval because it means I’m ready to take him again and he really needs me to be ready—
‘See?’ He nips the side of my neck tenderly as he lifts me onto his lap and gives me everything I want in a slow, searing slide. ‘You’re so beautiful when you let me indulge you.’
I quiver in a mini release right away, because he’s so big and so hard and it’s just what I want. He groans as I take him to the hilt.
The action on the screen is fast and energetic, but his possession of me now is lush and lazy and total. He teases me intimately, so lightly with the tips of his fingers, so I grind on him harder, clenching within to lock him inside. He swears in earthy, guttural delight. I’m just utterly incoherent. Again. I don’t watch the climax on screen, I’m too busy having another.
It’s quite some time before I can speak again. He’s stretched out on the rug and taken me down with him and is holding me close. I’ve never experienced physical intimacy or pleasure like this. He’s playful and inventive and every time I’m left a shaking mess. It doesn’t get easier. It doesn’t lessen in intensity. It’s always unbearably exciting. And I can’t get enough.
