Page 135 of Marcello

“Fuck… I want to do that to you…”

The camera went back to her flushed face, her hair in disarray, a satisfied grin spreading ear to ear. “You already did, baby. You just did it right now.”

“Yeah, but I want to do it in person.”

“You will… real soon…”

“When?”

“Soon. But I’ve gotta go now.”

“What?!” I asked in shock. “You’re ‘blur-fur-thank-you-sir’-ing me again?!”

She laughed. “I just snuck away to call you – I didn’t think we were going to do THIS.”

“We could’ve done it in person.”

She smiled. “Soon. I promise.”

“Can I at least call you?”

Her face became very serious. “No. Do NOT call me. Please. I’ll call you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Do you really live with your father? You’re not married or something, are you?”

That made her laugh. “I am SO not married.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?” I asked suspiciously.

“No boyfriend,” she said cheerfully. “Just an overbearing father.”

“Good,” I grumbled. “When can I see you again?”

“Soon. Very soon.”

“Alright…”

She brought the phone right up to her face and kissed the screen. “Night-night.”

“Sogni d’oro, Giulietta.”

Literally, Dreams of gold, Giulietta.

“Sogni d’oro, Romeo,” she whispered seductively –

And then hung up.

I lay there in bed, buck naked, satisfied and yet still frustrated, dick in my hand, my stomach covered in my own jizz –

And for the second time in 24 hours, thought, God DAMN, what a woman.

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The next couple of days, I alternated between being happy as a loon and anxious as hell.

I kept waiting to hear from Giulietta, but didn’t get so much as a text.

I considered calling her, but decided to honor her request.