Chapter 6

Kyle was preparing for bed when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, then at Kiera, his brow furrowing.

“Yeah, she’s been great. Does everything I ask, no questions asked. Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but don’t call me again.

“I’m not done with her yet, and I plan on savoring every moment. Goodnight,” he said, ending the call.

Kiera had been sitting up in bed, straining to catch his side of the conversation. She wanted to ask him about it, but fear held her back.

When he looked at her, he saw the fear creeping back into her eyes. He moved to sit beside her.

“I wish you’d tell me why they scare you. I don’t get it. You work for them, so what’s the deal?”

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head.

He gently lifted her chin with his fingers. “By the time we get back from Italy, you’ll have told me what’s going on.” He kissed her before stripping down and sliding into bed.

“Do you want me to...take care of you?” she asked, knowing they couldn’t have sex, even though he wanted to.

He lay on his back. “Not tonight, but thanks for offering.”

She lay on her side, her hand resting on his chest as he slept. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her palm was comforting.

She realized she needed to stop acting scared, to stop prompting his questions and pressure to reveal her secrets.

From now on, she would shower him with affection, ensuring she satisfied him, so he would forget about wanting to know more about her.

For the next two days, he was swamped with work, delegating tasks to ensure his business would run smoothly in his absence.

She was grateful for this, as she was still on her period and hoped it would end soon. Her wish was granted. In four days, it was over, and they were set to leave for Italy the next morning.

She woke up to the sound of the shower running. Knowing he was in there, she decided to join him, a bold move she wouldn’t have made before.

He had his back to her when she quietly stepped in, wrapping her arms around him, her hands finding his cock.

She pressed her lips to his back, kissing him, his moans and the hardening of his cock in her hand the only response.

The moment he felt her behind him, he started to harden, and when she touched his shaft, he grew harder, throbbing with need.

He’d been without sex for nearly four days, and he was more than ready to be inside her.

He spun around, pressing her against the wall, taking her hands and placing them over the showerhead.

“Keep them here,” he growled, his breath ragged.

His hand moved down, between her legs, feeling her wetness as he sucked hard on her neck. Her moans only fueled his desire.

Feeling her breasts pressed against his chest as she gasped for breath, he wanted to be inside her so badly, but he didn’t have a condom.

“I want to fuck you so bad, but I don’t have anything with me,” he said, his hard cock pressing against her.

“But I do,” she said, panting, opening her eyes to look at him.

Seeing the condom in her hand, he smiled, took it from her, and rolled it onto his erection. Lifting one of her legs, he entered her with a hard thrust, relishing her moans.

Lifting her other leg and supporting her under her ass, he began to move inside her, her back slamming against the wall with each thrust.

Being inside her, feeling her muscles clench around his cock, was incredible. He came hard and fast, making her gasp and scream his name.

He buried his face in her neck, waiting for his breathing to return to normal.

She kept her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. Tears streamed down her face, hidden by the running water.

The fullness of him filled her completely. He had hit her G-spot again, giving her the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he asked, his lips brushing her neck before moving up to her lips.

“Oh, Kyle.” It was all she managed to say before he kissed her passionately. His tongue slipped into her mouth and his cock still hard, he began moving inside her again.

This time it was rough and hard as he pounded into her, satisfying his lust.

The thickness and length of him made her feel like she was going to burst, but it felt amazing, and she came quickly.

Her juices ran down his legs, mingling with the water cascading over them from the showerhead.

She didn’t realize her nails were digging into his skin until later when she saw the marks she’d left.

“Sweet Mother of God, you are something else, baby. Only you have ever made me lose control like this,” he said when he pulled out of her and set her on her feet.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her so close he was almost afraid he was crushing her, but since she didn’t complain, he kept his hold on her.

It felt so good, their bodies pressed against each other as the water flowed over them.

She looked up at him and smiled as she ran her fingers over his lips.

“You bring out what has been buried inside me my whole life, the desire, the lust. My entire body comes alive with just one touch from you.

“All those women you’ve been with were so lucky to have even one night with you.”

He stared deep into her eyes, his cock pressing against her.

“I’ll let you in on a secret. I’ve never put this much energy or time into making love to anyone else. You’re different, special, and so damn loving and affectionate.

“You make me want to give you my all. You make me feel like a real man,” he said. Lifting her head up, he kissed her with so much passion.

She wrapped her arms around him, hanging on as his mouth devoured hers. Her eyes closed, and she felt his cock hardening again, knowing he was going to take her again.

He released her. He turned off the water, picked her up, carried her back to the bedroom, and laid her down, both of them still wet.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on, and entered her. She was wet in more ways than one.

She was nestled in his arms, her body aching from their passionate encounters. “Wow, you sure know how to make up for lost time,” she teased.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait until we get to Italy.”

The next morning, they packed their bags and headed to the airport. She had never flown before and was thrilled, especially when she discovered they were flying first class.

He let her take the window seat, and as the plane took off, they were each handed a glass of champagne.

She was irked by the flight attendant’s flirtatious behavior towards him, but she kept her feelings to herself.

It seemed like wherever they went, women were drawn to him, and he seemed oblivious to it.

When they finally landed in Italy, a rental car was waiting for them, and he drove them straight to the hotel.

She was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning as she explored the suite he had booked.

“This place is incredible. So beautiful. I’ve never lived anywhere this big. And the view,” she exclaimed, rushing out onto the balcony.

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and resting his head against hers.

“Where have you lived, my kitten?” He was hoping she would open up, share something about herself.

A few moments of silence passed before she spoke.

“Let’s go for a walk,” she suggested, skillfully changing the subject.

“Okay, it’s a beautiful night, and I know a great outdoor café where we can grab a bite.”

They strolled along a path lined with small shops and a minimarket. Most of the buildings had apartments above the shops, and music wafted out from the open windows.

Everyone seemed cheerful, chatting and laughing and waving as they passed by. Kyle, fluent in the language, greeted them with a “hello” or “it’s a lovely evening.”

She was impressed and told him so. “You speak the language flawlessly, almost as if you were born here.”

“My mother was Italian. She taught me.”

“Your father. He wasn’t Italian, I take it.”

“No, American.”

“Are they both deceased?”

He smiled at her. “For someone who won’t share anything about herself, you sure are curious about me.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”

“It’s okay. I have nothing to hide. Judy and I were born late in their lives. Dad was almost sixty when I was conceived. My mom was in her fifties.

“He had a heart attack about four years ago. He lived a long and fulfilling life. My mother passed away a year later. She never really recovered from his death.”

She linked her arm through his as they continued walking. “I’m so sorry. They must have been deeply in love.”

“They were, right up to the day they passed away. They met and started dating in high school and were happily married. Not many couples can say that nowadays.

“Dad brought me into the business as soon as I finished college. He taught me everything I know today. I loved working with him side by side. It’s just not the same without him.”

“I bet if they were alive today they would be so proud of you,” she said, looking up at him. “What about Judy? Did she not want to be part of the business?”

“No, she never cared for it. She preferred to be a wife and stay-at-home mother. She does get a percentage of the profits and has some shares in the business.”

He stopped in front of a charming little outdoor café. “Let’s eat here. The food is fantastic.”

They were seated and a waiter came out to take their order. He ordered for both of them, knowing she would enjoy the pasta and veal along with a bottle of wine.

He watched her as she ate, still yearning to know more about her. “Do you believe in love?” he asked, pouring her another glass of wine.

“No,” she replied without looking up from her plate.

This surprised him. She was way too young not to believe in love. “Why not?”

“No particular reason. I just don’t.”

“Weren’t your parents in love?” he asked, hoping that by slipping it in she might reveal something, and he was right.

“Who knows. My father left after I was born.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

She narrowed her eyes when she looked back at him. “You’re very sneaky, Kyle. You tricked me into revealing something about myself.”

“What about your mother?”

“If you must know, my mother and I were never close. She was a drug addict and was more interested in getting high and sleeping around. She died of an overdose a year ago.

“Before you ask, I don’t have any siblings or other relatives.”

He reached over and placed his hand over hers. “I’m so sorry. It sounds like you’ve had a tough life. But why did you decide to go into this business?”

“Why do you think? It was for the money. I worked as a waitress when I could find the work, but I never had enough to make ends meet.

“When I heard about this job, I thought it sounded great. All I had to do was go on dates.” She realized she had said too much. She knew he would have more questions, but she had to keep quiet.

“Are you telling me you didn’t know that sleeping with the clients was part of the job?”

When she didn’t answer, he kept pushing. “If that’s the case, you don’t have to. Just tell them you can’t do the job.”

She dropped her fork onto the plate and pushed it away from her.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’ve already broken the rules by telling you my real name, and now this. Please, for me, will you stop asking me questions?”

“I’ll stop for now.” Seeing she was done eating and talking, he paid for their meal, and they walked back to the hotel.