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  “What do you want to know?”

  “Are you married? Single? Divorced? Running from a lover?” he leaned back and sipped his Pelaverga wine.

  “None of the above,” she reached for her wine glass and almost spilled it except for him reaching over to rescue it causing their hands to touch briefly. “What about you?” she lifted the glass to her lips to stop the trembling of her fingers.

  “Taking a break.”

  “You had a bad experience?’ she asked him curiously.

  “Far from it.” He smiled at her quickly and her heart thudded at the whiteness of his teeth against his skin. She had a feeling he ate women like her for breakfast or maybe she was not even his type! Once again she had seen the way the women kept staring at him. “So you are a teacher?”

  “I am.” She nodded. “And you are?”

  “In retail,” his tone was evasive and she knew he was not going to add anything else to the brief statement. “Any siblings?”

  “My twin brother Marcus.”

  “Interesting.” his dark eyes scanned her face. “Is it true what they say that twins have a certain connection?”

  “We do.” She smiled as she thought back. “He was born first so he is very protective of me and thinks I have to run everything by him before I do it. Our parents died when we were two and we were brought up by a very strict aunt so that brought us closer together.”

  “I am sorry to hear,” his deep voice was sympathetic.

  “Thank you,” she inclined her head gracefully. “How about you?”

  “Only child which means a lot of expectations,” his voice had turned a little bitter without him being aware of it.”

  “You were lonely growing up?” she had seen and heard similar stories from her students to know what he meant.

  “Of sorts,” he gave his usual shrug. “How about taking a walk outside?”

  She had finished her wine and was feeling pleasantly drowsy.

  “That sounds like a good idea. I think the wine has gone to my head a little.”

  “The fresh air will do you some good.” He told her as he got to his feet.

  They walked until they got to the pool. There were surprisingly few people there taking advantage of the clear blue water. The sun had gone down and she could feel the breeze brushing against her skin and causing her to shiver slightly. He took off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. “Thanks,” she breathed in the fresh farm air in appreciation. He told her a little of the history of the place even though she had read up on it already. She loved listening to his deep hypnotic voice. The wind stirred his hair and strands of it touched his strong jaw and suddenly she knew she wanted him to kiss her. She had had no intention of participating in a holiday romance but he was here and he was so handsome, the most handsome man she had ever met. As if he had read her thoughts he turned her to face him and tilted her chin up, his eyes meeting hers. Without a word he bent his head and touched her lips slowly as if gauging her response. Monique opened her mouth beneath his with a sigh as she moved closer to him. She was not experienced but she was not into being coy. There was a connection between them and it was worth exploring. Her hands drifted over his chest and she quivered at the feel of the solidness beneath his shirt. His tongue touched and she touched back sinking into the kiss with an eagerness that she had never before felt. Lorenzo pulled her into him, feeling his body hardened with desire. This little school teacher was turning him on more than he had expected! His arms went around her and kneaded the small of her back gently as he deepened the kiss. They did not notice the water lapping in the pool or the sounds of laughter coming from somewhere near them. They were too caught up in the emotions of the moment. He put her from him, his breathing accelerated and his skin heated as he stared down at her. His hands were still on her arms, and as she looked up at him with those dark brown eyes he knew he wanted more. “I think we had better head back in.” He suggested softly.

  “I think so,” her throat felt parched and her lips felt swollen.

  He left her at her door and strode away while she relived the moment over and over again!

  Chapter 2

  Monique was very realistic. She had known from very early on in life that people do not generally mean what they say. Her aunt Hilda had been a bitter dried up old woman whose man had ran off with her best friend and she had never thought of dusting herself off and getting back in the race. She had spent her time seeped in the bitterness of the hurt done to her and had taken it out on her sister’s kids. She had often told them that their parents had gone joy riding and looked where it had gotten them! Very cruel words to say to children who were confused and in mourning but she had not known any better.

  Tonight she had been kissed by a man whose appearance was like the heroes in the Victorian novels she had read voraciously when she was little to escape her crummy life. Lorenzo was handsome, cultured and obviously a man of means. In her book it only meant one thing: this was just going to be a holiday romance if even that. His kiss had turned her into putty! One touch of his lips on hers and she had almost asked him to take her right there! She had come into the room and sat on the side of the bed in a daze as she relived the moment. He had felt the wave of passion too because she had felt the heavy erection as she pressed her boy close to his. She was a realist and realistically she knew that before the holiday ended she was going to have sex with him, maybe even several times for that matter. She had not come to Italy looking for an affair but she was certainly going to get it and she was going to welcome it!

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  He was not going to sleep with her. Even he knew when to draw the line. It had started out to him as something to spend the time while away. He had responsibilities and as an only child to a vast empire like Romano’s, he was going to have to step up whether he liked it or not. He was just delaying the inevitable but time was running out on him. He knew what his parents had in store for him. He was almost thirty years old and he was going to have to settle down and get married and take over the reins. When he had been a teenager it had felt like fun to know that his family clothing line was worn by movie stars and celebrities and that he was one of them. He remembered the daughter of the famous adventure actor Sylvania Blake and the raunchy and short lived affair they had engaged in when they were eighteen. She had not been his first because ever since he turned thirteen, he had been noticed by women who were way older than he was. He had started having sex when he was fifteen and had gone through more women than he could possibly count! He had seen Monique as she made her way across the room to come to the table he had reserved for her and had felt the shift in his emotions.

  He walked over to his desk and went behind him to check his emails, his thick eyebrows rising at the ones he saw from his father. He considered deleting them before he even read them but thought better of it. Bernardo Romano was not one to be ignored.

  He clicked on one and read it swiftly. “Son, the new line of perfumes is due to come out by December and it promises to be bigger than the ones last Year. We are thinking of you doing the ad with Maria Lucas and need you to start working on the commercials as soon as next week. I know you said you needed time to sort yourself out, whatever that means, but you cannot escape the fact that you are the heir to the Romano fortune and there is no escaping that. I have tried calling you but you are not picking up. I would hate to have to send Vincent to come and get you! Ciao, your dad.”

  If it was not so ludicrous, it would be laughable! Vincent was their bodyguard/trouble shooter who had been with the family since he was a child and the man was loyal to the family like no other! He had a feeling that his father was not joking. He had planned on heading off to Spain next week to stay at the company’s hacienda for a couple days but he guessed that was not going to happen now. With a sigh of frustration, he logged out without reading the rest of the mails and shut down the lap top. He guessed he was going to have to make the most of the time he had left!

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/>   They had dinner again at the hotel restaurant. She could not help but notice the deferential respect the staff gave him and figured that he had been here a number of times so that was the reason why. She had dressed extra carefully tonight wearing a simple but lovely cotton plaid she had picked up in one of the stores on her many walks along the faded cobbled streets of the beautiful town. She had curled her hair and left it loose around her face and added a touch more makeup. By the time she sat across from him, she knew they were going to end up in bed. She had talked to herself about it and reasoned it out. He was a handsome and incredibly charismatic man and he was interested in her and her in him, so she did not see the harm in laying aside her usual way of doing things and giving herself into the pleasure he had started out on the hotel grounds. She had spoken to her brother last night and he had asked her if she was sure she was okay.

  “You worry too much,” she had chided him gently.

  “I am your big brother so I am entitled,” he had told her gruffly. Both of them had grown up without love so it was very hard for them to express it. They had somehow found a way to communicate how they feel to each other.

  “You are two minutes older than I am,” she reminded him dryly.

  “Still…” there was a smile in his voice. “When are you coming home? I am tired of watering your plants and I think the tomatoes you planted are on the verge of dying a slow death.”

  “Marcus Johnson!” she had protested. “Those tomatoes are my pet project and when I left there they were perfectly okay.”

  “I am guessing that they miss you.” He said with a laugh. “Come home girl. You are missed.”

  “Soon.”

  Now as she sat across from the enigmatic man with the jet black hair and penetrating eyes she could not think about home. All she could think about was the waves of desires she could feel emanating from both of them.

  “How about a dance?” he suggested after they had finished eating. Other couples were already on the dance floor and there was a haunting ballad sung in Italian being played. She nodded and lifted her hand for him to take. He pulled her in close to him and she automatically put her hands around his neck and rested her head on his chest. She could feel the steady drumming of his heart as she closed her eyes and melted into him. She had no idea what the woman was singing about but she caught familiar words like: ‘Cara’, Mi amore’ and figured she was singing about the age old story of love. It was as natural as breathing for her to lift her head to him and for him to capture her lips with his. The music faded into the background and the sounds of conversations among the other people was muted as they were both caught up in the intensity of the kiss. Monique opened her mouth beneath his and felt the explosion deep inside her as he deepened the kiss. His hands tightened around her waist bringing her close to him and feeling her generous breasts against his chest. He had told himself that he was going to stay away from her but the imperious message from his father had triggered a desire so deep inside him that he had forgotten about his reservations. He was going to have to become a responsible adult now so he intended to enjoy the last moments of freedom and he wanted to enjoy it with her! He explored her mouth languidly feeling his flesh heat up and his penis becoming hard. She was so giving and he wanted to give her his body like he had never felt before. He broke off the kiss, his breathing hard and looked down at her. His hands drifted up to clasp her face as he stared at the parted lips and the bright eyes. “Let’s go.” He rasped and she nodded. He took her hand and they left together by tacit agreement heading to her room. Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to open the door. He helped her and as soon as they were inside and the door was locked behind them they reached for each other. He pulled her back into his arms burying his mouth on hers again. He pulled her close to him and she gasped as she felt the hardness of him. Her hands curled into the blue shirt he was wearing, her body a trembling mass as his mouth devoured hers. She had never been kissed with such potency before and she relished it, clinging to him with a desperation that was quite unlike her. He broke off and lifting her he headed straight to the bedroom placing her onto the neatly spread bed. She sat up and pulled off her dress revealing the lacy wisp of pink underwear she had on. He stared at her for a moment before slowly taking off his clothes. Monique stared at the magnificent body! He was not overly muscled but his body was well defined and solid. She moaned unconsciously as he took off his underwear. He was fully erect, his thick penis pulsating from the blood flowing through it. He climbed onto the bed and took off her bra, his fingers fiddling with the stiff nipples before bending to take one into his mouth. Monique arched her body, a gasp escaping her mouth. Her fingers curled into the sheets as his tongue swirled around her aching nipple. He moved to the other one and by that time she was a trembling mass of pure and unadulterated lust! She was panting like a dog in heat when his mouth drifted down her flat stomach, her body flushed with heat. She reared up in shock when his mouth touched her pubic area. She was not really a prude but she had never indulged in oral sex before, not because she thought there was anything wrong with it but Lester had never introduced it. His tongue touched the stiff bud and she cried out sharply calling out his name. When his tongue entered her she erupted! The scream ripped through her throat with a force that she could not contain! He tongued her ruthlessly, his fingers gripping her hips to stop her from shifting him from his position. His tongue swirled inside the soft folds of her vagina and even through the mist covering her she could feel her body vibrating with passion.

  He lifted his head and came over her, hesitating for a moment. “Are you on anything?” his voice was hoarse as he struggled to focus. For the first time since he had been with a woman he was not thinking about safety. It had been drummed into his head since he was a little boy that he was a Romano and that meant people would always want something from him especially women.

  “What?” she was not concentrating, the fog was too thick and she was not making sense of anything! “

  “Are you protected?”

  She shook her head and moved towards him. “I am not on- “she moaned as the tip of him touched her mound.

  With a groan he guided his rigid penis inside her, stiffening as her tightness wrapped around him pulling him in. He looked down at her, his expression brooding and unreadable. Monique’s hands crept up his solid chest and felt the warmness of his olive skin. He bent and took her lips with his and started moving inside her. Monique wrapped her feet around his waist and welcomed his slow measured thrusts. His mouth delved into hers feeling the intense heat and magnitude of the passion invading them. He let go of the control that had been hanging by a thread and pushed deep inside her feeling the soft walls of her vagina wrap and clung to him as if it belonged! He could feel the heat of his testicles and knew he was perilously close to flooding her with his juice. He released her lips and used his tongue on her neck and down the hollow of her throat. He dug his fingers into her hips as he felt the orgasm flooding him. He lifted his head and looked down at her. Monique felt the madness surfacing again and she lifted her body closer to him. “Come with me,” he whispered harshly. His words acted like a catalyst for her to let go.

  They came together! The whirlwind effect sending them spinning into orbit! She called out his name digging her nails into the tautness of his shoulders as the second powerful orgasm slammed into her! All her inhibitions had disappeared as she gave into the delicious sensation of being thoroughly and wonderfully sated by this man!

  He did not go back to his hotel room that night. It would not have made sense anyway and he was not willing to leave her. They had recovered enough for him to move out of her but not enough for him to stop touching her. Soon after he was using his mouth all over her body creating such a delicious sensation inside her that he had her calling out his name over and over again! They had finally drifted off into a pleasantly exhausted sleep with her curled underneath his arm.

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  Monique stretched languidly, her e
yes opening to the sunlight streaming through the drapes. She felt the aches in places she had not felt before and the feelings and realization flooded her with the awareness of the night before and the early hours of the morning. He had made love to her and it had been unbelievable! She turned her head expecting to see him on the pillow next to her but he was not there. She looked at the clock and realized that it was almost nine a.m. and hurried off the bed grabbing a robe at the foot of the bed. There was a note! She picked up the hotel’s stationary and read the loopy handwriting. ‘Was thinking of having breakfast and then going for a walk? How about it?”

  She closed her eyes and danced into the bathroom. He had not put a time frame on it but she was sure he was waiting for her. She hurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Her breasts were still tender from his mouth on the nipples and she shivered as she remembered how it had felt. “Stop!” she told herself firmly as she felt her knees weakened. “It was just sex girl, stop making a big deal out of it.” But it did not sound in the least bit convincing! It was simply not just sex! Nothing like what they had experienced could have ‘just’ attached to it.

  She rummaged through her clothes and decided on faded denims that made her derriere look extra shapely and a sleeveless pale blue cotton blouse with a tie at the waist. She brushed her hair back and secured it with a jeweled clip before putting on strappy sandals and she was ready. He was seated at a corner in the breakfast room, and for a moment she felt the shiver running up and down her spine as she stared at him. He was wearing grey t-shirt which stretched across his chest tautly and his jet black hair was tousled as if he had run his fingers through the strands several times. He had his head down and she could see that he had a slim black phone in his hand. She came into his vision and he looked up at her, his intense dark eyes taking in her face and wandering to her bosom. It felt as if his fingers were on her and she felt her nipples hardening! His eyes drifted up to her face and she had a feeling he knew exactly the reaction she was having. He got to his feet and came around to pull out the chair for her. He stood behind her and she could not help but lean back against him. He bent his head and teased her neck, his tongue stroking the skin and causing her to shiver. “How about we go back to your room?” his breath stirred her.