Page 44 of One Filthy Kiss

“Can I go with him? Please?”

How can I refuse?

I trust her with Ric as much as I trust her with Gio; wherever Amber goes, a whole bunch of bodyguards will go too.

Any reluctance I might feel about not spending the day with her while we’re on vacation quickly fades when I think of Gio.

“Okay, but I want you to hold Ric’s hand everywhere you go.”

“I will, I promise.”

Instead of being chained, naked, to Gio’s bedposts when he gets back, I’m covered in flour, damp hair sticking to my forehead, with chocolate smeared across my chin.

He grins when he sees the mess in the kitchen. He, of course, is immaculate in a crisp white shirt, and gray pants.

Depositing a suitcase onto the counter, he skirts around the island, winds his fingers through my hair, tilts my head back and kisses me, long andhard.

I forget that I’m holding a wooden spoon covered in vanilla flavored dough studded with Oreo chunks and peanut butter. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and gaze into his beautiful brown eyes while he sticks his tongue down my throat.

He carries me through the bedroom, lowers me onto the bed, and watches me while he undresses.

“Ciao, fiore. I missed you.”

My chest swells with joy.He missed me!

“I missed you too.”

“How much?” His voice is husky.

I spread my hands as far apart as they will go. “This much.”

He chuckles, and the sound sends shivers of excitement right through me. “I thought you would be ready for me?”

“I considered chaining myself to your bed, but I couldn’t quite work out the logistics.”

His cock springs free and bounces against his abdomen as he lowers his boxers. “I’m sure that it could be arranged.”

He goes into the dressing room and returns with a handful of silk ties.

“Take off your clothes, fiore. I want to see what I’ve been missing.”

I drag the T-shirt over my head, hoping that he doesn’t notice the chocolate stains on the front. Then, I stand up and take off the denim shorts, facing him wearing only my panties.

His eyes devour my body, and my sex starts throbbing. “And the panties, Meggie. I want to see all of you.”

I push them over my hips and step out of them. My nipples are erect, and I’m dripping wet, and I still can’t believe that a man can have such an effect on my body that I’m powerless to control it.

“Lay down, fiore.” His cock bobs with each word.

I don’t need to be told twice. I lay back on the bed, spreadeagled, and my pussy thrums in anticipation for him to come and fill me up.

Gio doesn’t speak as he binds my wrists to the bedposts first, and then my ankles. I watch him watching me, every nerve end in my body tingling.

He climbs onto the bed and lies beside me, his body pressed against mine. He kisses my ear, my neck, my jawline, licking the chocolate from my chin. He nibbles his way down to my breasts and sucks on my nipples, slowly, teasing them until they’re pink and engorged.

Then, he straddles my legs, parts the folds of my sex with his fingers and dips his head. “Are you ready for me now, fiore?” His breath is warm on my pussy.

“Yes,” I whisper.