She was that the moment I laid eyes on her. On her curves. On her talent. On her wide-eyed naivety and optimism.
The douche scrambles to his feet. Turns. Runs.
I look up at the balcony.
Bella is leaning over the railing. Her eyes are flooded with shock.
But then her lips curl into a smile of gratitude …
And something else.
She looks turned on. Aroused chest rising and falling. Biting her lip again, but this time, like she wants me to notice it. Just like when she walked up the stairs earlier. Shifting that big beautiful ass from side to side.
My cock floods with so much tension it’s about to burst free.
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BELLA
Itry to focus on my work. But the brush trembles in my hand.
I feel like Alice in Wonderland.
The bus lopes over the hills. Leaving me here with the man who protected me like it was the only thing he could do. Like any other course of action would be unacceptable.
I know he’s behind me again. At the balcony door, leaning against the wall. His muscles tight with tension like he’s getting ready to explode out of his clothes and pull me into his arms.
Kiss me. Take it further.
I almost laugh out loud.
Would I even be able to handle that?
But I saw his crotch. His rock-hard manhood in his pants. He didn’t even try to hide it. Every time he looks at me, he’s hard. Like he can’t control himself. And I don’t want him to.
When the sky cracks and grey clouds gather, he walks to the railing. Leans against it casually.
But every inch of him is hard hungry marble.
“Looks like a storm is rolling in,” he says. “You better stay for dinner.”
I try for a laugh. It comes out as more of a moan. “You say that like I have a choice.”
He smirks. “Something tells me you want me to take the lead.”
I swallow. He’s hit the bullseye. “You’re not wrong,” I murmur.
He steps forward. Reaches down. Brushes his hand across my face. I gasp and angle my head toward his touch. Electricity sparks over me. He groans as he brushes hair from my cheek.
“Then I’ll take control,” he growls, leaning down.
Before anything can happen—what the hell is going to happen?—a shrill metallic ring comes from somewhere distant, inside the villa.
He tenses.
His demeanor somehow gets darker. He steps back, fists clenched.
“Excuse me, I have to take that,” he groans. “Wish I didn’t, but even men like me have responsibilities.”
