Beatrice stood, walking over to them. “I can’t believe you’re late again!”
“Tell your husband he gave us the wrong directions to this lake house!” Caspian said far too loudly, hugging Bea as he winked in my direction.
“I can’t believe you!” Bea teased over her shoulder. “No wonder Elena and Gastone are still not here!”
We had all gathered at my lakehouse to celebrate the start of winter. It wasn’t really an occasion, but Beatrice insisted Christmas month was a whole thing, and we had just returnedfrom Italy, and dearly missed our family. The past year flew by so fast, and with that, our ties only strengthened.
“Don’t tell me you guys took directions from Arko!” My traitorous brother Anton flung an arm over my shoulder, the little eavesdropper. “Remember that time he got us lost on that hike?”
“Enough, enough.” I glared playfully. “I’ve got plenty of stories of my own. Let me tell you what Bea did in—”
Just then, Bea gasped and smacked her hand over my mouth, looking mortified. “Don’t you dare.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear, her lips brushing the soft skin of my lobes. The teacher, along with the memory of exactly what she did in Rome and what she wore while doing it, had heat flooding down my spine.
I grabbed her by the waist and twirled her around until her back was cushioned up against my chest. I leaned down too, now whispering in her ear. “Then stop teasing me…”
I felt her arch her back, saw the flush in her cheeks. She pulled away from under my arm, and time froze still as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, which shimmered hazel in this light.
She leaned up, curling her arms around my neck. “Talking about Rome…you think they’ll miss us if we disappear for a while?”
“I never did show you the bedroom in this place properly, did I?” I asked, giving her a devilish grin.
“I hate when you don’t keep promises.” She bit her lower lip, her hooded gaze dropping to mine.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the thrill in the rebellion, but the next thing we knew, Bea and I were sneaking out of the living room.
“Hey! Where are you two going?” Federico shouted after us, but it was soon followed up by some strict admonishment on Autumn’s part.
“We aren’t even trying to be subtle,” Beatrice laughed as we ran up the stairs.
“Fuck subtle,” I said, scooping her up in my arms the minute we reached the top, carrying her to the bedroom at the end.
We walked in, and I set her down on the floor, kicking the door shut behind me. My eyes never strayed from Beatrice, and I watched as she stood there, her lips half-parted, a naughty smile playing on her lips, her cheeks utterly flushed, and her eyes wrecked.
“What story were you going to tell about me again?” she asked, walking over toward me. My eyes fell to her hips and how they swayed. My hands grabbed them as she neared, reaching for my buttons.
“Well, well, well, Mrs. Pavlov,” I whispered, kissing the nape of her neck as she worked on the buttons. “There were far too many, but Rome came to mind.”
“Yeah?” Her voice turned sexy as she shed the shirt off my back. I reached for her dress, sliding my hands up her thighs and hooking my fingers through her panties. She gasped, and her voice was a whisper. “You really liked that thong, didn’t you?”
“Tell me you’re wearing a thong tonight,” I groaned, reaching for the back of her ass. When I found just skin, I feltthe heat rush to my cock. I squeezed, smacking her ass for good measure, before soothing out the sting with my hand.
And from that point on, we were feral. She reached for the back of her dress, letting it fall. I reached for my belt and threw it across the couch. She tugged down my trousers, while I slid off her panties.
And then, we were gloriously naked together. I stood there a moment, just taking my time to admire this insanely beautiful woman in front of me.
“I still can’t believe you’re mine,” I whispered, gently grazing my finger against her lips before trailing down to her breasts. She arched as I circled her nipples, watching them pebble pink and dark beneath my touch.
She gasped and jerked when I dipped my head, taking my tongue to one of them. God, I could smell her skin, vanilla and divine. Immediately, I felt my cock lurch against my leg. She must have felt it, too, because she pulled at my hair, bringing me to a stop.
“What?” I asked, indignant at not being given the pleasure of enjoying her.
“Remember,” she whispered, dropping to her knees seductively slow. “We have guests waiting downstairs.”
“How can I forget when you remind me every five seconds?” I groaned at the sight before me, and being weak in her presence and unable to stop whatever Beatrice wanted to do, I twined my hands through her hair. From where I stood, she looked like sin. I watched as she pulled down my boxers and how her eyes widened at the sight of my cock.
From that first stroke of her tongue, along the underside of my cock, I was a goner.
I let my head hit the door as she took me in my mouth. Her tongue, wet and soft, slid all the way down to my cock, and I felt the blunt head hit the back of her throat.
