“I’ll come find you,” I challenge. Luciano grabs my breast through my top as his fingers keep playing with me. Isabella leans back while she nibbles on her lips. “Take your time.”
Luciano pulls me in for a kiss, and I can hear Isabella’s heels as she walks around the desk. She leans in closer to us, rubbing her hand up my thigh. Her fingers replace Luciano’s as he keeps hold of me, kissing me deeply. When he pulls away, my lips are covered by Isabella’s and I can’t help but kiss her back. This feels wrong, but also so good.
I’m seconds away from orgasming when Luciano says, “Enough!”
She retreats her fingers from me and sucks on them, leaving my mouth agape. “Until next time.” She winks, walking out and leaving the door wide open.
Turning to Luciano, I snap out of my haze. “What the fuck just happened?” I can’t believe I just had a female fingering me. That was a first.
He chuckles. “That’s Isabella. She isn’t shy about her sexuality.”
“I can see that,” I mutter, shifting to undo his pants. “Still wanting the three-date rule?” I tease.
“Fuck it.” He lifts me onto the desk, and without hesitation, slides his cock inside me hard and deep. I shake against him, his thrusts steady, fast, gripping my hips.
“Luciano,” I moan.
“Yes, Principessa,” he growls, pushing deeper.
I wrap my legs around him, moving with him, riding the waves building inside me. He pulls my breasts free so he can watch them bounce with every thrust.
“Play with your nipples.”
I obey, twisting and stroking, spiraling into an orgasm that has me screaming his name. “Fuck me harder,” I beg.
He grunts, thrusting harder, his length pressing into me like he wants to rip me apart. “You’ve ruined me, Principessa.” I move with him, on the edge of another climax when he bites my breast hard. “I’m going to destroy you. No one else will compare to me.”
“Destroy me, Luciano,” I cry out, shattering into ecstasy.
Collapsing onto the desk, gasping, he pulls free, bends down and licks me clean, giving me another orgasm that has me screaming his name again for anyone to hear.
He slaps my ass. “You’re good to go.”
I quirk a brow once I get myself up. “You said the other day that you don’t share, but you just did…”
“Isabella is the exception,” he says.
“What’s so special about her that makes her the exception?”
“Well for one, she’s stubborn like you, so if I tell her no, she will only go for you harder until she gets to fuck you. So might as well say yes now and get it out of the way.”
“And what else?” I ask.
“Just trust her, Charlie,” he says, tapping his keyboard and getting straight back into business.
I take my time getting ready, letting the morning stretch out on my terms. From my bedroom window, I spot Isabella lounging by the pool, soaking up the sun in a tiny bikini. The sight of her ignites a spark between my legs. I’ve never been into girls, but Isabella’s kiss and the way she fingered me has me second guessing ever so slightly. And Luciano’s words are still stuck in my head. He’s okay with me sleeping with Isabella, and I can’t help but find that strange since he’s so protective over me.
I dig through my closet, pulling out a new Dolce & Gabbana bikini—slightly smaller than Isabella’s, just to make a point—and saunter down to the pool.
Lying on my back beside her, I shoot, “So, you like to perv, huh?” I squint into the sun, trying to work on my tan.
She chuckles like it’s the funniest thing I’ve said. “I’m open about my sexuality, Charlie.”
“I’ve noticed,” I say, catching her shifting on the chair. I peek over, and she’s staring at me.
“You enjoyed me watching, and you definitely liked me touching you.” Her eyes gleam. “I could feel you wanting more.”
I clear my throat and cut to the chase. “What are you really doing here, Isabella?”
