It only takes a few more minutes, though, for clarity to break though, and I realize that we are in a very precarious position.
“Feel better?” I whisper to Alessio.
He turns his head to look into my eyes, and I swear…my heart leaps into my throat.
“Much better,” he whispers back to me.
His eyelashes brush my cheek before he finally slides out of my lap.
“I call shower first,” he says casually.
The way he walks, though, his knees are obviously a bit weak, and I can’t help but smirk.
I lean back further on the couch and rake my fingers through my hair as I watch him head into the bathroom and hear the shower turn on.
I can’t believe I just did that.
I can’t believe I did that.
After Alessio showered and disappeared back into the bedroom, all I’ve been able to do is sit awake and wonder what this means now. It can’t mean anything, obviously. The man ismarried to Rosalie and they’re about to have their very public ceremony in just under twelve hours.
Still, I find myself wondering… What the hell just happened?
Alessio crying. Alessio freaking out over his father and then… He gets me off and I get him off. That should be normal to me, after all it’s not the first time I’ve had sex with someone because they needed a distraction from their shitty life. For some odd reason, I can’t get this specific time out of my head.
Guilt.
I realize as the sun begins to pop up over the horizon that what I’m feeling is guilt. I’m supposed to be working for these people, not fucking them.
More importantly, I’m supposed to be protecting Rosalie, and finding out information about Alessio, not watching him suck my dick on his knees and…
I swallow hard. It’s difficult not to fall right back into arousal when I imagine what happened just hours ago.
Before Alessio and Rosalie get out of bed, before we have to leave for the cathedral, I hop in the shower myself.
The hot water running down my muscular body helps ease some of the tenson I’m feeling, but it also reminds me of how warm Alessio’s body was. How hard and throbbing his length had been in my hand.
I rinse the shampoo out of my hair, and as I do so, I realize that Alessio and I will smell the same today. Same soap, same shampoo…same scent.
I quickly finish my shower and get dressed in my all-black suit, ready to take on the day. Ready to forget about what happened.
Though, the guilt still tumbles around in my stomach like a hard rock.
I glance at the clock.
Seven-forty-two.
Rosalie gets up first. She heads to the shower, but she’s carrying a small bag of toiletries that were brought over for her.
I debate briefly if she might know about what happened between me and her husband. If she would even really care.
That’s bullshit.
I’m only trying to tell myself she wouldn’t care so that I can avoid the guilt.
I close my eyes, trying to will myself to some other place. Some imaginary place where the sky is blue, the air is hot, and the breeze smells salty and sweet.
However, I hear the floor creak and my eyes open to see Alessio standing there in a pair of snuggly fitting jeans and V-neck t-shirt, his hair pulled up loosely behind his head.
