Page 43 of The Arianna Arrangement

Before long, we were out of Brooklyn and entering Queens. There didn’t seem to be a Ricci escort, and I was grateful because we were not their favorite people. My father and Don Ricci had feuded over several things over the years and his son seemed to be just as sadistic as he is.

Finally, we were at JFK and I felt Tucker let out a sigh of relief.

I’d never been on a plane before since my father didn’t see the need to leave the city, and we always just drove to and from Crestwood. Knowing that we had a private plane and didn’t have to worry about other people made me relax. If I freaked out, Tucker would comfort me and I didn’t have to worry about making a fool of myself in front of anyone.

Well, other than security, but I wasn’t concerned with them. Especially since some of them only worked for the Givenchy’s a couple weeks a year when we’d go visit my parents. Tucker’s Aunt Silver had some cousins that lived far off that would take vacation from work to work security for the Givenchy’s.

I couldn’t imagine needing money so badly that you’d take a vacation from work to do more work, but I guess that was the life a lot of people lived. Rowdy and Gunner got out of the car in front of us and watched the area while Tuck and I walked to the plane. Those two were serious as shit when they were on duty.

Boarding the plane, having eight security for me and Tuck felt overkill, but Zephyr Givenchy wasn’t going to take any chances with his heir leaving the country.

Hopefully this next week would be the reset Tucker and I needed from the hell we’d been living the past two months.

This place was a literal paradise. I’d only been to the beach once before, when my father got permission from Don Accardi to let us cross into his territory to go to Pier 4 Beach. I’d thought it was the most beautiful place in the world, when I was ten, but now, standing on this beach in Barbados, the ocean seeming endless, I realized there was absolutely no comparison.

“I can’t believe we get to stay here for a week.”

Tucker walked up behind me and put his hands around my waist, resting his chin on my head. “I know. I’ve always loved going to the beach, but this one is next level.”

We’d made it to our destination just in time to see the sun set over the ocean. Sean and Christian were nearby while the rest of security took our bags to our rooms so we could enjoy this moment.

Even though we’d come straight from the airport to the beach, so we hadn’t had time to change or even get towels to sit on, Tuck and I sat in the sand, his arms around me, while we watched the sun sink lower and lower over the horizon.

Well, I watched the sun. Tucker’s attention seemed to be firmly on me as he placed open mouth kisses on my neck, and moved the neck of my dress over to continue kissing along my shoulders. The hand that had been on my knee slowly moved under my dress, careful not to draw too much attention to us.

I knew our security could see us, but with where they were positioned, they wouldn’t have a view of his hand or what he was doing with it. Thank God. I’d had enough with being watched for probably the rest of my life, but I definitely wanted him to keep going.

As soon as his finger lightly brushed my clit, I was a goner. I needed this release more than I needed my next breath. A small moan escaped me and Tucker chuckled before whispering in my ear. “You’re going to have to stay quiet for me, Vita Mia. I don’t want my men hearing those sexy sounds falling from your lips. Those are for me only.”

Fuck. The rasp in Tucker’s voice was enough to have me panting for him. I loved when he lost control, and I knew that sound was the telltale sign that he was close. The finger that had been circling my clit slid lower, collecting some of the dampness pooling from me. He groaned low enough the others couldn’t hear, then pushed a finger inside.

“Fuck, Ari. You’re so damn tight.” His finger moved in and out a few times, then he found a place that had me struggling to not buck my hips and scream his name in pleasure. Dear God, that must be the g-spot. People talked about how awesome it felt to have someone massage it, but I had no idea it would be that good. He chuckled again. “You like that?” All I could do was nod. “Good. Now, be my good girl and cum all over my finger. Then, I’ll take you inside and eat my dessert before fucking you properly.”

I should have been embarrassed that his words were enough to send me over the edge, but I wasn’t because I couldn’t wait until his mouth was over my clit and we could finally connect in the way I’d been wanting to for a couple of years.

Tucker didn’t waste any time. As soon as my orgasm had passed, one that was definitely better now that I wasn’t empty during it, he had me in his arms, carrying me bridal style into the condo.

Sean and Christian didn’t say a word, just followed us to our room, but thankfully, not inside of it.

Tuck carried me straight to the bed, standing me on my feet at the edge of it, before slowly removing my dress. He’d seen me naked before, but the way his eyes hooded as they trailed over my body made it feel like this really was the first time.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Ari.”

He was wearing way too many clothes still, so I slipped my hands in his shirt, running them along his abs and pecs before lifting the soft fabric over his head. As soon as it was on the floor, his lips crashed into mine.

He kissed me like a man starved, and I couldn’t wait to be his meal. The rest of his clothes came off quickly, masterful at removing them without breaking our kiss. As soon as they were gone, his hands moved up to my breasts, palming them, like he was testing their weight, before flicking his thumbs lightly over my nipples.

I groaned as he did it again, while closing the distance in our hips, pressing his erection against my stomach. The only other men I’d seen were Sandro one day when I walked into his room without knocking, and on the porn I’d watched a few times to try to figure out how to give a good blowjob, so I didn’t have a lot to compare him too, but I knew Tucker wasn’t small. The fact that he fit inside me without tearing me in two seemed impressive.

When Tucker broke the kiss, his lips didn’t leave me for long. He trailed kisses down my neck, all the way to my nipple, lapping it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it fully into his mouth.

My knees buckled underneath me at the sensation. Fuck, he was so good at working my body just right.

Without a word, he moved an arm under my thighs and picked me up, setting me on the bed, then pushing me back so I was laying down. He continued his descent until his face was all up in my business. His pupils were completely blown now as his eyes connected with mine.

Our eyes stayed locked together as he licked his way through my slit, then circled my clit with his tongue. “Mine.” It was almost more growl than an actual word and it turned me the fuck on. Tucker wasn’t usually the possessive type, but seeing that side of him now had some primal part in me singing for joy.

“Yours.”