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“Undoubtedly.” He laughs, and I smile up at the ceiling. He licks me again, this time deeper and with the flat of his thick tongue. My toes curl. My hands cling to his muscular shoulders.

Wow.

I fucking love Rome.

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An hour later, I lean up against the tiles in the shower as Rico rubs his soapy hands all over as he washes me. I’m sleepy, sated, and damn if I haven’t just had the best night of my life. He takes care of me and washes my legs, my sex, my behind, and then moves around behind me to wash my back.

I smile dreamily with my eyes closed. “Can you move to Australia and become my servant?”

He moves my hair to one side and kisses my neck tenderly. “Now, there’s an idea.”

His soapy hands roam over my breasts and stomach. He has explored every inch of my body, as if memorizing it. “What are your plans?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“When do you leave?”

“Monday morning. I’m meeting my friend Natalie in Sorrento and we’re traveling through the Amalfi Coast for two weeks. After that, I come back to Rome for a few days before flying home.”

“You know… one night really isn’t enough to get the full Roman experience.”

I smile. “Oh, really?”

His lips slide to my neck again. “You should probably come back to my house for the weekend.”

I bite my lip to hide my smile. “And why would I do that?”

“To clean my bathroom.”

I burst out laughing and spin back to him. Suddenly, we fall serious. “You want me to stay with you?” He nods, and I run my fingers through his two-day stubble.

“I should warn you,” I begin.

“I know. If you clean my bathroom I will be ruined for other women.”

I laugh out loud. I wasn’t going to say that at all. “Precisely.”

Chapter 3

OLIVIA

I stare at the exotic building in front of us. It has cream-colored rendering with a beautiful terracotta tiled roof.

“You live here?” I frown.

“Uh-huh,” Rico says as he pays the driver. They begin to speak to each other in Italian.

We had to catch an Uber here to bring my suitcase. We’ll pick up his motorcycle later.

He takes my hand and helps me out of the car. “Grazie,” he calls.

The building is swanky with a big garden and a circular driveway. I look around in shock. This is not where I would have expected him to live at all.

He leads me through the fancy metal gates and up toward the huge double doors. “Who do you live here with?” I ask.

“By myself.”