Page 124 of Dominance

“So is mine, apparently.”

“Used to be rivals, your ancestors and mine. They finally quashed their squabbles in the early 1900s. Then my great-uncle and your great-great-aunt married. Joined the families.”

“It’s so strange. To have all this history that I never had a clue about.”

“I can show you. Some of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re in Florence! This is where it all started.” He sits up, stretching. Looking back over that muscular, chiseled shoulder his eyes light up. “Spend the day with me. Here. We’ll see the sights. Get to know each other better.”

“I could be convinced…”

“Hm … coffee?Breakfast?”

“Now we’re talking. But I need a shower first.” I spring off the bed, rushing to the bathroom. “And I need you to tell me all about…everything.”

“Deal.” Adriano chases me across the room, sweeping me up into his arms. “But only if you do the same.”

“Eye for an eye,signore.” I shake my hands, fingers pointed into a stereotypical gesture.

“No one does that.”

“I watched you do it just yesterday when you were shouting at me. Both hands.”

“Shut up. I did not. And I was not the only one shouting. Or gesticulating.”

“Gesticulating? Is that what that was, the thing you did with your middle finger…?” I wag my eyebrows, instantly making him blush. “Besides, I was justdefendingmyself.”

“More like deflecting,” he scoffs.

“Now you’re just projecting.”

“I can definitely project exactly how this argument is going to end.” His head dips, leaning in way too close.

God, those lips …

“Me too…” I lean in closer, drawing him in.

“Tell me. Or better,showme.”

My lips brush his, my fingers curling around his rapidly hardening manhood. Adriano smiles, looking like he won.

“With you going to the car to get my things since you forced me out of it at gunpoint?”

And I’m gone, flipping my hair in his face and closing the door. Turning on the water, I hear him fumble over several attempts at a rebuttal before stomping off.

A few luxuriously hot minutes into my shower, I hear the door close out in the room, then a soft knock at the door.

“Come in.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Only if you promise to behave.”

“Nope.” He’s stepping in behind me, closing the curtain.

Soaped up and rinsed off, I lean to the side, letting the water hit him over my shoulder.

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