Page 44 of Capri

Capri laughs, bringing a smile to my face.

I throw my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my side and catching a whiff of her lavender scent. I picked Capri up right on time, and the sight of her in a pink mini dress with white sneakers had me questioning our plans.

I could take her back to my penthouse and fuck her senseless but that wouldn’t be much of a memorable trip for her.

I’ll take her on an adventure date and then fuck her there.

Preferably in this dress.

“Love the dress, mi amore,” I whisper into her ear. “Pick this out for me?”

She giggles, her breath catching at the feel of my steady stroke on her thigh. “It’s possible. You speak Italian?”

“Self-taught. I’m still pretty inconsistent, but I can get by. Romeo and Luca have taught me a lot.”

Capri nods. “I’d imagine living here would make it somewhat easy to catch on, so that makes sense.”

“Yeah. I’m American, so I came here knowing nothing.”

“I thought so,” Capri says, like things are finally making sense. “When we met in the candy shop, you sounded American, but I didn’t want to assume.”

“You assumed right. Born and raised. What about you?”

“Same. Nothing exciting. Actually, this trip was the first time I’ve ever flown on an airplane,” she tells me casually, like it’s not hard to believe.

“You’re kidding?” I gape.

Capri shakes her head, settling into my arm as we drive down the coast. “Never. I know…I was deprived as a child.”

I throw my head back and chuckle. “I’d say,” I reply, my thoughts suddenly drifting elsewhere. “Anything else you’re deprived of, sweetheart?”

“Mhm, lots of things,” she whispers, reaching to stroke the stubble across my face. I love how one small shift in our conversation can lead to a sexual pull we both need.

“Care to share?” I lean into the feel of Capri’s dainty hands, soaking up her touch. The wind blows her hair in every direction, while car horns and distant voices resound around us, yet her focus is solely on me.

It seems to always be like that when we’re together.

“I’m not sure you could keep up, old man.” The moan that escapes her lips makes me frantic.

“Is that so? I told you I was good at taking care of my things, Capri. This week, that means you.”

Her blue eyes stare back at me with just as much sincerity as lust. She wants me, but it’s obvious she sees more in me than that.

I’m not sure what to do with that epiphany.

“Permission to take care of me, Jones.”

“No hesitation?” I ask.

She kisses me on the cheek and moves my hand to the apex of her thighs. “None.”

Sleep must have done her good because last night’s reticence has vanished.

“I’m greedy, Capri. I don’t know how not to be.”

“I can handle it.”

My hand moves higher up her thigh. I can feel her heat from here.

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