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I gave her alotmore.

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Sofia

We slept very little that night.

We would fuck to the point of exhaustion…

Doze for a while in each other’s arms…

Then wake up and go at it all over again.

It was one hell of a night.

Unfortunately, night finally gave way to morning.

After showering together and having sex one last time, we dressed and ordered room service for breakfast.

My pussy was achingly sore, but I wouldn’t have traded our night together for anything in the world.

Well…

Nothing short of ten million euros, anyway.

And maybe not even that.

As we ate croissants and drank espresso, I said, “Do you think that maybe… if we don’t kill each other… we can do this again?”

Niccolo smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Then let’s try not to kill each other until we do.”

His smile became a huge grin. “Agreed. Why don’t you give me your phone number? As a back channel for communicating.”

“So you can get your corrupt cops in Florence to trace me and find out where I’m hiding out? No thank you.”

“That’s not really the sort of thing the cops help us with.”

“I don’t care.”

“You really don’t trust me, do you?”

“No.”

“Wise,” I said approvingly. “But what if I swore on my family’s lives that I won’t use your number for any other purpose than to contact you?”

I gestured with my hand. “Go ahead.”

“Alright – I swear on my family’s lives that I won’t use your phone number for any purpose other than to contact you.”

“Alright… give me your number and I’ll contactyou.”

He laughed, then reached for a pen and a piece of hotel stationery. “Fausto already knows my number, so I’m not exactly giving you a secret here. But call me or text me when you’re ready to talk.”

He slid the piece of paper across the room service table. I took it, folded it, and put it in my purse.

We chatted a bit more… mostly just banter and small talk…

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