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Lovingly.

Finally, exhausted, I pulled out of her…

And we lay in each other’s arms until we fell asleep.

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Sofia

It went on and on like that throughout the night.

Mind-blowing sex for an hour, followed by cuddling and a nap…

Then one of us would stir and wake the other up, which would lead to a kiss…

And touching…

And then more mind-blowing sex.

By the time the sun came up, my body was physically exhausted from dozens of orgasms…

But I was also happier than I had ever been in my life.

As good as Macau had been, our night together in Taormina was even better.

There was a growing trust there…

A tenderness that let me open up to him in a way I never had with anyone else.

Everything was wonderful.

And then he had to go and fucking ruin it.

In the morning, we showered together. We kissed and caressed each other more than we got clean, and got so turned on we had sex in the shower.

After that, we ordered room service. While we waited, I slipped into one of the room’s terrycloth robes, and he put on his pants and white linen shirt.

Once breakfast came, we sat out on the balcony of my hotel room, sipping cappuccinos and eating pastries. All of Taormina spread out below us, with the sparkling bay off to our left and Mt. Etna far in the distance.

“Have you given any more thought about my offer?” Niccolo asked.

I sighed. “Can we not talk business today?”

I’d enjoyed our time together so much that I was dreading going back to Fausto.

With Niccolo, it was all about sex and pleasure and living life to the fullest – seizing the day and living in the moment.

With Fausto, it was about grinding away in an increasingly unpleasant job, working for a man I hated, just so I could be financially independent and never have to rely on anyone ever again.

Part of me just wanted to run away with Niccolo, like Peter Pan and Wendy, and never have to deal with real life again.

That wasn’t what Niccolo wanted, though.

“It’s not so much ‘business’ as it is ‘life and death,’ you know,” he said. There was a reproving tone in his voice unlike his usual impish humor.

“I really don’t want to talk about it right now,” I said, trying to steer us away from the unpleasantness of being on oppositesides of a mafia war. “I just want to forget the outside world for a while.”

That irritated him even more.

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