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Free to do what I wanted, maybe for the first time ever.

“…I can’t,” I whispered, though it hurt to say it.

Niccolo gave me a sad, pained smile…

But then he moved closer to me.

I wasn’t afraid of what he would do – there were two dozen other people in the room with us, and he wouldn’t risk violence out here in the open –

But I was afraid of how my body responded to his touch…

How my heart longed to hear more of his words.

He put his hands softly on my face.

An almost erotic electricity danced between his skin and mine.

His body pressed against me, and all I could feel was longing.

He leaned down to my ear and whispered, “Then please… just give me one more night. Can you do that?”

I knew I shouldn’t –

I knew I should say no –

But I wanted it too much.

“…yes…” I breathed…

And then he kissed me.

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We rushed out of the Galleria Borghese, flagged down a taxi, and raced to the nearest hotel as fast as the driver could take us.

Thank God it was only half a mile away, or we might have done it right there in the back of the cab.

Niccolo tipped the driver a hundred, then we ran into the hotel – a very nice one – and Niccolo booked a room while holding and caressing my hand.

The desk agent looked askance at us, sensing the vibe –

But he hurried it all up after Niccolo basically threw a wad of cash at him.

Once we had the key, we rushed up to the fourth floor in an elevator.

I was half-undressed by the time we got through the door.

We ripped off each other’s clothes, frantically stripping naked –

And then Niccolo flung off the comforter and threw me down on the bed.

There was no preamble – no oral sex or foreplay, other than everything we’d done so far.

I didn’t need it; I was already dripping wet.

As I spread my legs for him, he straddled my body with his strong arms –

Placed the tip of his rock-hard cock at the lips of my pussy –

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