If you fuck this up, Francesca, there won’t be a next time.
My eyes roam through the shelves and around the level, I can’t see him. I walk to the front windows and peer out onto the street below, Antonio’s car is just out of sight.
Damn it.
Making my way through the shelving, I arrive in a back corner and then I feel my hair being swept to the side from behind, I stop still and feel his breath on my neck.
“Cheska,” he whispers.
I close my eyes and his lips dust my ear, goose bumps scatter all over my skin.
“We’re finally alone, baby.”
I force myself to turn and he smiles down at me, his eyes are big and brown, his jaw is square, and he is undoubtedly the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen, my heart stops.
Oh….
“It’s your turn to kiss me this time,” he breathes.
I don’t even know what I’m doing.
“Remember how I taught you?”
Not really.
He takes my hands in his and leans in, we stand cheek to cheek.
“Do you even want to?” he asks.
I nod, and before he can reply I stand up on my toes and kiss his lips, he smiles against me. “That’s it.” I take his face in my hands as my lips linger over his.
His hands slide down to my waist and we kiss again, longer this time.
With a little suction…and so much want.
His tongue slowly slides into my parted lips, and I smile against him. “You like that, angel?”
I nod shyly.
“Do you like this?” He kisses me deeper, my eyes close as his tongue dances seductively against mine, it does things to me as I begin to feel my pulse between my legs.
My hands slide up over his muscular back and shoulders as we really kiss and damn my security guards. This is worth the risk of being caught, I don’t even care anymore.
I don’t want to be the little girl my family demands of me anymore.
I want to be a woman for him.
Suddenly, I’m desperate, I push him up against the wall and kiss him harder.
“Fuck yeah.” He smiles against me and I can feel his erection as it pushes up against my stomach.
Euphoria runs through me, excited that he’s excited. I love the feel of his hardened body up against mine, I love that I’ve done this to him. I slide my hand down over it in his jeans, I can feel the outline, it’s big.
I want to know more.
Our kiss turns frantic, it’s like our lives depend on it, because at this moment this is all we have.
We stumble to the side and he pulls back, panting. And if I’m not mistaken, shocked.
“What are you doing?” he whispers.
“Kissing my boyfriend, what does it look like?”
“You want…. You…. Want.” He swallows a lump in his throat as he trips over his words. “You want me to be your boyfriend?”
Oh crap, now I’ve done it. What did I say that for?
Unable to stop myself, I nod as I rub my hand up over his dick. Who even am I? He’s turned me into a sex-starved animal.
“Jesus, Chesk,” he whispers.
“Yes. Or no?”
He takes my face in his hands and stares down at me. “Then it’s a fucking yes.”
We kiss as we smile against each other, and he looks around and then takes my hand and pulls me into the bathroom.
He locks the door behind us and suddenly in the small space the air between us crackles. There’s a bench seat he sits down on and straddles my legs over him.
We stare at each other as our most private parts touch.
“Teach me more,” I whisper.
He looks up at me in awe and slides his hand up under my dress and grabs my behind, he begins to rock me over his dick.
Back and forth. Back and forth…and the feeling begins to grow between us.
Closeness, tenderness, but more than anything.
Desire.
Then he slides his finger under the leg of my panties, we stare at each other as his fingers explore me there.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs.
Oh no.
“Is that bad?” I whisper.
He smiles, amused by my innocence. “No, baby. That’s good.” His lips softly take mine as his finger slowly slides inside of me and I whimper into his mouth.
“Oh….”
He begins to slowly work me and I shudder as I hold my breath.
For the love of all things holy….
I see stars.
He puts his lips to my ear. “You’re not as innocent as you make out.” He bites my neck and I smile bashfully, maybe he’s right? I sure don’t feel innocent right at this moment.
“Only for you.”
He pumps me hard as if losing control. “That’s right, only for me.”
Knock, knock, sounds abruptly on the door. “Francesca,” the voice snaps.
Our eyes widen in horror, Antonio.
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Francesca
I jump off his lap and Giuliano pulls my dress down and smooths it.
“Yes,” I call.
“Is everything alright?” Antonio asks.
Giuliano puts his finger to his lips to signify silence.
I wave my hands around in a panic. “I’m not feeling well.”
“Can I….”
“I’ll be out in a moment.” I cut him off. “I would like some privacy, please. I’ll meet you out the front, we should go home.”
“Okay.”
I put my head into my hands in dismay, my body is still pumping with arousal.
“It’s okay, just go out there and act natural,” Giuliano whispers as he straightens my hair and kisses me softly. “Call me when you get home.”
I nod sadly as my eyes fill with tears.
His face falls. “What’s wrong?”
“I just wanted ten minutes alone with you,” I whisper.
“I know.” He kisses me softly. “Me too.” He turns me toward the door. “But now, you need to go.” He stands behind the door and I steel myself. I walk out and close the door behind me and I hear him flick the lock. I storm down the stairs and glance over at Anna who is now back sitting at our original table, she looks like she is about to pass out. I walk over and kiss her cheek. “I have to go.”
“Did you get caught?” she whispers.
“No.”
She puts her hand over her chest. “Thank God.”
“I wish I did,” I whisper angrily as I pack up my books. “I just wanted to be alone with him, is that too much to fucking ask. I’m running away.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m running away.”
“You can’t run away, what are you talking about?”
“Well, I can’t live like this. Prisoners get more freedom than I do.”
“I’m sorry,” she says sadly. “This is so crap.”
“Where’s Valentino?” I ask as I look around the library.
“He’s gone up the other set of stairs in case Giuliano needed him.” She smiles goofily and widens her eyes. “Ahh, forget to mention how hot his fucking friend is, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t even know he was coming,” I gasp. “What were you two talking about, anyway?”
“I don’t remember, he was talking and I was too busy staring at him to reply.”
I smirk. “Can you wait for Giuliano and see if he’s, okay?” I whisper, “He’s locked in the bathroom upstairs.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks.” I bend and hug her and then make my way to the front door, Antonio is waiting and I glare at him and storm past toward the car. “Is everything alright?” he asks as he follows me.
“I would just like two minutes’ peace, Antonio, without you following me everywhere. I was in the bathroom, for Christ’s sake,” I snap.