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darling.”
    He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist to lead her
to the elevator.
    This time during the elevator ride he merely held her tight
to his side. It seemed he could not even look at her. “I cannot touch you more
or I will rip the dress from your body, cara .”
    Pulling her into his suite, he closed the door then told her
to remove her gown and hang it up. As she obeyed, she watched as his eyes
searched the room, alighting on a box of condoms. He held them up in triumph.
    Smiling at him, she strolled naked through the living room
into the bedroom. He followed as she lay down, spreading herself out for him
upon the mattress like a prize.
    He discarded his trousers and his thong in a half second.
Rolling on a condom with a snap, he climbed on the bed and gripped her thighs.
And in one swift stroke, he took her to the hilt. “Oh mia regina ,” he
ground out, unmoving, eyes clamped shut. “I have needed you for hours.”
    Then he fucked her as if he had wanted her for centuries.
And she knew as she panted in her own release that she had wanted him in all
her dreams.
    At the end, as she stretched in sensuous exhaustion, she
rose up to curl long fingers around his nape. “Darling, come here and kiss me.”
And when he had, she savored the taste of him, and whispered, “You astonish me
with your vigor. We have drained you of so much cum in the past twelve hours.”
    “Witch, you are the cause!” He chuckled and hauled her up
from the bed. “Wash!” Dress!” He swatted her ass. “Your sister will disown you
for fucking me too much!”
    “As long as you don’t,” she murmured, shocked at her
bluntness and her implication that she wished for more of him.
    “I won’t. Ever.”
    Loving his sentiment, ignoring what it meant for them beyond
tonight, she began to walk away.
    But he caught her hand. “Come here.” He drew her close. “I
want to love you more.”
    “Tonight,” she assured him.
    “There is so much more we can do together.”
    “Sergio, I—”
    One finger to her lips, he silenced her. “Do not talk.
Listen. Come home with me to Florence and Toscano.”
    She vibrated at the sweet temptation of his invitation. She
loved Italy. Especially Tuscany. The yellow sun, the silvery olive groves, the
green vineyards, the aromas of basil and tomatoes wafting on the air. But she
was beginning to care for him too much. To go to his home would be too
intimate, too satisfying and too heartbreaking when time came for her to leave.
“I can’t.”
    He lifted her chin. His sculpted mouth was severe, his gaze
demanding. “I must show you other joys of a man and woman.”
    She swallowed, so tempted. So needy. So much more bold than
yesterday. “Like what?”
    His black eyes narrowed in want. “Tell me your fantasies.”
    She’d come this far, she could confess more, couldn’t she?
“Toys.”
    He crossed his arms. “I have them.”
    Her cunt quivered in anticipation. “Chains?”
    His brows danced high. “I have a special one.”
    She squeezed her pussy lips together in delight. “You do?
What else?”
    “For you, my darling,” he put his hot lips to her ear, “bold
delights handed down in my family for centuries.”
    “Centuries, eh?” She nestled closer to him and spoke on his
mouth. “Like what?”
    “Ah, if I tell you, bella , where is the surprise?”
    She examined his charming face and pondered if she was
strong enough to take his invitation, enjoy his rare delights and at the end
leave him with her heart intact.
    He plunged his hands into the wealth of her hair, tugging
her head back with urgency. “What business do you have this week?”
    “I have an appointment tomorrow morning with my agent about
the TV show and then,” she sighed as she foresaw a solitary week, “I am
writing.”
    “I too have an appointment tomorrow morning in the city.
After that I plan to fly home. Come with me, my darling. One week. Seven days,
seven nights. I have my jet at JFK airport. The pilot is