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turned on his
side. The sheet slipped down, revealing his naked body. My eyes
shot away from him, embarrassment heating my cheeks. It was bad
enough that I had to dress him when he was unconscious, but at
least he had underwear on then, and unlike before, he could wake up
now and I most certainly didn’t want him to get mad at me, because
a mad Frano was not a pleasant experience.
    I put the tray down on the
bedside cabinet then pulled the sheet up, which didn’t last long. My
eyes widened as he rolled onto his back, his cock harder than the
bedposts and just as thick. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but
good Lord the man was even bigger than his brother—and Alberto was
a monster. He mumbled a name in his sleep, then his hand went to
his cock, my eyes widening even more as he stroked himself. I
continued to stare, knowing I should cover him, but I was caught
like a deer in headlights, horror and embarrassment as well as the
eroticism of what he was doing transfixing me. He moaned, his hand
continuing to stoke up and down his hard shaft , the foreskin moving back and
forth. I realized I was breathing loudly, almost panting, the room
suddenly getting very hot.
    The loud caw of a crow outside made me
jolt. With the distraction, and a near fatal heart attack, I came
to my senses and I pulled the sheet over him, covering what I
should never have seen in the first place.
    “ Frano,” I said softly, now
afraid to wake him, but knowing Alberto would kick me into tomorrow
if I didn’t make sure his brother ate the soup.
    Frano grunted and pushed the sheet down
with his feet, his right hand still occupied with his cock. I
picked up the sheet again, feeling my face flush even more, because
no matter how much of a monster Frano was, he was a gorgeous
one.
    He arched his back, his breathing growing
heavy, the man looking like he was close to coming. I continued to
stare, knowing I shouldn’t and that he would kill me, maybe
literally if he woke up and caught me watching, but again I
couldn’t make myself move, because his body was a work of art, a
Michelangelo begging to be admired.
    I swore in my mind, not wanting
to see this, only wanting to see Jagger spread out before me, his
body everything I needed and much, much more. I wasn’t cheating on Jagger, because this
wasn’t what I wanted, Frano was just putting on an erotic display,
a temptation I wouldn’t fall for, because no one was more beautiful
than my darling Jagger.
    Frano continued to moan, caught up with
whatever he was imagining, although his mumbled words over a Rita pretty much told me
that he was dreaming about the female agent I’d seen with Jagger.
Just the thought of her angered me, because I should be taking care
of Jagger, NOT her. Another loud moan from Frano made me gasp. I thought he was
going to wake up, but he didn’t, he just kept on stroking himself,
the end of his stiff cock now purple and glistening.
    With my heart in my mouth and
tingles running through me , I picked up the tray and tiptoed to the door,
looking back as Frano let out yet another loud moan. My mouth
dropped open as he came over himself, even hitting his face, the
man certainly a shooter. Before he could open his eyes, I quickly
left the room, closing the door without a sound, but almost
dropping the tray in the process. I steadied the tray, then
steadied myself, greatly relieved that the soup wasn’t garnishing the
carpet.
    Taking a deep breath in, I knocked on
the door, calling out, “Frano, lunch!”
    Swearing came from within.
    I knocked again. “Frano, I have your
food.”
    “ Un momento .”
    I waited, my heart pounding, what I’d seen
not easily wiped from my mind, my face still hot from the
encounter.
    An “Enter” finally came. Came. Good Lord, I still
couldn’t believe I had seen Frano in the throes of an
orgasm, and coming on his own beautiful face. The guilt of seeing it
made me want to drop the tray and rush back to Jagger. I would tell
him everything, making