“Suck it,” I demanded. “Fucking suck my dick.”
Her lips wrapped around my tip and my head snapped back as my hand flew along my shaft, stroking harder, faster until I could hardly breath. Jesus it was good. So, fucking good. The pressure built. My hips rocked back and forth, thrusting into my hand.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…chanted in my brain as my balls tightened and I thrust hard, shooting one load and then another on the Italian-tiled shower wall. Even as the sexual tension in my body waned, my dick still twitched and throbbed with my orgasm.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I said under my breath. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard. But the sexual satisfaction was followed by guilt and self-repulsion. I couldn’t think of her like that. Not anymore. Jesus, if my brothers knew I was getting off on her, they’d have my grandmother toss me out of the company so fast.
I turned the water to cold, letting the chill of the spray freeze away the burn. I washed and then dressed in clean khaki slacks and a pale blue button shirt.
I shaved and combed my hair back. I stared at myself in the mirror wondering how the fuck I’d gotten here. It’s a business deal, I told myself.
I exited the bathroom and stopped short when I saw Kellie standing at the window. Her back was to me as she looked out over the garden.
Her hair was still down, cascading down her back. I hadn’t realized it was that long. She wore a light, yellow summer dress that tapered at the waist giving her that perfect hour-glass shape that God ingrained in men to respond to. Or at least He ingrained it in me. The desire to touch her began to grow again. I shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from following through.
“Ready?” I asked.
She turned and smiled at me, and holy shit if it didn’t light up my chest. What the hell was happening? How was it that I’d worked with this woman day after day and never noticed her beauty or felt the effects of it on my body until now? Of course, it would be wrong to have noticed her before, just like it was wrong now.
“Yes.” She sighed as she looked back out the window. “In real life, it’s even more beautiful.”
It certainly was, I thought as I watched her. Of course, she was talking about the Italian countryside.
She stepped away from the window. “Am I dressed appropriately? I want to look the part.”
I swallowed and took a breath so that I could answer like a normal man, not one who was lusting after his assistant. “You’re lovely. How about me? Am I alright without a tie?”
She laughed. “You’re the one who lives in this world.”
I opened the door to the suite to let her out, noting the sweet scent of flowers and sunshine again. Was that her shampoo? Soap? Just her?
“Ah, you’re here. How is your room?” Christian asked when we reached the dining room.
“It’s lovely,” I said. “It’s very kind of you to do this for us.”
“Yes well, I have this feeling that the two of you have no sense of romance. I wonder if it's an American thing or just you two.”
I looked over at Kellie wondering if we were failing at giving the vibe of two people in love. Considering how powerfully I came in the shower, I was having a hard time thinking he couldn’t tell I had the hots for my assistant.
“All work and no play makes you Americans very dull people. Do you know your country takes less vacation than we do here in Europe,” Christian said.
“The work ethic is a valued character trait in the United States,” Kellie said.
“You don’t think we work hard? We also love with passion and play with joy. I suspect it makes us just as productive because we’re not burning at both ends.” Christian sounded firm in his assessment of Europeans versus Americans.
“Burning the candle at both ends, darling,” Martina said as she swept into the room. “The saying is burning the candle at both ends.”
“Yes, right.”
“Well, I won’t argue that time in Italy feels rejuvenating,” Kellie said. She slid her arm through mine. “What do you think…honey?”
I think my dick was liking her touching me. Willing to back off, I said, “I think you’re right.”
“Come. We’ll have wine on the terrace before we eat,” Martina said.
We sat on the terrace overlooking Tuscany, but all I could see was Kellie. Her dark long waves flowing as the wind gently blew them back. Her sweet smile as she tasted the expensive wine. The way her eyes occasionally glanced my way, catching me staring at her. God, I hoped she believed I was playing a part. If she knew what I’d done in the shower or how all of a sudden, I was completely bewitched by her, she’d probably quit.
Of course, I wasn’t the only one taken in by Kellie. Christian and Martina appeared completely charmed by her wit and charm. She was right when on the plane she said we’d be asked about our origin story as it was one of the first questions they as