Say Yes To Love (Strong Brothers 1)

I stood on the balcony for a moment dealing with my disappointment. Then I followed him inside. He was in the bathroom. He better not be jerking off, I thought.

I went into the bedroom and got ready for bed. The problem with being sexually aroused though was that it was hard to sleep. A part of me wanted to go out to the sitting room, and straddle Ryan until I got the satisfaction I needed. At the same time, I couldn’t be rejected again.

While I admired his sense of propriety, it was frustrating too.

I closed my eyes, and brought back the scene on the balcony. He was so handsome in the moonlight. He’d taken his coat and tie off earlier, and he’d rolled his shirt sleeves up. I didn’t know why, but there was something sexy about him dressed casual like that.

This time when he kissed me, he didn’t stop. His lips trailed down to my breasts. I pinched and kneaded my nipples as I imagined him sucking them. I sighed at the sensations.

In my mind, he lowered to his knees pushing my dress skirt up and my panties down. My pussy clenched in anticipation. I leaned against the balcony and closed my eyes as his mouth devoured me. My hand was in my panties, rubbing my clit until I hit the edge. Then in my mind, I had him stand and release his cock.

He pushed me against the rail, hooked my leg around his waist and plunged in. With my free hand, I had to cover my mouth to keep from making a noise he’d hear as I imagined him making love to me. It didn’t take long before pleasure swept through my body. It felt good, and at the same time, anticlimactic. Yes, I’d gotten off, but what I’d really wanted was him.

At least with the edge off, I was able to fall asleep. I woke the next morning, feeling a bit foggy. Perhaps it was from too much champagne or maybe it was from the strange feelings I was having for my boss.

When I reoriented myself to the world, I grew excited about the trip we were going to take through Europe. I’d never thought I’d be able to take such a trip, so I planned to savor it as much as possible.

No mention of the day before was made by Ryan. Perhaps I’d dreamt that he’d kissed me. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. Either way, he acted normal as we got dressed and prepared to leave. Christian and Martina arrived back at the villa to see us off.

“Here are all the details. Maps, travel plans, tickets, keys to our properties, it’s all here,” Christian said handing Ryan a large envelope.

“You’ve been exceedingly generous,” Ryan said.

“We are happy to do it and to have new friends.” Christian gave him a hug and then me too. “Paolo will take you back to Florence and you’ll take my plane to Rome.”

“Will we have any time in Florence?” I asked. “I’d like to see the David. My sister is an artist, and I’d love to get a picture of it for her.”

“You will make time. I’ll tell Paolo to take you to the Galleria Dell’Accademia to see it,” Christian said.

“It is stunning,” Martina said with a sigh.

“He’s just a boy, my love,” Christian said. “You need a man.”

She laughed. “Yes, of course.”

We said our goodbyes and Paolo drove us to the museum in Florence. The David stood at the end of a long hall under a dome. Natalie was right, there was something breathtaking about the statue even for someone like me who didn’t really know about art except what had rubbed off from her.

“Huh.” I said as I studied the statue’s hands.

“What?” Ryan too seemed captivated by the perfection of the sculpture.

“The hands are too big,” I responded.

Ryan poked his tongue into his cheek in amusement. He nodded toward the statue. “So I guess it’s not true about large hands.”

I felt my cheeks heat. “Christian said he was just a boy, so perhaps he hasn’t grown into his hands yet.”

Ryan snorted.

I couldn’t help myself, as I looked Ryan’s hands. Of course, I’d seen them many times before. I knew he had good sized hands with long fingers. The memory of the night before came back to me and my cheeks got warm again.

Ryan smirked as he held up his hand. Then his expression faltered, and I knew he was reminding himself that he was my boss, and this sort of talk was inappropriate.

I considered saying something, but why push it? It clearly made him uncomfortable. And sexual harassment could go both ways. I didn’t want to be accused of acting inappropriate around him.

We walked through the museum and then Paolo took us to Piazzale Michelangelo to see the stunning view of Florence. Then he drove us to the airport, where we boarded a private plane to Rome. Just like on the plane from the United States, I gawked quite a bit, but Ryan didn’t seem bothered or annoyed by it.

During the flight, he pulled out the envelope to review the itinerary.