I stood and headed back into the penthouse.
“You’re leaving already?” she asked.
“I need another drink,” I said, not looking back at her. Seeing her wet would only add more fuel to the fire raging in my veins. I went directly to my bathroom, shoved my pants down, and gripped my dick so hard it was a wonder I didn’t bruise him. Then I stroked him, fast and hard until I came with a loud growl.
As I cleaned up, I wondered what Andi would think about my jerking off to my assistant. Would she count that as getting laid? Fuck. I was in deep trouble if I continued to lust after Kellie.
14
Kellie
Ryan was acting weird but maybe it was because I was getting too personal, especially about his love life. I decided to ignore him and instead enjoy this once in a lifetime trip.
I enjoyed the pool wearing the fancy swimsuit that made my body look pretty good, not that Ryan noticed since he went inside. After swimming a bit, I got out and lay on one of the lounge chairs and decided to video call Natalie. I tried to set up the call so she could see the colosseum behind me.
“Oh my God, is that the colosseum in Rome?”
Yay, she noticed. “It is. Mr. LaMont has arranged a week long European honeymoon for us. We’re in Rome now.”
She smirked. “So, how is fake married life?”
“It’s fine. The same really. No different.” She didn’t need to know that I kissed my boss, or actually, he kissed me and then I kissed him back.
“You’re hiding something. I can tell.”
“No, I’m not. You’re being overly dramatic. You artsy types are like that,” I said, hoping I was effective at hiding my deception. “Did you get my photos of the David I texted you?”
She sighed wistfully. “Was it amazing in person?”
“Yes. And you’re right, his hands seem out of proportion.”
“And is the food wonderful too? Italy has to be the best place for everything…art, food, wine.”
“Yes, it’s very good.” I felt guilty that I was here when she’d appreciate it all much more than me. I’d never envied Ryan and his family for their wealth. They’d earned it. But right now, it didn’t seem fair that Natalie might never be able to come to Italy, and if I weren’t here, Ryan wouldn’t even notice he was in Italy. He had the world at his feet, but he didn’t appreciate or savor what his money could bring him. It seemed like such a waste.
“And your boss? Is he behaving?”
I snorted. “Yes.”
“And you, are you behaving?”
“Yes.” I said. In the end, he and I were professionals. Hell, if it hadn’t been for this fake wedding thing, I’d probably never noticed him in a sexual way. Once this was all said and done, we’d go back to how we were.
The sun was disappearing over the horizon. “Hey Nat, I have to go. Is everything alright there?”
“Yep. All is good.”
“I’ll be home in a week. I’ll let you know when I have the details.”
“Have fun, Kel.” There was a twinkle in her eyes that suggested she thought I should sleep with my boss. But it was better that I didn’t. In fact, I probably shouldn’t imagine him when I touched myself either.
That evening, a driver took us to a tiny restaurant tucked away on a narrow Roman street. The dining area was small and crowded. There must have been locals because it was also loud with animated conversation.
We we
re given a table off in the back that allowed for some privacy.
“I am Umberto Belluci, the owner of this ristorante. Signor LaMont has asked that I take good care of you. He suggested the menu for you. Shall I arrange it or would you rather pick yourself?”