NICK

When we land, excitement tears through me. Sophia keeps a firm hold on Holden’s hand like she can destroy anyone in her path, including his anxiety. Holden doesn’t mind letting her lead here. Gunner and Roman argue about where to meet the client before deciding on a bar and dragging Holden with them.

“You’ll be fine.” She assures, gently, but with a smirk and a teasing wave.

I hang back with her. Sure, we’re all adults, and we’re all having fun, but I know that Miles will kill us if something happens to his daughter. Hell, if anything noteworthy in a negative way even brushes across her delicious ass, we’re all going to feel his wrath.

So I take Sophia’s hand and drag her down an empty hallway. She giggles and presses me up against a wall, kissing me as if she can’t get enough. Again and again. Her body rolls against mine, and I’m hard with just the promise of more.

“You’re fearless.” I groan.

“Think anyone’s in this bathroom?”

“You’re too good for a bathroom,” I argue. I see a business room for phone calls and all that and pull her to it. I lock the door and turn to find Sophia on her knees, already tugging at my belt. “We have time, baby.”

“I know. But how much time do we have before the guys get curious?”

I collect her hair in my hands, knowing there’s no stopping her when she’s determined. I’ve seen her whip Neal into shape, and I’ve seen her control clients and vendors with an email and firm tone on the phone.

Sophia is a force of nature, and all I can do is take what she offers. She bites the inside of my hip, then drags my boxers down with her mouth. I groan as my dick springs to full attention for her.

Sophia groans and strokes over my cock with her hand. Her fingers are barely able to wrap all the way around. I know I’m thick, but I hope it doesn’t stop her. She sits back on her heels and looks up at me.

“Can I?”

“You started it. Let’s see how you finish it.” I encourage her.

She giggles. “You like letting me have control?”

Fuck yes. I love that she knows what she wants and takes it. From the moment she used her feminine wiles against me while we were sparring, I’ve been hoping she’d up the ante. Having her dance on me in the club, being teased with her constantly walking around.

“Yes.”

She licks from the base of my cock to the tip before licking right across the head, her tongue flat and wet and hot. I groan and let my head fall back. “I like you taking control. I like knowing you want me so intensely.”

“Impatiently.” She breathes before wrapping her pink lips around my cock.

She sucks softly, then opens her mouth wider to take me deeper. Watching her lips stretch to fit all of me is so fucking sexy, just like the determination shining in her eyes. She licks and sucks my cock, her cheeks hollowing as her eyes start to close.

Sophia moans as she takes more of me. God, this woman is perfect. She knows just what to give, just what to take. And I want her to take it all, take all of me. I tighten my hold in her hair as she goes even deeper, gagging on my cock.

Her eyes water, and her face goes red. She licks me again, sucks the head as her hand strokes the shaft, and I love the view. I can’t handle her, can’t handle how hungry and eager she is.

I pant and groan. “Fuck, Sophie. You feel good.”

She moans around my cock, sending an electric shock to my heart and back. I know I can’t last much longer. Not after only having my own hand for so long, and she’s so fucking much better.

So hot, so wet, so … I groan as my hips thrust into her. She groans, and we get impossibly dirtier as I fuck her pretty mouth until my whole body spasms and I come on her tongue. My head goes light, my vision dims, and I know that I won’t be able to keep my hands off her after this.

Sophia sits back, wipes her bottom lip, and swallows while panting. I pull her up and lift her to the table in the room. I kiss her hungrily, demanding, not caring about a damn thing other than her.

I nearly have my hand between her legs where I need it most when the door is banged on. Sophia draws back, a hand over her mouth as she giggles. She bites her lip. “I think our meeting is over.”

“No.” I shake my head and press my forehead to hers. “Just postponed.”

I put my phone to my ear and start barking orders as I open the door and give the other businessman a glare. Sophia follows, typing on her phone dutifully until we’re out of sight. She giggles and loops her arm in mine.

“We’ll have to roleplay.”

“I can’t wait,” I smirk at her.

We meet the guys at the bar. They have already handed off the paperwork, we have drinks, then get back on the private jet that is waiting for us. Sophia sleeps, her head on Holden’s shoulder. Holden smiles at me and kisses the top of her head. This flight passes quicker, and then we’re all piling off the plane and into a waiting limo.

The drive nearly makes me sick. The driver takes the turn so sharply that I swear the little Italian I know is being knocked out of my head. But we pull up to a gorgeous estate. It’s better than any hotel.

Holden steps out and rubs his face. “I need actual sleep.”

“I know.”

“Planes are hell,” Holden whispers.

But then Roman helps Sophia out, and Holden forces himself to look awake and alive. I know it’s less for Sophie and more for Roman. He’s talked highly about his family, and we’ve met Massimo before, but meeting the whole family in Italy is different.

Massimo, his long curly hair and burly body match Roman. They practically look identical. He yells a greeting in Italian and hugs Roman. They chuckle, and then Massimo greets us. “Friends!”

“Hey, Mass,” Gunner says.

We all greet him, then he notices Sophia. He arches an eyebrow but offers his hand. “Massimo Agosti.”

“Sophia Lane.”

He keeps her hand as we walk through the gate to his villa. I see a woman with a round belly wearing nice, airy pants and a shirt that gives plenty of room for her belly. Her short hair, sharp features, then the laugh that softens her face. She’s beautiful and glowing.

Massimo eagerly walks to her and motions to her. “My bride.”

“Congratulations, Mass!” Roman says with a huge smile.

The woman rolls her eyes and pushes herself up, ignoring Massimo’s hand. “Did you invite a whole other team? You know what Max is going to say about this.”

“Not a damn thing.” Massimo beams. “Danny, this is my cousin Roman and his friends.”

Danny looks between us and rubs her belly. “Nice to meet you all. I’m going to go throw up now.” She chuckles as she shuffles off.

Massimo watches her with love pouring out of him. “She’s a hell of a woman.”

“Obviously, she puts up with your shit.” Roman teases. He glances at us. “Where can we get cleaned up.”

“You have plenty of time before dinner. Get some rest, change, take your time.” Massimo encourages. “And let me know if you have any questions.”

We start to head off, but Massimo grabs Roman. “Not you. Grandma wants to see you.”

Roman turns and kisses Sophia’s hand. “Soon, Bambina.”

“Don’t let Danny hear you say that. She hates that word.” Massimo chuckles.

I roll my eyes, but Sophia grins at me. Holden yawns, but Gunner gives me a look and nods. I grin. We clean up, but as soon as I sit down, I can’t imagine doing anything but actually laying down for a bit. I’d love to spend some time with Sophia, especially since I have the perfect opportunity, but I can’t drag myself out of the comfortable bed.

A knock on the door makes me realize I’ve fallen asleep. I sit up and open the door. It’s Massimo. He looks me over. “Get dressed. Dinner’s in ten.”

“Sorry, man.”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

I hear him make the rounds, but then silence … until there’s a very suspicious moan from next door. I chuckle. I get dressed and see Roman come out of Sophia’s room with her. She’s wearing a sweet, airy skirt and a casual top.

Roman squeezes her hand and leads our group to a courtyard where tables are set up. Massimo and Danny are sitting at the table upfront with two guys. Danny shoves one of them, and he rubs her belly.

The other guy, a big burly brown-haired man, pulls out a chair for a woman to sit next to him. She’s thick and beautiful and obviously with the guy. Food is served, and the tables eat happily. I don’t blame them one bit. It’s absolutely delicious. The spice, the creaminess, the wine. There’s not a damn thing to complain about.

Finally, Massimo gets up and stands in front of everyone with a microphone. He speaks in Italian, an entire speech that earns soft eyes from many. Roman rolls his eyes. Then Massimo takes a deep breath. “In English … I’m so happy you’ve all been able to come and join us for this wedding. Danny and I aren’t great at doing things in the right order, but I’ve learned order isn’t what’s most important. Not when it comes to love.”

He chuckles. “Danny and I have passion, love, and something even more important – the ability to laugh at ourselves. We make the decision to love each other every day and to see the best in each other. We’ve been through the hard, the impossible, and the best together. And now, with my tesora about to have a bambino of our own … I can’t imagine bringing him into a better world or one more filled with love.”

“Would you like to say anything, Danny?” Massimo asks.

Danny rolls her eyes but gets up with help from the woman sitting at her table. She walks up to Massimo and takes the microphone he offers. Instead of saying anything, she kisses him hard and deep. There are some claps and kids yelling.

Then she draws back and winks at Massimo. “The fact we’re not already married is a problem I’m more than happy to fix tomorrow.”

Massimo beams at her and invites us all to enjoy our meal. They sit back down, and I feel something inside me squeeze. After dinner, we head to our rooms, but I sneak out. I haven’t had nearly enough of Sophia, my own spitfire.

I knock, and she lets me in with a confused face. “Is everything okay?”

“I think I promised to help you enjoy Italy.”

Sophia giggles and welcomes me into her room. I lift her up, kissing her hungrily before we fall on her bed together. She strips herself as I toss my shirt to the side, but before I can go for my jeans, I look over every inch of her naked body.

She’s a goddess. And I want to worship every single inch of her. I crawl over her and breathe as I take her in. Her perfect, perky breasts, the taper of her waist before her hips, her thighs, her shaved pussy, the flush spreading across her chest and up her neck as I look.

“Nick?”

“I’m going to memorize you.”

“Do it while you kiss me.” She orders.

Who am I to say no? I lick and kiss across her chest, over her breasts, savoring her moans, the way her body rolls to meet my mouth, and the way her skin tastes. She smells delicious, and I know I’m about to lose control.

Fuck, I can’t wait.

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