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naked and join him in the shower, throwing herself at him, not caring about her heart or what motives

were driving him.

But this stolen moment, watching him touch himself, was too much temptation. She might never have this

opportunity again, so Jenna watched him masturbate, all the while wondering what it’d feel like to be

taken by Bryce in the shower.

He was working himself harder, his fisted hand sliding up his long length. With a quick flick of his wrist,

he rubbed the swollen head, then changed direction, stroking downward. His right hand came up and

cupped his sack, kneading in time to the way he was fist ing his cock.

With a groan that was so erotic it made Jenna tremble, he turned toward her, his back to the wall, his

head thrown back against the tiles.

How primal he looked, his biceps bulging, his stomach muscles quivering. And his cock. Oh God, his

cock looked so good in his hand.

“Jenna,” he suddenly moaned, and she froze, unable even to blink. Had he seen her watching him from

behind the cracked door? Had he finally realized that she’d invaded his privacy and was watching this

very intimate personal moment?

“Ah, yeah,” he moaned again as he stroked himself. “Jenna,” he whispered again, his teeth clenching.

“Christ, I wish this was you jacking me off.”

Oh God!Was Bryce fantasizing about her?

“Here it comes, baby.”

He was! Jenna nearly came right there, right as Bryce did. His seed shot out of the head of his cock and

onto his hand, then he rubbed it along his shaft. Jenna heard him whisper her name once more. And that

was it! Her clit was vibrating against the silk of her panties, which were soaked. One swipe of her finger

against the wet silk was all she needed to begin shaking.

The water shut off, and Jenna quickly rose from her knees. Her legs were still shaking as she made her

way to the bedroom. Flinging open the suitcase, she pulled out a white gauzy sundress and hurried to

dress before Bryce could enter the room and find her still needy from watching him.

Her damn legs were still shaking a half hour later as they headed out the door toward the piazza for

supper.

Damn Bryce, he was as addictive as a drug, and she was fast becoming a junkie.

They walked hand in hand around the piazza, taking in the sights and smells of Tuscany. Jenna was

amazed by the beauty and history—Bryce knew she would love it. They made a plan to come back in

the morning for the market.

He loved that idea. Shopping with Jenna for food was something he’d always enjoyed. Knowing that

food was going to be shared between them at a picnic was even better. He had all kinds of plans for that

picnic formulating in his mind.

After their stroll, they dined alfresco at the piazza. Bryce was starved, but the lure of sharing a glass of

Chianti and a plate of pasta was too much of an enticement. So he ordered a mealper uno —for

one—and they shared it. He fed her from his fork, picking out the tender pieces of chicken and the finest

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strands of spinach. He’d picked a rich and creamy Florentine sauce, knowing the delicate flavors of

roasted garlic and white wine would be something that Jenna would enjoy. And enjoy it, she did. And he

loved every minute of feeding it to her, and kissing her in between bites. He also loved the way she

responded, the way her fingers traveled up his thigh as they sat close together, kissing and eating from the

same fork, drinking from the same glass.

It was the most romantic meal he ever had. And he hadn’t even been the one to cook it for her.

Bryce wasn’t the only one smitten with Jenna. The guy at the next table kept staring at her. The waiter

was also taken with her, sending her smiles and coy looks. At the end of the meal, he brought her a

lemon gelato—on the house.

“Grazie,”she said, her face lighting up as the waiter handed her the cone.

Bryce cast a glance at the next table. The guy was still there, nursing a glass of vino—still watching Jenna.

Bryce took Jenna’s hand. “Let’s go for a walk. I’ll show you some of the medieval towers. They look

spectacular in the moonlight.”

“Okay,” she said, licking the gelato. “But first give me a second. I want to enjoy this.”

Bryce cast a glance around and saw that the Italian stud was still seated at his table. He’d slid down into

his chair, his legs spread like he couldn’t hold them together, like his dick had grown so huge inside his

designer pants that it made it impossible for him to do anything but stroke his cock. And Mother of God,

didn’t he do just that? He took his hand and slipped it beneath the table until it rested on his groin; then

he began rubbing himself over the silk flap of his pants.

Bryce looked at Jenna. She didn’t seem to notice the guy as she licked her gelato in the most scandalous,

most insinuating way, while the Italian stud eye-fucked her.

Total understanding hit him. The jerk was getting a blow job by proxy.

With a flick of her tongue, the gelato glistened against her lips. A lick, and it was gone, followed by a

low, sexy moan. Another lick—this one a bit slower, a bit longer, a bit more enticing. As her tongue

came away, it was pointed, and she used that sexy little point to stroke her top lip.

The scene was right out of his dirtiest, raunchiest triple-X fantasies.

Throwing some money down on the table, Bryce grabbed Jenna’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “Time

to go on that walk,” he said. He was not going to be a jerk, he kept repeating to himself. But by the time

they’d left the piazza, he was completely beyond rational thought. All he knew was that Jenna was damn

gorgeous in that white sundress, sexy sling-back heels and a glowing complexion that was tinted the color

of peaches. He had to have her, and damn if he didn’t know just the place.

He guided her down a dark alley between the Piazza del Duomo and Piazza della Cisterna.

He pressed her up against the brick wall, caught her surprised expression as her soft breasts pressed tight

up against him. He was molding into her so close that he could feel the heat of her pussy warming his

thighs.

“Have another lick,” he commanded while his hands went to work beneath her gauzy sundress. His

fingers instantly met with the warm, smooth skin of her supple thighs.

“Why?”

“Because I want the same show you were giving that stud.”

“What stud?” she asked between licks, and he heard himself growl at the sight.

“The one rubbing his dick while he watched you lick that thing. Now I want to watch, but this time, I

want you to do it for me—just me.”

“I think you’re getting far too much enjoyment from watching me eat this gelato.”

“It’s a fetish,” he whispered as he looked down into her upturned face. The lemon gelato was millimeters

from her lips, and his palms were still sliding up her thighs, working toward the apex, where he knew

he’d find soft, damp skin covered in lace.

“Since when did eating an ice-cream cone become erotic?”

“Since I began having masturbation fantasies of you.”

“You’ve had . . . fantasies about me?”

She gulped, and he watched the sensual way her throat moved up and down. He thought about her

swallowing him. He hid his groan of need with his words. “Maybe one or two,” he admitted.Maybe

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hundreds, he silently acknowledged.

“About me eating an ice cream?”

“Yeah, well, that image is kind of seared in my brain.”

“What image?”

“One day by the pond when you ate your cone like a porn star, sucking, licking, drawing it into your

mouth. I had a hard-on so big I was afraid it was going to climb out of my shorts.”

Her beautiful eyes flashed, and she looked up at him through her lashes. It was a shy look, and it shook

Bryce to the core. This was the Jenna he wanted to see. Part kitten, part lioness.

She held his gaze while she flicked her tongue out, slowly licking at the gelato that was running down the

sides of the cone. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“What were you thinking, watching me eat my ice cream?”

“Same thing as I am now.”

“And what would that be?”

“How I’d give anything for that cone to be my dick and your tongue circling my shaft.”

Her eyes flared and she smiled before making tiny circles at the top of the cone. “Like this?”

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that,” he groaned. His heavy cock was pressed against her belly. He dropped his

head, letting his lips rest against her temple as he watched her.

“Now swallow.” He placed his fingertip on her throat and felt the velvety slide of her skin beneath his

finger. He wanted to do this when she was swallowing him and drinking him down.

Not caring that someone might catch them, Bryce lowered his mouth to the gelato and dragged his

tongue through it, just as if he were licking her pussy.

Restless, his hands started the upward slide once again for the lace panties that shielded her pussy from

him.

Together they licked at the cone, their tongues growing closer with every flick, until they touched and

rubbed, and Jenna tossed the cone aside, letting it splatter on the cobblestones before reaching for his

hair and tugging him closer.

The kiss was explosive. Fuck, he couldn’t kiss her hard enough, deep enough. He was ravenous for her,

tearing at her sundress, pulling on the delicate straps until he had them down over her shoulders and her

bodice pulled to her waist and her tits out, totally exposed.

She broke the kiss, panting. He couldn’t stand not touching her. Filling his hands with both breasts, he

watched the expression of pleasure cross her face. Unable to resist the temptation he pressed forward,

nuzzling the valley of scented skin. Her nipple was inches from his mouth and he flicked it with the tip of

his tongue, first in short flicks, then in slow, sexy circles. His cock grew to massive proportions, and he

drove it against her belly as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

She was panting now, writhing against him, wrapping her leg around his calf so she could ride her pussy

against his thigh. He was about to pull her panties down and slam into her when he felt her hand slide

down between their molded bodies. Her palm flattened against the fly of his jeans, and he closed his eyes

allowing himself the pleasure of imagining her hand surrounding him, pumping his thick shaft slowly until

he couldn’t stand the torture.

The little kitten knew what he wanted. She tore open the buttons of his fly, freeing his cock into her palm.

Oh hell, yeah, this was what he wanted.

He felt his cock stiffen, felt a change in his lower body, and instinctively he moved his hips away from her.

She followed him, wanting more, but he knew somehow that if he let her continue touching him, the

moment would be over. And Bryce knew he was nowhere near done exploring her body. In fact, he

knew he would never be done with Jenna.

And then, like a vision, she began a slow slide down the wall. He watched her as he braced one flattened

palm against the still-warm bricks; then with his free hand, he took his cock in his hand and slowly began

to pump himself.

She watched him with rapt attention and that only made him hotter. “You like watching me jack off,

Jenna?”

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Her gaze flashed up to his. “Yes. I watched you today, in the shower.”

He closed his eyes, remembering the way he’d cradled his balls in his hand and stroked himself so hard

that he’d come in a massive explosion. “I know,” he finally admitted. And that was why he’d come so

damn hard. He’d known she was there, watching him masturbate. He’d heard her, her breathing harsh

with arousal. He’d seen her glide her hand over her breasts in growing excitement. As he’d come, he’d

seen her hand sneak beneath her skirt as she touched herself, and he’d gone off, wishing she had come

into the shower with him so he could have taken her from behind.

“You were so beautiful,” she said, reaching out to stroke her finger down his engorged shaft. “And

watching you like that, all primal and male, was such a turn-on.”

Shit, so was this. He was literally going to explode at any second. Already, a white pearl glistened at the