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Authors: SJ Molloy

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Negotiation is an understatement. I make his boss an offer he cannot refuse. In return he is allowing Dominic to have time off, fly over, stay for the duration with Hazel, and work from here if need be. I also request that Dominic keeps this from Hazel. I would like her to be surprised. Ultimately his boss has a busy night ahead of him rescheduling Dominic’s workload. Finally I get Dominic’s email address and phone number.

I need Hazel preoccupied and after her telling me she sorely misses him, it seems like the right thing to do. Time is of the essence, and if I want Lexi at the farmhouse with me for a few days, then I need Dominic over here pronto.

I leave Marco with Dominic’s details, advising him to contact Suzanne to get him booked on the first flight over, all expenses paid, transfers the lot. And if Dominic has any questions, then to call me directly and I will smooth it out with him, clarifying my intentions, but I think I was persuasive enough with his boss to seal the deal.

Walking back towards the lounge, I smile, feeling the most settling warm rush cascade through me admiring Lexi sitting now relaxed and carefree, talking with the ladies. Everything about her, the way she carries herself, her poise, elegance, and magnetic lure, it all enthrals me.

Passing the women their peach-flavoured mojitos, I take a seat and join in on their chat.

“Have you learned any more of your fitness DVD, Hazel?” Lexi asks Hazel. Sitting back, my arm stretched along the back of my chair, I listen intently to the girls, enjoying hearing them exchange friendly banter.

“No, I’ve been busy cooking, eating, and relaxing, but I will need to before I get back home. The new manager at the club had the group exercise coordinator come and audit our classes. Apparently, the new manager is screwing her, so she came into my conditioning class pretending to be a participant when she was actually checking me out. Turns out the manager’s wife found out about the affair and it’s all gotten messy. If you ask me, the manager’s ass should be fired. It was underhanded the way he brought her in,” Hazel says.

Ronan. The little bastard. I will hand him his fucking balls on a plate for this shit. It makes sense now why Kirsty was acting so nervous when I walked in on them in his office. The prick has been carrying on behind my back. Well good, gives me a reason to get shot of him and away from Lexi. He was never that good of a manager anyway.

“I think I will have to fire this manager’s ass when I get home for inappropriate behaviour. I will speak with human resources,” I mention flatly before taking a swig of my Peroni.

Hazel almost chokes when she finds out I own the club. I reassure her I am a fair boss and move the conversation on. The last thing I want to do is get caught in idle gossip about my manager with another member of staff; it would be unprofessional of me. But fuck, I am glad she brought it to my attention.

Checking in with Marco at the bar, I ask if everything is squared up with Dominic, reply to Suzanne’s emails quickly, and thank Maurizio, Annalisa, and Nonno for dinner. Moving Nonno to the side for some privacy, I discreetly tell him my plan for taking Lexi to the farmhouse and assure him I will reimburse him financially for all the food, champagne, hospitality, Lexi’s fees for her cooking experience, and extra on top.

Of course he is horrified I would even suggest such a thing and blatantly argues that he would never dream of accepting my money because I am family.

Instead, I sigh. Cocking my head at Marco, I narrow my eyes and silently tell him what to do. Completely understanding my request, Marco will arrange for funds to be transferred into Nonno’s account.

Reaching the lounge, I pause, placing my hand on my chest as I stare in wonder. Lexi is peacefully sleeping, her head resting on her arm on the edge of the sofa. God, she takes my breath away.

Everyone else is busy chatting around her. I do not pay attention to anything other than the endearing view of Lexi sleeping. I did not think I had even been gone that long.

Bidding goodnight to everyone, I swiftly scoop her up in my arms, kissing her head softly, while carrying her back to
our
bed. She comes to on my lap as I am trying to undress her. It is not long until I have her undressed revealing that cock-teasing pink lingerie.

The selfish bastard in me is glad that Lexi is fully awake and as eager for me to make love to her as I am desperate to devour her. I planned on tucking her in to bed to allow her to sleep, but shit, the unbridled desire in her eyes and erotic display of her actions calls for some serious sexy pleasure.

The air leaves my lungs when my little temptress straddles me, throws me back on the bed, and grinds her pussy over my rock-hard cock. Fucking heaven. Her breasts sway, nipples erect, and hips rotate, legs gripping around me.

Jesus. I will fucking cum in my boxers at this rate.

Flipping her round, I pin her beneath me, kissing, caressing, and teasing every inch of that glorious body. Standing at the edge of the bed, I strip myself. My cock stands at attention. My eyes delight, roaming over the vision in front of me.

Ridding her of her lace knickers, I spread her legs, parting them wide and open for me. I stare, admiring every little inch of the glorious flesh. There is not a sight in the world I have appreciated more. This sacred gift right here, the view of her sweet pussy glistening with wetness, begging for me to fill her. My lips work slowly, seductively, until I cannot wait any longer to taste her.

Perfetto.

Nectar. Fucking. Centre.

I devour her.

I derail her.

I demolish her.

Until she is crying, jerking, clenching, pulsing and throbbing on my tongue with wild abandon again … and again.

She begs.

She asks.

She gets.

Before I enter her and give her the best fucking time of her life, I soften my gaze on her rich eyes, my breath hitching feeling emotions stir in me I have never felt before in my entire life. My head feels fuzzy, balls aching, cock throbbing, but my mind … it is fucked with a mix of unyielding lust and heartfelt longing.

I want her more than I have wanted anything in my life, and after sharing the deep-rooted bond and connection when we had sex in the bathtub, I know that this will be even more special. I will lose another piece of my heart to her.

This is so much more intimate than our shower fuck and sex in the bath. Here, for the first time, I get to have her beneath me and worship her the way my dolcezza should be. I am in full control and the mere thought of her trembling below me, crying my name while I own her and fuck us both into orgasmic fucking heaven enthrals me.

The minute my cock slides into that nectar centre, I am lost to the skies above, the earth below, and everything in between.

Lexi.

Coming down from my earth-shattering release, lost in an idyllic moment of post-orgasmic bliss and endorphin ecstasy, I ask Lexi to move in with me. I need her in my bed always. This instant attraction, breath-stealing intimacy, and heartfelt emotions we have shared epitomises everything I have been feeling since New Year’s Eve.

My love at first sight.

She is the one for me.

 

 

Lexi wakes me from a deep sleep. She thrashes around, whimpering and mumbling someone’s name in her sleep.

Cameron.

My blood runs cold. Is this the fucker that scared her who is now haunting her dreams?

Holding her tightly, I gently wake her and calm her down. She apologises. Jesus Christ, she is sorry for waking me up. That tugs at my heart. I would lie awake all night just to hold and protect her. Why is she apologising?

“Lexi, stop apologising. You are safe. It is okay. Please try and calm down. Doc … you are worrying me. Do you have these dreams every night? Can you talk about it? It might help you.”

“No, I’ve forgotten about it already. I’m fine. No need to talk about it.” She brushes it off in that sharp broken tone I have heard before, immediately telling me she is lying. I am not buying it and I want to know who this prick is.

“No, you are not, Lexi. Who is Cameron? Is he the person who did these terrible things to you?” I probe, clenching my jaw.

She panics. “No. No, Cameron would never hurt me. I love him.”

My body pricks with sharp spiking nips, muscles tense, and hairs stand on end. Love? She loves someone? Another man? Fuck, that is not what I want to hear. It feels like a sucker punch to the gut.

“Who the fuck is Cameron? You said there was no one else. Explain this to me.”

“Lucca, Cameron is my brother. We are close, and yes, I love him. He’s my only sibling.” Her tone is low, calm, and soft. She senses my irrational unease and is trying to settle me. It does not make sense. She never mentioned him before when we were sharing information about our families.

Obstinately, she refuses to talk about him tonight, and I know I am being a selfish prick asking her to when she is tired and distressed, but I want to know why he would torment her dreams like that.

Lexi closes her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep. It takes me a long time to fall back asleep. I cannot suppress the pain I feel for her, and my primal instincts to protect her are more forceful than normal. Stroking her hair long after she falls asleep, I watch, listening to her soft breathing.

When I have kissed her head, nose, and lips, I sigh, frustrated that she is going through this. Eventually the therapeutic lull of her soft breath helps me doze off into my own broken sleep.

Waking up some time later, I get out of bed, quietly head to the bathroom, and splash my face with cold water and freshen up. I do not want to rouse her from sleep because she obviously needs it. I left her body boneless and replete after our love making last night, and then she clawed her way through another nightmare.

Satisfied Lexi is still sleeping in the same spot I left her in, ballock naked, I make my way downstairs with my tablet. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and slump on the sofa, running my hands through my hair, scratching the stubble of my chin, before I begin an online search for
Cameron Robertson
.

I know I am way out of line and this verges on stalking behaviour, but I cannot help feel an ownership over Lexi, and I need desperately to understand what is going on in order to help her. I believe she is telling me the truth about her brother, but maybe if I find something on him, it might help fill some gaps.

I promised her I would be patient, and I am trying to be for her sake, but I want her living with me and if this brother of hers is a threat to her in any way I need to know.

Scrolling through all the usual social media pages I find nothing on him, or Lexi for that matter. I am tempted to give Giorgio, my business partner at Luminara, a call and tell him to get one of his private investigator contacts onto it, but then I give myself a shake and think that is obsessive and crossing the line. I need to trust Lexi to tell me in her own time. I need to give her that.

Instead, I channel my thoughts into the day I have planned for Lexi. I send a quick text to Marco asking him to call Gina, an old childhood friend, to arrange a private tour for Lexi and me at Castello di Brolio. I know she still works there and can pull some strings.

I think Lexi might appreciate some history and local culture because I remember her telling me she liked to sight-see. Before I head back upstairs, I check the fridge to ensure Maria has stocked it with fresh ingredients.

I take a moment to watch over Lexi from the chaise. I smile watching her mussed hair blanket both our pillows. The sheet low on her waist reveals her impressive tits. God, what this woman does to me.

It reinforces that every inch of her body should be treasured. Who could possibly ever want to cause her harm? My brows knit in frustration. Just imagining what she went through provokes raw anger inside me. Lexi wakes up with a panic-stricken fear etched on her face.

I am lost for moment in my disturbing reverie. Is this the look she had on her face before some bastard screwed her over? Before she got hurt? I forget to answer her when asks what is wrong, but shit, I cannot stop thinking about my baby feeling pain. Emotional pain and physical pain.

Fuck, she grabs the bedsheet and covers herself …
from me.
No. Jesus Christ I have scared her because I am in my own stupid daze.

Scrambling onto the bed, I grab her in both arms.

“No, baby. Do not hide from me. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. Please do not be scared of me,” I stress with a tightening in my throat.

“Why were you sitting staring at me? Why wouldn’t you answer me?” Her face is crestfallen, eyes fearful, lips trembling. I do not like the way her body is desperately trying to recoil, teeming with insecurity.

“Lexi, baby, I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you, but please do not hide from me. Ever. Promise me that.”

“Okay, but tell me what’s wrong.” Her voice quavers.

“I just want to hold you. I want to make you safe, to take this away. I wish I could just … Lexi, I … I … I am falling deeply for you. I am staring at you in complete admiration. I worship you, your soul and your body.” I breathe against her neck, tightly holding her against my body. I feel her relax against me so I exhale.

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