LEANING AGAINST THE WALL, I sigh. He’s so handsome. So sexy. So…perfect. I wish he was an asshole, but I honestly don’t think he is. I think he likes to pretend he is, coming at me so hard, but deep down he’s a nice guy. Either that, or he’s completely playing me, and it’s just the opposite. He is an actor after all.
I watch as the scene is acted out, a tender heartfelt moment between the two pretend lovers. It’s so interesting to watch Yasmin transform into this sweet, charming woman, and then as soon as the cameras aren’t looking, she’s back to being a supreme diva. I wonder if she only has a certain color of candy in her trailer. I laugh to myself. This is why Hollywood is dangerous. Anyone can appear to be whatever they want for the public. No one knows the truth.
Dan calls cut, and I hurry to my office to avoid another interaction with Antonio. He’s wearing on me, and I’m just not quite ready to give in. Despite every ounce of my being begging me to.
I busy myself reading emails and sorting through my pile of magazines. I really need to make more time to read these. I look up when I hear a soft knock on my door.
“Come in.”
“Hey,” Melissa says, entering. “Busy?”
“No, just reading through these magazines. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” She sits. “They’re taking a break up front, so I just came to check on you.”
I smile. “I’m fine.”
I hear another knock and we both look up to see Antonio enter. He looks surprised to see Melissa.
“May I come in?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say. Melissa sits up straighter in the chair, and I stifle a laugh.
“I wanted to make sure you both heard about the bowling party tonight,” Antonio says. “We’re all going over at eight.”
“Bowling?” I ask.
“Yes, the owners were kind enough to invite us so the studio is going to pay for all of it as a thank you to the town.”
“How fun!” Melissa exclaims.
“Yeah,” he says. “Just dinner, drinks, and some bowling. Friday night fun.”
I smile, but stay quiet.
“You coming, Giovanna?” he asks.
“I’m not sure.”
“What else would you be doing?” Melissa asks.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll take a bath.”
Antonio smirks as he slides his hands in his pockets. “I’m all for a good bath, but surely you have a little time to spend with your fellow residents. And me.”
Melissa glances between Antonio and me, I’m sure aware of the obvious attraction between us. “Come on, Gio. It’ll be fun.”
“The whole town is going,” Antonio adds. “Besides, just think about how hilarious it will be to see Yasmin bowling. That should be reason enough to go.”
I laugh. “You make a good point.”
“So, I’ll see you there?” he asks, then turns to Melissa. “Both of you?”
“I’ll be there,” Melissa says.
“Me too. For a bit.”
“Good. See you later.” Antonio leaves, and I feel myself exhaling.
“What the hell, Gio!” Melissa exclaims. “There was so much sexual tension in the room I felt like I could swim in it. Did you do something with him?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Not really.”
“I don’t buy it. He looked at you like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.”
I close my eyes briefly. “You won’t say anything?”
“I already gave you my word. I swear I won’t.”
“He kissed me. More than once.”
“Shit!” She jumps up running in circles around my small office, giggling hysterically. “You lucky bitch!” She covers her mouth. “You know what I mean. Oh my God. This is fantastic.”
“Calm down, Mel.”
“Calm down? The most amazing movie star on the planet, on the literal fucking planet, Giovanna, kissed you and clearly he wants to again, and you want me to calm down? No can do, sister. No can do. How are you sitting there so calmly? Do you not have a pulse?”
I laugh. “I have a pulse, trust me. I’m not immune to Antonio Russo any more than any other woman is.”
“How did it happen?”
“He came at me one day. Back here. Pressed me against the wall and everything.” I squirm in my seat at the memory. It was hot.
Melissa sits in the chair and leans across my desk. “And how was it?”
“How do you think?”
“Amazing.”
“Yeah.” I grin. “He is, but I really think that he’s just into me for the sex. I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to go there.” Even though I totally have.
“You’re a crazy woman if you say no to that. He was dripping in pure sexual allure. You know he knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. It’s written all over him like a goddamn billboard.”
“Geez, language, Melissa. I’ve never heard you talk like this.”
“I’ve never had a reason too.” She stands up again. “Ooh tonight is going to be a blast. He’s going to be all over you.”
“No, he’s not. First of all, I won’t allow it. I don’t want to be the talk of the town. Second, we have Yasmin to contend with. She’s obviously suspicious of us.”
“Rightfully so, apparently.”
“Except that she has no right to be. She’s not with him and never has been. I believe him.”
“I would too. You can tell how he acts when the cameras go off.”
“So, I think he’ll behave in front of others. It’s when he gets me alone that trouble starts.”
“Doesn’t sound like trouble to me. Sounds like the most exciting thing that’s happened in this small town in, uh, forever.”
“Might be.”
“It must have been a long time for you, you know, since you’ve been intimate with someone.”
“It has.” I smile. “I miss it. I think that’s why he’s getting to me. Besides the obvious.”
“There’s nothing wrong with having a bit of fun, Gio.”
“I know. I just need to think about it some more.”
“I admire you for being so careful. I would just do it and deal with the consequences later.”
“That’s not such a bad way to live either.” I wish I could be so free.
“Do you need condoms or anything? I have some.”
I laugh. “Jumping the gun a bit, aren’t we?”
She grins. “You never know. Tell you what, I’ll slip some in your desk drawer.”
“I feel like it’s prom night, and I’m planning to give it up for the first time.”
“Was it prom night for you too?” She laughs. “Just kidding. I was way younger than that.”
I laugh too. “So was I!”
We giggle and slap our hands together. Melissa looks down at her watch. “Oh, break is over. Want to come up and watch with me?”
“No, I’m gonna finish up here.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.” She winks. “For bowling.”
“Right. Bowling.”
Hours later, I stand in the mirror at work, applying lipstick and running my fingers through my hair. I hope I’m right, and Antonio knows he should keep a safe distance from me tonight. I’ll just make sure he knows that tonight is not the night.
I step out and grab my coat from the break room. Melissa and Sammy are standing nearby waiting for me.
“Hey, guys,” I say. “Are we ready?”
“Yep,” Sammy says.
Melissa loops her arm through mine. “This ought to be fun.”
I laugh. “Or something.”
We wait for the store to clear, and I lock the door. Starting our walk, I keep an eye out for the movie star.
“He said he needed a shower and to change clothes,” Melissa whispers to me. “I bet he’s gonna wear jeans, and you know that’s gonna be hot.”
“Probably. On both counts.”
We make the short trek to the bowling alley and go inside where they have hot chocolate waiting for us on a small table. I grab a cup and see Al, the owner, and his wife, Martha. I wave and thank them for hosting us, then the three of us walk in to find a table.
Melissa smiles, pulling off her coat. “I don’t know about you guys, but I want beer.”
“And shots,” Sammy says. “First round is on me. Fireball?”
“Yes!” Melissa says.
“Sure,” I agree.
Sammy wanders over to the bar as I pull off my coat. I look around the room as it fills with other residents. I realize that I’m nervous to see Antonio, but also so excited.
“I’m proud of you for coming out with us,” Melissa says, hugging me.
“Thanks. I couldn’t come up with a good excuse.”
“No, you couldn’t.”
“Besides, there’s more than one way to be the talk of the town. If I go into hiding, I think that would be noticeable too.”
“That’s true. Sheila already made a comment earlier this week.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, she said she thought it was weird you weren’t more excited. And she called you standoffish.”
“I’ve been called worse.” I sip my hot chocolate.
“I told her to go suck it and mind her own business.”
I nearly choke on my drink, laughing. “You did?”
“I did.” She grins. “I said that she had plenty to do besides worry about you. She shut up after that.”
“Ah, thanks, Mel. You’re so protective.”
“I don’t like people talking about my friends. That’s what you are to me. Not just a boss.”
“That’s what you are to me, too,” I say.
“Here we go,” Sammy announces as he comes back carrying an armful of drinks. He sets them down on the table and puts a shot in front of each of us. “To Friday night bowling.”
We all laugh and drink it down. “Mmm,” I say. “That was good.”
“I agree,” Melissa says. “We’re going to need more.”
“Maybe we should get the bottle,” Sammy suggests. We’ll be here a while.”
I shrug. “Why the hell not? I’m in.”
Melissa claps. “Me too.”
“Be right back,” Sammy says. Just as he’s standing to leave, the doors open and Yasmin floats in wearing a fur coat and high heels. Melissa grabs my arm, and we both have to hold back our laughter. Is she for real? Dan stands next to her, looking completely irritated and looks around. Antonio is not with them. “We have room at our table,” Sammy notes. “Should I invite them over?”
Melissa glances at me, and I shrug. “I don’t care.”
Sammy stands and walks over to them, pointing at our table. Dan smiles and nods, while Yasmin looks like she’d rather sit in a pile of shit than at the same table I’m at. Dan leads her over and they sit.
“Hey there,” Dan says. “How’s it going, ladies?”
“Good,” Melissa says.
“Yeah, good,” I say.
“What do you think of the movie so far?” he asks me.
“It’s good. The acting is great and it couldn’t be in a better location.”
Dan laughs. “The store has been working out great. We really appreciate how much access you’ve allowed.”
“No problem.”
“So, what are we drinking?”
“I was about to get a bottle of Fireball for us to share,” Sammy says.
“Great idea, but please allow me. I’ll go with you.”
“Cool.” The two men walk off and it’s just me, Melissa, and the diva.
“Planning on doing any bowling tonight, Yasmin?” I ask.
“No.”
“You should. It’s fun.”
“Do I look like I bowl?”
“No, definitely not.” I take a sip of my beer. “But it could help with your character development. You are, after all, supposed to be from here and we bowl.”
“There is nothing wrong with my character development.” She glares at me.
“If you say so.”
“What?”
“Listen, you’re a great actress, that’s obvious,” I say as she finally cracks a slight smile. “I’m just saying, it adds a bit more authenticity to your performance when you immerse yourself in the character.”
“How do you know so much about acting?”
“I don’t. It was just a thought.”
Yasmin narrows her eyes and opens her mouth to speak, but stops when my eyes move past her. Antonio walks in the room, looking around for a moment, then smiles when he sees me. He starts to walk towards me, but pauses, when he sees Yasmin. He continues, when Dan and Sammy meet up with him, carrying several bottles of alcohol.
“Hey, look who we found,” Dan says.
Antonio smiles and takes the seat beside me, removing his coat. “Hello, everyone.”
“Hi,” Melissa says, waving.
“Hey,” I say.
Yasmin says nothing, but continues her death glare in my direction. Oh, please be good tonight, Antonio. I do not want to deal with this bitch.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Drinks!” Sammy says, putting a shot glass in front of Antonio and Yasmin. “Fireball.”
“I don’t drink that stuff,” Yasmin says, pushing the glass away.
“What do you drink then?” Sammy asks.
“They don’t have champagne here,” Antonio says, rolling his eyes.
“They might,” Melissa says, “but it won’t be very good.”
Yasmin turns up her nose. “Do they have wine?”
“I can ask,” Sammy says.
“She can ask,” Antonio says. “You’re not here to serve her, Sam.”
She scowls at Antonio as she stands and stomps off to the bar. She stomps an awful lot.
“Don’t piss her off,” Dan says. “No one wants to let the cobra out of the cage.”
“I’m sick of her conceited attitude,” Antonio says. “She’s acting like she’s better than everyone else, and she’s not.”
“I know, but let’s just try to have a good time. That’s what tonight is about.”
“I’ll try.” He fills his and Dan’s shot glasses and then refills everyone else’s. “A toast,” he says, lifting his shot glass. “To…” he pauses as he thinks.
“To Friday fun night?” Sammy offers.
“Yeah, to Friday fun night.” We all lift our glasses and drink down our shots. My entire body is warm, and at this point, I can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol, or the man whose leg is touching mine. I pour another shot.
“Getting drunk tonight?” Antonio asks, quietly.
“Maybe.”
“How will you get home?”
“On foot.”
“Maybe you’ll need an escort.”
“You listen to me,” I say, softly. “I came out to have a good time, and as much as I’d like to toy with your emotions all evening, I don’t want to make a scene, and I especially don’t want Yasmin in my face. Got it?”
“Got it.” He sips his beer. “You know, you putting me in my place is kind of hot.”
“Would you stop?”
“Never. Not until —”
“I know. Not until I’m in your bed.”
“Nope. You’re wrong.”
“Am I?”
“I asked you to dinner. I’ve never asked you to go to bed with me. Not yet anyway.”
I grin, staring down at my drink. “That’s true.”
“I’ll be good. For now.”
“Thank you.” Yasmin comes back, her high heels clanking on the wood floor. “She’s ridiculous.”
“That she is.”
“Did you find something suitable?” Dan asks.
“Beer.” She sits and fluffs her hair. “It will do.”
“I think we should get our teams together,” Antonio says.
“Well, there’s three girls and three boys,” Dan says. “Battle of the sexes?”
“How cliché,” I point out. “I say we do uptown versus small town.”
Dan grins. “You got it.”
“Good,” I say. “Let’s go up front and get our bowling shoes.”
“Bowling shoes?” Yasmin asks.
“Yeah, you didn’t think you were going to bowl wearing those, did you?” Dan asks. “You rent shoes to bowl.”
“That other people have worn?” she asks, appalled.
Dan just laughs. “Come on, Princess. It’s a whole new world for you.” He drags her from her seat and to the front. The others follow as Antonio and I lag back.
“You look amazing tonight, Gio,” Antonio says, stepping closer. “Can I call you Gio?”
I smile. “You just did.”
“I like it. It fits you.”
“Thanks.”
“I just want you to know that I’m really happy to be hanging out with you tonight. It feels good to do something normal for a change.”
I look up at him, admiring the sharp edge of his jaw. “I think so, too. I don’t go out much.”
“I feel special.”
I laugh. “I didn’t do it for you.”
“You could lie to me and say you did.” He slides his hands in his pockets. “Throw me a bone, Giovanna.”
“I believe I did when I told you that I touched myself in the bathtub.”
He smiles. “Good point.”
“Let’s go up front before people start talking.”
“You’re very worried about that, aren’t you?”
“I have to live here, you don’t.”
“Another good point.”
We walk up front and check out our shoes. I look around for Dan and Yasmin, but don’t see them.
“Where did they go?” I ask.
Antonio shrugs. “No idea.”
We all walk back to our table, and a few minutes later, they show up. Dan is red-faced and Yasmin looks like a pouting teenager. There’s a story there.
All of us, except Yasmin, drink down another shot, then take to our lanes. Melissa pats my back.
“Let’s do this?”
“You bet. They’re going down.”
“Good call getting Yasmin on their team.” She laughs.
“She’s their problem, not mine.”
“Amen to that.”
Sammy stands up and walks over. “We’re going to crush them.”
“Yep,” I agree, cracking my knuckles.
“Heads you start, tails we do,” Dan says, flipping a coin. It lands on tails. “We go first.” He grabs the first ball and walks to the edge of the lane. He takes a few minutes to study it and then releases the ball. It goes straight into the gutter. Antonio claps, laughing.
“Way to show them, Dan.”
“Shut up,” he says, laughing. “I’m rusty.
“You go now,” I say to Sammy.
Sammy takes his spot, rolls the ball, and knocks down every pin. We all high five him as he walks past. We each take a turn with various results, and finally it’s Yasmin’s turn. Her expression looks like she’s being forced to eat something she doesn’t like. As she stands awkwardly at the end of the lane, Dan stands coaching her through what to do. She takes a step, pulls the ball back behind her, then swings it forward, promptly losing her footing and falling straight on her ass. She sits, legs splayed open for a minute before she realizes what happened. She gets back on her feet, glares at everyone, and walks straight up to Dan, poking her nail in his chest.
“I told you I didn’t want to do this. You made me look like a fool!”
“Oh, calm down, Yasmin,” he says. “We’re all just having fun here.”
“I am not having fun.” She crosses her arms and walks back to the table alone. Ignoring her, I take my spot and get ready to roll the ball. I’m having an off night and know it’s because of the gorgeous man standing way to close to me.
“Can I show you a tip?” Antonio says, suddenly standing next to me.
“Does it involve touching me, because if it does, then no.”
“I won’t touch you.”
“Okay.” I stand. “Show me.”
“When you bend over you lock your knees. I noticed this, because I couldn’t stop staring at your incredible ass.”
I smile. “Uh huh.”
“You need to loosen your knees. You would get a lot more movement and control that way.”
“Loosen my knees?”
“Yeah, like this.” He bends his knees in a bouncing motion.
“I see.” I try it. “Like this?”
“Yes, exactly like that. Not only will it help your game, but it will give me an idea of what you’ll look like bouncing up and down on my di —”
“You gonna roll the ball or what?” Dan’s voice calls out, interrupting Antonio’s dirty thought.
“Thanks for the tip.” I smile and turn away. Walking closer to the lane, I bend my knees, bouncing several times, as suggested. My cheeks are warm from the knowledge that he’s watching me. I release the ball and watch as it moves gracefully over the wooden planks and knocks down every pin. I raise my arms in celebration. When I turn around, I bow towards Antonio.
Dan hits his arm, laughing. “Helping the competition?”
Antonio shrugs and says something I can’t hear. I hope it wasn’t about my ass.
“It’s a tie,” Sammy announces.
“A tie?” Dan says. “I think you’re just being nice, but we’ll take it. Ready for more drinks?”
“And dinner please,” I say. “I need to soak up some of this before I can’t walk by myself.” I grin. “You never know what kind of danger a girl might encounter on her way home.”
Antonio winks at me as we sit back at the table. Yasmin is scrolling through her phone, ignoring us. Dan orders a ton of food, and I can’t wait to dig in. I’m starving and bordering on being completely drunk.
I feel Antonio’s hand sneak over to my leg under the table. I discreetly try to remove it, while carrying on a conversation with my table mates. He moves it back, and I take a deep breath and put my hands on the table. He said he would be good, so I have to trust that he will.
The food comes and I fix a plate.
“Smells good,” Melissa says, inhaling the aroma from the fries.
“It does,” Sammy agrees. “I’m starving.” He nudges Yasmin, who looks up annoyed. “Do you know what these are? They’re called French fries.” She scowls as the rest of laugh.
“I know what they are.” She takes several and stuffs them into her mouth. “See,” she says, mouth full. “I eat.”
Sammy just laughs and scoops some nachos on his plate. Yasmin proceeds to eat everything on the table, shooting the occasional eye dagger at me or her costar. Antonio’s hand crawls back across my thigh. I just smile as I shove a chip in my mouth.
“What else can we do around here before the movie is over?” Dan asks.
“Do you like country music?” Melissa asks.
“Sure.”
“We have a really fun bar we go to. Lots of line dancing. It’s a good time.”
“That sounds fun.”
“Yeah, and during the day we have putt-putt golf and a historical witch museum.” She eats a fry. “You know, if you like history stuff.”
“Putt-putt?” Yasmin says, scoffing. “That’s what you do around here for fun?”
“Yes, but if you need a Botox injection, it’s a forty minute drive to the city,” I say, smiling.
“I don’t get Botox,” she says.
“No? Hmm.” I take a swig of my beer and shrug. “We have amenities nearby when we want or need them, but honestly, all of us live here by choice. This is how we like it.”
“It seems boring,” she says.
“I like it here,” Antonio announces.
Yasmin shakes her head. “Whatever.”
I roll my eyes. God, she’s a bitch. Antonio’s hand moves between my legs, and I suck in my breath in surprise. Everyone looks at me, and I fan my mouth. “Jalapeño.”
Once everyone looks away, I try to move his hand again, but without success. He begins to rub, causing me to squirm in my chair. Oh my God, it feels good. So good. I glance at him and he looks calm, as if nothing major is happening right now.
I scoot back suddenly. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“I’ll go too,” Melissa announces.
We get up and walk away, heading to the bathroom.
“You okay?” Melissa asks.
“Definitely. I think everything I drank hit all at one time.”
She giggles. “Me, too.” We each go in a stall and pee. Standing at the sink washing our hands, Melissa continues. “Man, that Yasmin is such a pill.”
“She is. I can’t stand her.”
“Your Botox comment was hilar.”
I laugh. “She had it coming. Sitting there looking down her nose at all of us. Who the fuck does she think she is?”
“Eh, who cares. Antonio has his hand between your legs, not hers.”
I look up. “Beg your pardon?”
“Oh yeah, I can see him.”
I feel my cheeks burn from embarrassment. “I tried to get him to stop.”
“I know. I saw that, too.” She grabs my shoulders. “Just go with it, girl. It’s so hot that he’s feeling you up under the table.”
“Did Sammy see?”
“No. I think I’ve got the perfect vantage point.” She steps closer. “You should do it back to him.”
“Um, no.”
“You should. It would blow his mind, Gio. Just go over there, sit down, and slide your hand over. Give him a few good rubs and then stop. It’ll drive him crazy because he can’t do anything about it.” She grins. “Turn about is fair play.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Goodie!” She claps, and I laugh.
“Let’s go.”
We walk back to our table, noticing right away that Yasmin is gone.
“Where did Princess Yasmin run off to?” I ask.
Dan laughs. “She has a headache.”
“Code for doesn’t want to be here anymore,” Antonio adds.
“Good riddance,” I murmur. I sit down and drink down another shot, trying to summon the nerve to follow through on Melissa’s suggestion.
We talk for several minutes about who knows what. I can only think about the man beside me. Finally, I move my hand into my lap, then slide it over to rest on his thigh. I smile when I hear his breath catch. Slowly, I move it between his legs, grasping the hardness waiting for me there. I have to fight back a sigh. God, I want to see it. Hold it. Suck it.
Using my other hand, I swipe my hair off my back and over my shoulder. Antonio is silent as he leans his chin on fisted hands. As the conversation continues, I smile and laugh as though nothing is happening, but increase the speed of my rubbing. He clears his throat and grabs my hand under the table, moving it off his cock.
He looks down at his watch. “It’s getting late,” he says. “We have to be in Boston tomorrow.”
“Oh?” I say.
“Yeah, we’ll be there for the weekend doing press events for the movie.”
“How fun,” Melissa says. “So you won’t be back until Monday?”
“Sunday night,” he answers.
I’ll have two days with no movie stuff in my way. Antonio still holds my wrist, so I gently pull it away.
“What are you doing this weekend?” he asks me.
“The same thing I do every weekend.”
“Try and take over the world,” Melissa says dramatically.
Antonio looks perplexed, and I just laugh. “Uh, cartoon fan.”
“Oh, I know,” he says. “Pinky and the Brain.”
“Nice!” Melissa says, laughing.
“I won’t be taking over the world. Just reading books, cleaning my house, and maybe a bath or two.”
“I’d rather be doing that,” he says. “Except the house cleaning part. I’m not very good at that.”
“I have a small house. Doesn’t take very much effort.”
Dan stands. “I’ll pay the bill. Everyone can get home okay?”
“I live around the corner,” Sammy says. “I can walk with Melissa.”
“I can walk with Giovanna,” Antonio offers.
I don’t fight him. I want to be alone with him. I want him to kiss me.
“Cool,” Dan says. “See you guys next week.”
We all walk up front to check in our bowling shoes and change back into our own. As I put on my winter gear, Antonio pulls my scarf up over my ears.
“It’s cold out there.”
“It is.”
I wave goodbye to Sammy and Melissa and walk out with Antonio into the cold night. We walk quietly for a few minutes, until we are out of sight of the bowling alley.
“You were being very bad in there,” Antonio says. “You almost made me come.”
“Did I?” I say, with fake innocence in my voice. “I was just returning the favor.”
“Fair enough.” We turn the corner onto Main Street. It’s getting late and everyone that wasn’t at the bowling alley is starting to go home. “Tonight was fun.”
“I thought so.”
We walk on, past the hotel and the bookstore. We pass The Pub, and as we do, my heartbeat races. I want to take him to bed, but I just can’t yet. I’ve only known him a few days. We turn the corner of my street, and he takes my hand in his.
“Relax, Gio,” he says, softly.
“I’m relaxed.”
“I can feel the tension creeping in. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“That’s the problem.”
“I don’t want it to be tonight anyway. I don’t want to have anything planned, so I can spend as much time as I want to pleasuring your body.” He looks down at me, smiling. “I’ll be patient. I think you’ll be worth the wait.”
“Thank you.” Stopping in front of my house, I pull my hand away. “Goodnight.”
Antonio grins and looks over his shoulder. “No kiss?”
“Here?”
“We’re alone. No one followed us. The press left hours ago to go back to Boston.” He steps closer to me, pressing me against my door. “Kiss me, Giovanna.”
I nod my head. I’ve wanted it all night. As we kiss, his hands reach under my coat, roaming freely over my body. I let him touch whatever he wants. His hand moves between my legs and he begins to rub me hard over my jeans.
“No, Antonio,” I say, struggling to move his hand.
“Let me finish what I started,” he says, in my ear, kissing it sweetly. “You have no idea how badly I want to see you come, how much I want to see you overcome by pleasure that I caused. If this is all I can get tonight, I’ll take it.” He pushes my hand away from his, and presses me even more against the door. His free hand pulls at my thigh lifting it up around his leg. He kisses me with so much passion, I feel lightheaded. Every part of my body is warming from the inside out, and I want to tear off my clothes and lay before him.
“I can’t wait to touch you completely,” he whispers, “I can only imagine how beautiful your naked body is.”
I throw my head back as his lips dance over my neck then higher, gently nibbling on my earlobe. My breathing is hoarse, and I grip his neck, so close to the edge, I can hardly stand it.
“I want my cock inside of you so bad it hurts, Giovanna.” He bites gently at my neck. “Do you hear me? It fucking hurts.”
I nod, pressing against his hand, writhing as I move closer to climax. I want it, too. Oh Lord, how I want it.
“Say my name,” he whispers. “Tell me I make you feel good.”
I nod my head. “Antonio,” I whisper. I exhale deeply. “It feels so good.”
“I make you feel good.”
“Yes,” I murmur. “You do.”
“It can be like this every time we’re together, Beautiful.” He kisses me hard again. Finally, my body reacts, and I explode in orgasm, panting and clawing at Antonio as he holds me up. He pulls me close, shushing me and stroking my hair. It’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me with my clothes on. He moves away slightly, gripping my chin. “We can have this all the time and so much more. All you have to do is say yes.” He kisses my mouth, softly, before he steps back straightening his coat. Smiling, he rubs his cock. “I enjoyed that very much. You?”
I just nod, unable to speak, grinning and trying to catch my breath.
He lightly moves my hair from my shoulder. “I know you did.” He rubs his thumb over my chin. “Goodnight, Beautiful.”
“Night, Movie Star,” I murmur, my voice sounding raspy and deep. I clear my throat in an attempt to pull myself back together again.
Antonio winks and walks away. Inside, I peel off my coat. In my bathroom, I stare at my reflection and smile. That man is fucking incredible. I fall into bed with the biggest smile I’ve had on my face in a very long time.