“Here are the remaining dishes. I need to wrap things up with the guests, so are you okay to finish up in here alone?” Jana turns to leave again.

“Um, sure…,” I call over my shoulder as my hands scrub dirty dishes in Rocco’s sink.

The party is over and I’m helping Jana clean up the remains of food, fun, and good company.

“Hey, Jana?” I ask before she walks out of the kitchen.

She turns around swiftly and impatiently. “What?”

I am timid to approach her about the payment, but I need to make sure she doesn’t forget. “Do you have the tips?” I wince, bracing for the wrath and impact of her reaction.

Just as I suspect, she huffs. “Is that really all you fucking care about? We just finished minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry,” I say and quickly turn back around.

I pick out a pattern print on the dishes to focus on to keep from crying. I thought my night to be amazing and here Jana is ruining it, just like the fucking bitch she is.

“Fine,” she says in an exasperating tone. “Here is your damn money.”

She shoves a white envelope at me and I quickly grab it before it falls into the water.

“Thank you,” I mumble and when she leaves, I discreetly open it to thumb through the crisp, fresh twenties, fifties, and even some hundred-dollar bills.

I can’t help but smile and I even make a tiny squealing sound in delight. Seeing this much money makes agreeing to be a part of the waitstaff tonight so incredibly worth it, I forget all about fucking Jana and her bad fucking vibes.

“Something funny?”

I spin around and notice Rocco standing in front of me with a devilishly fucking grin on his handsome face.

“Uh, no,” I chuckle nervously and shove the tips into my apron pocket. I turn back around and start scrubbing the dishes with vigor once again.

“It’s okay, you can be proud of your tips,” he says and slowly approaches me with his hands in his pockets. “I remember what it’s like to be young, impressionable, and excited to have that cash burning a hole in my pocket.”

He beams through his dark, gorgeous eyes.

“You do?” I turn the water off and take off the yellow gloves, excited that Rocco is engaging me in so much conversation tonight. If he wants to give me advice on my career, I’m all ears.

“Sure,” he moves closer to me with as much confidence and swagger as I’m certain is possible in a man as hot as him.

“I can teach you everything I know,” he grins and speaks with smooth charm.

More sexual innuendos. I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding in my chest.

“I’m always up for a good teaching session,” I wink mischievously at him, although I have no idea where my flirty confidence is coming from.

There’s something different about Rocco that gives me a warm silky sensation and I feel more at ease around him than I normally do.

“It’s really quiet,” I whisper, observing that all the guests are gone already.

“We’re all alone,” Rocco leans in.

I breathe in the scent of his cologne, I guess it’s probably Polo or something equally as expensive. He smells so fucking good I want to run my hands all over his body.

“It’s very private,” I croak and bite my lip.

I gaze into his eyes and I’m captivated by every feature of his gorgeous face.

He’s grinning at me with wild eyes and a hungry expression. The electrical current of chemistry explodes in the mere inches separating us.

“We can do anything we want,” he says with an air of adventurousness.

“Anything?” I ask and give him a seductive look.

I’m not a slut by any means, but I’m in Rocco Bornoli’s Hamptons house and he’s showering me with enormous amounts of attention such as I’m not used to receiving from rich, sexy guys.

I guess I get lost in the moment because as his fuzzy voice comes streaming back to my ears at full attention, I transcend out of my lusty daze and realize he’s asking me if I want a tour of the house.

“Um, sure,” I nod, not certain if his suggestion is really just a ploy to get me to his bedroom but either way, I’m fucking going to follow him with no questions asked.

We walk upstairs, and he points to various rooms. “That’s the game room,” he points down the hall. “Here’s my theatre room,” he gestures as we pass by it.

“Uh-huh,” I nod but my attention is exclusively on his sexy, muscular body and what he looks like naked.

Finally, my wishes come true when he stops in front of his bedroom.

“In here, well this is the bachelor mancave of the century,” he grins proudly.

“What?” I laugh.

“My bedroom,” he says and opens the set of double doors leading in.

There’s a gas fireplace on the right wall facing a huge, California king bed with red silky sheets.

The décor is smooth with clean lines. There is a very modern feel to the room even though the bones and structure of the house are more on the traditional cozy side.

“I like your room,” I say and stand awkwardly by the bed, hoping that he’ll toss me onto it and make love to me like a champion I’m sure he is in the sack.

“Good,” he grins and stares at me for a moment with a grin slyly stretching across his lips.

I can tell that he’s sizing me up and pondering whether to approach me for another kiss.

“It’s okay,” I whisper sensually and subtly touch the minuscule cleavage from my work shirt.

I guess this is invitation enough because he walks up to me and takes my head in his hands, kissing me with frantic, insatiable desire.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, you beautiful blonde babe,” he groans and pants between

mouthfuls of my lips and tongue.

“Thank you,” I breathe and move my neck up which he kisses as he sucks on my earlobe. “You’re hot too.”

“Every girl I know is the same. They are all boring and bitchy with dark hair.” He unbuttons my shirt and pulls it open, exposing my bra.

“Not you,” he continues to kiss me, moving down to my cleavage. “You are a breath of fresh air.”

I moan out as he removes my bra and nibbles on my nipples, sucking on them and licking them.

“That feels so good,” I say and lean back on the bed.

We are taking things to the next level and I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this, although I’m in ecstasy right now.

I want my wildest, sexiest fantasies to come true. I need to see Rocco’s hard throbbing cock. I can feel it as he presses up against me and its rock solid.

“I don’t usually warm up like this to a sexy woman,” he pants and eyes me with mischievous desire. “I’m usually like ice but one taste of your delicious scent and I’m melting.”

He is blazing in the way he touches me, and I feel the fire ignite between us. I moan and cry out as he pushes himself between my legs.

He is stating the obvious by telling me he’s usually cold and standoffish, but for whatever reason, he sees potential in me. It could be because I’m tall, blonde, and tan, but I hope my bubbly personality is some of the reason too.

I am desperate to see him fully naked and as he pulls his shirt up over his head, I get the first glimpse of his rock-hard abs and bulging muscles.

I am anxious to pull his pants down and see his delectable cock. I fumble with his belt because my hands are shaking. I realize I’m trembling with anticipation and desire.

As soon as I get the belt unhooked, I push his pants down to expose his hard, throbbing cock. He’s so fucking huge that my eyes grow wide.

“Do you think you can take all of me, you naughty little girl?” He grins with domineering tones.

“Yes,” I moan as I move underneath him.

“Get on your knees your sexy bitch,” he demands, and I nod my head with enthusiasm and in agreement with his orders.

I can’t believe this is really happening, and that I’m really living out those fantasies I got off to in the bath the other night.

I wrap my lips around his hard cock and push my mouth down slowly, licking his shaft as he groans and leans back against the bed.

I can feel his hard cock pulsing and I’m ready to devour him. He pushes my head further between his legs and I gobble him up.

I take every fucking, throbbing inch of him all the way to the end of his cock where his balls start.

I bob up and down with his help and support as he holds my head in place, feeling the sensation of his pre-cum drip and ooze.

A few minutes later, he pulls me off him. “Not yet sexy girl,” he grunts. I want to come in your tight little pussy.

“Okay,” I cry out and lie on the bed.

He holds his hard cock as he pushes it into of me, I’m already so wet, dripping with pussy juices of desire for him.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” he groans as he pushes himself further into me, burying himself deep inside my private places.

He thrusts in and out, harder and faster. “You’re so fucking wet,” he moans, and I cry out as he hits my g-spot.

“I think I’m going to come already,” I shout and tense my muscles.

“Good girl,” he encourages me and pumps faster.

After a second, I can’t contain my orgasm any longer and I explode with pleasure, all over his rock-hard cock.