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I stand before him in white lace underwear. His hungry eyes drop down my body. “I’ve waited all week to have you.” He unclips my bra and slides my panties down my legs.

I stand before him, naked and vulnerable. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”

He smiles darkly and unbuttons his shirt. My chest constricts when I see his broad chest and dark hair. He kicks his shoes off before he unfastens his trousers and slides them down. I’m blessed with the sight of his cock hanging hard between his legs. A smile crosses my face, and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from blurting out words of praise. I need to try and remain cool here. I can’t be his fan girl, but it’s pretty damn hard to stop myself when he’s so fucking gorgeous.

Our lips connect, and he walks me into the shower. The hot water tingles my skin. He pins me to the wall, lifts me, and then in one sharp movement he impales me deep. His cock jerks, and we stare at each other in awe.

“I like your shower,” I whisper.

He smiles darkly. “I’m about to get you dirty in it.”

HOURS LATER

The room is warm and the steam rises in puffs. It’s late, long after a respectable bedtime, but we can’t seem to go to sleep.

I smile at the man sitting opposite me in the bath. His hair is wet, hanging sexily over his forehead. His legs are spread, and my feet are resting on his chest. We’ve been in here for an hour. We keep letting the water out as it goes cold and topping it back up.

“We need a bigger bath,” he sighs.

“I think it’s the largest you can get.” I smile dreamily.

It’s perfect. I’m in a steamy hot bath with a sex god. I mean, what else is there in life?

“Tell me about your family?” he says to me.

“What do you want to know?”

“You said your parents got divorced when you were young.”

“Yes.” I pick up a sponge and squeeze the water out of it.

“They did.”

“Why?”

“My father had an affair. He…” I pause. It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about this. “He was in love with someone else and… he left us.”

Enrico picks up my foot and kisses it, not saying anything in response.

“It changed me. I’ve never been the same since.”

“Why not?”

“A piece of my love for my father died with his admission.” I splash the water up over my breasts as I think back to my painful childhood. “I felt like my whole life was a lie. If he didn’t love my mom how could he possibly love me?”

Enrico watches me intently.

“I remember crying myself to sleep, wishing I’d been better behaved because then he wouldn’t have left us.”

He picks my foot up and kisses it again.

“I’ll never understand how a person could be married to someone and have feelings for someone else.” I sigh. “I mean, how can that happen?”

We stay silent for a while. “He’s definitely not you,” I add.

“Meaning what?”

“Ferraras marry for life.” I smile softly. “Remember when you told me that?”