HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD

18. A GOOD BAD DECISION

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

A GOOD BAD DECISION

I thought Diane would try to stop me, perhaps make me rethink this reckless decision but she doesn’t. Instead, she eggs me on. She claims Dante is good-looking enough to distract me for night. She is not wrong about that. Except she is supposed to be the voice of reason between us. Because believe me, Eric is the king of bad decisions. I wouldn’t even bother asking him about any of this.

“You know you are allowed to change your mind, right?” Dante says, making my gaze shoot up. We are waiting for the valet to bring his car around.

“Hmm?”

“You have this look in your eyes. Its full of skepticism,” He pushes his palms inside his pockets and for a second his arms flex, distractingly so.

“I just…I never do this sort of thing,” I admit. Its quite chilly tonight and he must have noticed because he grabs his coat which he had taken on our way out, putting it on my shoulder and I murmured a thank you.

“What sort of thing? Going home with a stranger?” He looks quite amused.

“Yeah,” I say, “I’ve always been so-“

“Guarded? Yeah, I can tell,” He only smiles just as the Valet appears with his car which is a rather sleek black BMW. He hands him the keys and he tips him in return before opening the car door for me.

I slide in. He was right. His hotel isn’t far and barely five minutes later, we are in the elevator, heading for the eleventh floor. He turns around to face me, his gaze meeting mine and before I can comprehend what he is doing, he pins me against the wall.

“Can I kiss you, Tesoro Mio?” It comes out a little breathy but I’m too turned on at this point to care much about it.

I nod, barely trusting my voice. He moves, his right hand grabbing the back of my head as he smashes his lips against mine. In all my life I’ve only ever kissed one man; my stupid cunt of a husband. Until now. There is something feral about the way our lips move hungrily against each other that sends a wave of heat coiling between my legs. It’s a strangely disarming feeling and I f*****g love it.

“f**k it!” He suddenly cusses and before I can comprehend what is happening, he suddenly hits a button behind me. The elevator comes to a sudden halt but the elevator doors don’t open.

“W-What are you doing?” I whisper-ask, feeling a little confused.

A smirk crawls over his bottom lip, “Trying to have a little fun,”

There is something dangerously seductive about that smirk on his face. Or maybe I’m just f*****g drunk. He leans back in for a kiss with his hand sliding beneath my dress, tagging aside my panties before I can stop him. I don’t want to stop him. The touch of his finger against the folds of the space between my legs, makes a moan shudder through me. I pull away from his lips, my back arched, head angled to look up while my eyes shut. At first, his touch is slow, almost as though he is savoring every moment of it. Then his lips find my neck, trailing kisses on it. I’m so lost in the ecstasy of the moment that I don’t care about how reckless this is. I just want him deep inside me. I want him to keep his promise and f**k me until my heartbreak is the last thing on my mind.

“f**k!” I cuss when his finger slides inside me while he simultaneously bites my neck.

At first, he thrusts his finger slowly then soon the pressure increases, mounting the pleasure inside me. I can feel myself getting wet and I’m very much aware of the moans tumbling out of my lips but I don’t care who hears. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he pushes a second finger inside me and I’m f*****g aware of how I’m about to come undone.

“f**k! Yes!” My lips keeping chanting the words over and again while my body begs for release. I’m aware of just how close I’m to climaxing with each thrust but then suddenly he stops.

My eyes fly open, ready to cuss him out only to find him smirking hard.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you?” I breathe. Every part of me was screaming for him to finish what he has just started.

“I’m not the only one,” I look down and sure enough there is a bulge pressing against his pants. He presses a button, the doors beginning to slide open, “Ready to finish what we started Tesoro Mio?”

“Oh, I’m so f*****g ready,” I mouth, pushing down my dress just as the door slides open completely, revealing an older couple and someone I assume is their teenage daughter going through her rebel phase.

“Some of us have planes to catch,” the woman mutters, shooting us a very annoyed look.

Fuck! They knew what we had been doing in the elevator. Dear heavens! This is why I’m always so careful. Dante only shrugs, leaning in briefly to peck my lips as he his hand comes into contact with my ass. A surprised gasp leaves my lips.

“You’ve never been spanked,” He chuckles with realization, “ You are so damn innocent it makes me want to do the dirtiest s**t to you,”

Fuck it! Maybe spending my early morning like this doesn’t sound so bad.