[smg id=31099 type=normal align=center width=150] by Kirsty-Anne Still Page B

down his length after I’ve pushed the condom down, sensitizing and teasing him all at once. When I look back at him, I give him an expression of sheer innocence.
    “You have got no one fooled,” he tells me, his tone strained, but he doesn’t let that ruin this.
    Grabbing onto my hips, he lifts me to pull me forward and as I slip down, I feel him penetrate me whole. I gasp as his entire size fills me and he withdraws only to issue his first powerful thrust back into me. He hits my g-spot and all rhyme and reason flitters away. My head begins to fall backwards as he pushes his way into me, stealing my breath and sanity. I hold on, feeling unable to do anything but take what Zane has to offer. My body hasn’t felt this alive in months. Endorphins swim in my veins, revive my heart, and help bring my building orgasm alive.
    It doesn’t take me long for my orgasm to explode and, for once, I utter the name of the person I only wished was issuing me with one. “Z-Zane,” I stutter, my fingers digging in as my body clenches and releases around his rock hard length as he continues to drive into me with a few more swift penetrations until he comes, too.
    There’s a moment where we are just one, enjoying this euphoric state of nirvana and it’s complete bliss. When my high begins to disentangle from around me, I look at him, breathless, consumed, not ready to fall completely and wholeheartedly for him again just yet.
    “I’m drunk,” I say, propping myself up against his chest. “This doesn’t count.”
    Zane smirks, that cheekiness dancing in his eyes for the first time since yesterday. “Sweetheart, every time with you counts.”

CHAPTER SIX
     
    “This should be fun,” I grumble as I jump down from the breakfast bar. “Grand tour of la casa di Abbiati.” I finish my glass of orange juice and then look at Zane. “Where do you want to start?”
    “The bedroom?” Zane asks, wagging his eyebrows at me.
    I shake my head and walk toward him, pushing him out of the way as I head toward the large doors that lead down to the gym area. If I start here, I can lead him out onto the grounds and then back into the house for the rest of a grand tour.
    “Just follow and behave,” I warn and begin to open the doors to descend the stairs. “You’ve been here five days and you are lucky it hasn’t been all business. From what I can see, today is a quieter day than yesterday.”
    Yesterday, he ended up running around with Enzo, learning the ropes of who is who in the Dio Lavoro. Today, he gets a tour then we go our separate ways. It’s that or I’ll jump him and I cannot allow myself to be driven by my primal needs. However good it felt to have him take control and give me that moment of ecstasy, it’s dangerous ground we now tread upon. I have to keep reminding myself that the girl he loved just over four months ago isn’t here anymore. Once he learns of my atrocities, he’ll realize that, too. I don’t want to fall back in love for it to end with my heart breaking a third time.
    “Do you get them often?” Zane asks, trailing behind me.
    “No,” I scoff, laughing at his lunacy to even query it. “I’d enjoy it while you can. Usually, there’s something going on. Peace and quiet should have been left at the door.” As we hit the bottom step, I reach out to push the door to the gym open and enter. “This is where you can work out until you’re ready to collapse.”
    “I can think of a good workout we could both do,” Zane tries.
    “Behave,” I scold and walk away. I feel like I’m going to be reiterating my words to keep myself on some track of celibacy.
    “Behaving is boring,” he responds, petulantly. “Do I get a repeat performance of the other night? It’s been two days, and I can’t stop remembering the feeling of you clenching down on my cock, Amelia. That’s a workout I could use.”
    “You can work off some sexual tension after the tour,” I tell him, keeping my mind from wandering. I’m