But he’s flushed too, and he crowds me even though he’s wrapped me in the soft silk robe already. ‘You can see for yourself how beautiful you are when you lose total control.’
Oh. My.
‘Dain...’ I’m so flustered I can hardly say his name.
He chuckles. ‘You don’t think it would be fun?’
My heart races. Curiosity has me. As does the amusement in his eyes. He can be ridiculously fun. He reads my expression and his own lights up.
‘I’ll get the popcorn.’ He turns to the nearest cupboard.
He makes me giggle again. I feel reckless and wanton and naughty and it is so liberating. He grabs the cameras in one hand and takes my hand in the other and leads me into the large comfortable lounge that overlooks that deep blue pool.
I had no idea who Dain Anzelotti was, that night in the gondola. The lifestyle he lives is so foreign to anything I’ve ever experienced. Things that he doesn’t even notice take my breath away. The private jet. The people quietly attending to his every need. The fine silk perfectly tailored to skim a body sustained by meals whipped up by an award-winning private chef. But none of that is relevant right now. It’s just him and me—teasing each other, being free with each other.
It’s only because of one passionate whim, a wisp of recklessness in one moment, that we’re together again. I know these are a fantasy few days and they’re not for ever.
He splits the enormous smart screen hanging on the wall so the footage from both cameras plays simultaneously side by side. There’s a bird’s-eye angle from above us and a side-profile angle. He fiddles so we get the sound from only one of the cameras and it plays low on the speaker. There is music playing but I can still hear our conversation.
Dain takes a seat right behind me on the rug—encircling me. Neither of us eat the popcorn. I stare at the screen—riveted—half appalled. In the next moment I’m fully aroused. It was steamy at the time, now it’s just smoking hot and I’m toast.
There’s his dance. There’s me dropping to my knees and—
This time I can see his face, not just feel his reaction. I can see the size of him, the strain of his body—arching towards my touch. The way he looks at me as I pleasure him turns me to goo. I can’t sit still as I watch him then lift and spread me on that counter. Hearing his words—what he’s going to do to me—then seeing him do it to me is as hot as the moment it actually happened. Which honestly ought to be impossible.
‘What do you think?’ His breath stirs my hair.
I can’t look away from the screen but from behind he loosens my robe and touches me. He begins with my breasts but then one hand glides lower. I moan as I realise how wet I am in this instant but he tells me how good it is. How good I am. That he’s turned on too and he can’t wait to taste me again. And then I’m wetter still. And that just makes him double his words of approval because it means I’m ready to take him again and he really needs me to be ready—
‘See?’ He nips the side of my neck tenderly as he lifts me onto his lap and gives me everything I want in a slow, searing slide. ‘You’re so beautiful when you let me indulge you.’
I quiver in a mini release right away, because he’s so big and so hard and it’s just what I want. He groans as I take him to the hilt.
The action on the screen is fast and energetic, but his possession of me now is lush and lazy and total. He teases me intimately, so lightly with the tips of his fingers, so I grind on him harder, clenching within to lock him inside. He swears in earthy, guttural delight. I’m just utterly incoherent. Again. I don’t watch the climax on screen, I’m too busy having another.
It’s quite some time before I can speak again. He’s stretched out on the rug and taken me down with him and is holding me close. I’ve never experienced physical intimacy or pleasure like this. He’s playful and inventive and every time I’m left a shaking mess. It doesn’t get easier. It doesn’t lessen in intensity. It’s always unbearably exciting. And I can’t get enough.
As if he knows how raw I feel he caresses my back with long, light, tender strokes that slowly soothe my oversensitive soul. ‘Still want to delete it?’
I lift my head just enough to see his face. He’s flushed and handsome and like a pirate.
‘I...’
Can’t think when he smiles at me like that.
His smile is the most powerful weapon I’ve ever encountered. All I can do is smile back. ‘I can’t believe we did any of that.’
‘Yeah.’ He strokes my cheek. ‘Shall we go back to the house—?’
‘And see Lukas.’ I finish his thought.
He smiles even more. Then he unplugs the cameras from the screen and puts them in my hand. He curls my trembling fingers around them so I don’t drop them because I’m still so weak I’m butterfingered. ‘You should keep the recording to remember. Or replay again some time. It’s yours. Always. You decide what to do with it,’ he says. ‘I trust you.’
I can’t believe he’s given me this thing that is unbelievably personal. This is a man who loathes anything private being played out in public. A man who does the almost impossible to ensure any digital trace of him is erased. A man who values nothing more than his privacy.
‘I could sell this for money, Dain Anzelotti...’ I mutter. ‘I could put this online.’
‘You could. But I know you won’t.’ He smiles slightly. ‘Your reputation, remember? You once said your career would be ruined by an association with me.’