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A deep, shuddering moan reverberates out of Dario. His cock pulses and he fills my belly with his cum. It is perfect.
I moan in bliss as my orgasm surges through me. I could pass out like this and die happy.
But he pulls me off, and my lungs seize the opportunity to gasp. I’m dizzy and euphoric. I loved every second of that and I’m confident Dario’s mind was blown by his first gay blow job. There is no going back for him now. I have fully converted him.
Humming contently, I tuck him back away, do up his fly and then his belt.
Then I wriggle back so I’m sitting fully in my own seat. I fish around in my handbag for a handkerchief. I’m like a Boy Scout, always prepared. With lube and clean up supplies.
I lift up my skirt and pull down my panties and get to work cleaning as best I can.
Dario makes a strange noise.
“Did you… Did you cum hands free just from blowing me?”
I grin. “All over my favorite silk panties.”
He groans, and my heart flutters in response. We are so definitely in love. It is magical.
Now we just need to find a way of being together.
Chapter twenty-seven
Dario
Riccardo’s country house is nice. A Georgian manor set in a few acres of land. Fifteen bedrooms and countless reception rooms. I like the high ceilings and the large windows. The grand staircase and the chandelier are tasteful. Riccardo can’t have chosen any of it, he must have trusted an interior designer.
Molly’s eyes were huge when we walked in. Maybe that is why Riccardo wanted him here. To show off and impress. Molly certainly has a way of making you see things in a new light. When I took him to the opera, he acted as if I had given him the moon and all the stars. It made me realize just how very jaded I have become. The finer things in life have lost their shine. But Molly is bringing the sparkle back.
Hopefully, that is the only thing Riccardo is seeking today. Otherwise, I do not understand why we are here. Riccardo’s most trusted inner circle are here. As are his security. Why is he suddenly letting them know about Molly?
Or does he think this house is big enough to still hide his dirty little secret? Or is he planning to make it look as if Molly is mine, in a move to discredit me?
My stomach churns. Part of me adores the thought of everyone knowing who Molly belongs to. The other parts of me are not so suicidal.
I take a deep breath. Calm. I need to stay calm and keep my wits about me. I have to be able to think quickly and act on my feet. This is a nest of vipers.
Molly flops down on his back on the fourposter bed, hard enough to make it bounce. He stretches out like a starfish.
“Oh my god! I could get used to this!” he exclaims.
Immediately, my mind whirls. I’m thinking of my liquid assets and my cash flows. How quickly can I buy a country house and a fourposter bed? It’s going to take a few months. Finding the right property will probably take longer than that, so it is all good.
“Where is your room?” Molly asks.
“Next door,” I grunt.
I cannot wait until there are no more fucking separate rooms. Molly is going to sleep in my arms every night. That way, he will never wake up scared and alone in the dark.
Molly props himself up on his elbows. “That’s good. I’d hate it if you were at the other end of the house.”
Our gazes lock. Time slows. Our heartbeats synchronize. I can tell exactly what he is thinking. He is thinking about how this is a big house. With thick walls and no cameras. I might be able to sneak in here tonight.
After Riccardo has visited.
Bile burns my throat. Molly sees my expression and looks away. My heart sinks. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not disgusted. I don’t think Molly is dirty or tainted.
The only problem is that I’m jealous and possessive and burning with envy.
