Page 25 of The Hitman's Rose

"Not really?" She rolls her eyes. "Didn't think you'd ever tell me a bold-faced lie."

Bold-faced lie?The words are like a slap in the face. I know she’s semi-teasing; however, I don’t want her to ever think of me as a liar.

I quickly make my way over to her. I leave only a few inches between us as I look her in the eyes. She nibbles her bottom lip nervously. She’s already registering that she’s in big trouble.

“I am many things, Rosaline,” I say, placing my fingers gently under her chin. “However, a liar will never be one of them. Do you understand?”

She nods slowly.

“Are you nodding to pacify me? Or can do you truly know that I wouldn’t lie to you?” She doesn’t answer me. She seems to be searching my face for something. Answers? Hint to a lie? “You’ll learn over time, Rosaline. I’d never lie to you.”

I drop my hand and step back to give her space.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–” I begin, but my words are cut short. Rosaline’s arms wrap around my neck. Her lips press against mine and she kisses me. I lose all sense of reasoning.

My eyes close and I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer against me. My body tenses briefly as I feel her bare skin against mine. Her towel is gone. She isn’t naked. I felt the edge of her bikini as my arm slid around her. But even the thought of her in a bikini has my dick hard.

Fuck, she’s sexy.

My hand cups her face gently just as her tongue slides between my lips. She’s only adding fuel to my desire. So much fucking fuel.

Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, deepening the much anticipated kiss. Rosaline lowers one of her arms. I begin to wonder if she’s going to end our kiss. Just as the question is formulating in my mind, she grabs the waistline of my swim trunks.

“Fuck,” I growl, sucking in a sharp breath. Rosaline giggles softly and breaks our kiss.

I look down to find her grinning up at me.

“You’re very naughty, Beautiful,” I smirk.

“Are you complaining?” she asks, grabbing my cock.

“Fuck,” I grit between clenched teeth.

“I had a feeling you’d be…” she blushes. “Well, you know.”

The confident vixen has quickly turned into a shy mouse. I can’t help but find even that attractive. I like everything about the woman. She can do no wrong in my book.

“Not sure I do know, but I’ll let you off the hook.” I kiss her gently and smile.

“Well, you’re tall.” She grips my dick firmly and strokes one time. Only once. I damn near drop to my knees from the tease. “And very sexy.” She continues, stroking one more time.

Fuck. She’s trying to kill me.

“What else?” I ask through a rushed breath.

“Verysexy.” She slides her hand up and down my shaft. I grip her hips. “Oh, wait. Did I say that already?” she asks innocently.

“Fuck.”

“Want me to tell you a secret, Signore Bianchi?” Her soft, seductive voice mixed with her formalities has my dick throbbing in her hand. “Ooo. Someone liked that.”

“Definitely,” I reply huskily.

“Do you want to know my secret, Signore Bianchi?”

I lean down to her neck and bite it gently. She trembles against me. Her hold around my cock tightens and she begins stroking. This time she doesn’t stop.

“Tell me your secret, Signorina Romano,” I whisper against her ear.

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