Page 209 of Falling for the Wife

She didn’t object. It was a great thing, too, because had she rejected the idea, I would have been worried. Gelato was something I indulged in all year round, and if someone didn’t have the same mentality as I, it would have been a red flag for me. It was rather petty, but I was a man who knew what he wanted, and thankfully, Kimberly had passed most on my checklist.

“What’s your favorite flavor?” I casually inquired as the server waited for us to figure out what to order.

“Strawberry,” She blurted out as her eyes took in the bright display of the gelatos in the glass fridge. “Wait … I should try something different. Have any suggestions?”

That was a question that didn’t need to be pondered much. “Si, you have to try hazelnut. It’s out of this world.” Nothing could compare to it in my humble opinion.

To satisfy both of her urges, she ordered a scoop of each.

The moment we had cones in our hands, we then continued on to our next spot.

“This is to die for. It’s a fucking crime that this isn’t part of everyone’s life back home. This shit is the bomb!” Her eyes were closed in pure, unadulterated bliss.

Che cazzo!How could she make eating an ice cream look so fucking criminal?

My cock throbbed at the sight of her licking the side of the cone, swiping the melted cream off her tongue as she moaned with pleasure.

I attempted to think of things that would make my cock settle down, but no images seemed to avail. Nor did it help that she had a dab left on the side of her lip, vying for my undivided attention.

“You have something on your face.” Barely pausing, I reached out to wipe off the wickedly offending drop with my thumb before placing it on my lips and licking it with the tip of my tongue. “Delizioso.”

Her eyes grew big before her lips slightly parted. “Fuck …” Her throat bobbed up and down, eyes drawn to my lips, seeming mesmerized by my gesture.

Dio!With the way she looked at me, I would love to pin her against the nearest flat surface and slide my cock into her warmth. My desire was becoming uncontainable with each passing second.

“Don’t look at me like that, cara. I won’t be able to hold back from kissing you. Trust me, my restraint has been tested to its limit.”

She bit her luscious lip, ambivalent. “I could tease you about that, but I have a feeling that you’re the type who would deliver.”

If my insides were going through such a pandemonium, I could only imagine what she saw in my eyes. I was sure she could see the explicit hunger that only she could satisfy.

“I suggest we carry on, then,” I rasped out as I tried my damnedest to burying my wicked thoughts.

Without ado, we set out towards the Pantheon then onto Piazza Navona. The tone had shifted to a more palpable atmosphere, sexual tension charged between us. Gone was the easy playfulness we’d had. It got to the point that she declined getting her pictures taken. However, we tried to find a common place between the sexual energy and sensibility.

The stroll lasted for over four hours. Any tourist could have achieved such a feat in over an hour or so, but we took our time, talking about the culture and history as we learned about each other.

After the mini tour, I led her towards a café that was open almost twenty-four hours and only closed when it was time for siesta. We ordered a light meal with freshly baked bread along with espressos. And when the coffee came, Kimberly gawked at the sight of me drinking it scalding hot.

“You just drink it like that? Isn’t your tongue in pain? And you didn’t even use anything—no sugar, no milk?” she was flabbergasted, as if I were a different species she had just discovered.

Her facial expression made me laugh. She was beyond comical and didn’t even realize it.

“Si. It’s the proper way to enjoy espresso—scalding hot and black. And to answer your curiosity; no, my tongue isn’t in pain. You get used to it until you don’t even feel the sting.”

She was incredulous. “That’s pretty gangster.”

“Mi scusi?”

“Shit! That’s not what I meant. You’re far from looking like the hood gangster. Fuck,” she immediately retracted, blushing as she grinned madly at me.

Por Dio. How could one curse in a manner that was deemed adorable? Kimberly did it without even trying.

Just before we finished our breakfast, I called upon my assistant to hunt down her father’s address. The query took approximately ten minutes. So after taking care of the bill, I hailed a taxi and gave the address. Once we were in the cab, I gave her my phone number, telling her she needed to call me the moment she had awoken. She promised without needing me to convince her.

The car stopped right in front of their apartment. And since this wasn’t a good-bye but merely a temporary parting, instead of kissing her lips, I took her hand and gently kissed it before hearing her sharp intake of breath.

“Welcome to Roma, Kimberly. I hope you’ll fall in love with it like most people do.”

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