Page 15 of Tryst

We gazed into one another’s eyes, inching our faces closer together. I rolled my tongue between my lips, gently stroking her forearms. Lips parting as we came together, I chastised myself in my mind, knowing I was just a millimeter away from kissing my best friend’s daughter, and fucking up my entire life. Prison was like a bad relationship I had for five years. I didn’t want her to be the rebound.

“Hey, boss.”

Fuck!I jerked back, pressing my hands on Elizabeth’s shoulders, dunking her under water. Peering back, I glared at my Underboss, who was standing next to the office door with his hand on the doorknob.

“I’ll be there in a second, Dimitri.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had company.”

Before I could respond, a hand gripped my restricted, rigid cock. Shoving a hand underwater, I tried to pry her away by her wrist. Her other hand tugged on the top of my boxer briefs, trying to pull them down as bubbles surfaced. I did my best to fight her, but she was determined. She massaged it through the fabric.

“Uh, we’ll be inside when you’re ready.”

With a nod, I turned back to Elizabeth, yanking her up the moment the door shut. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. “You’re the one who shoved me down, forcing my face to your dick, which by the way, is fucking huge.”

Rolling my eyes, I rested my palms on her hips trying to push her away, though I wasn’t putting much effort into it. “How did you hold your breath so long?”

She grinned widely. “Former lifeguard and blow jobs.”

“Fuck, Lizzie.” I muttered under my breath. “I have to go. You need to sneak in that door over there.” I lifted my chin toward the kitchen. “Go to my room and get some clothes on.”

“Who was that guy?”

Ignoring her question, I took her hands in mine, peeling her off me. “Do not come downstairs until I come get you. Do not test my orders. Do not fuck around and show up in my office. Just behave and go straight to my room. Am I clear?”

“Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars—”

“Elizabeth,” I murmured, “am I clear?” I squeezed her hand.

“Yes, sir.”

God, help me.

5

CROSSING THE LINE

Obeying, I snuck in through the kitchen door. With my body dripping wet, I carefully tiptoed through the back side of the mansion, doing my best not to slip on the marble floor. Since I wanted to respect his request, I hadn’t bothered to grab a towel from the cabinet by the pool. Despite me messing with him for a moment, I didn’t want to upset him or be seen by the possibly dangerous people he had coming to his home.

Navigating my way up the back staircase and down the long hallway to the master bedroom, I noticed not much had changed since the last time I was here. I knew the home inside and out. When I was younger, I would run through the oversized hallways, ducking inside the various large rooms while playing hide and seek.

Vincenzo always hosted a party in the summer and one for Christmas. Though the décor was the same, it had remained in style through the years. Mid-century artwork and accent furniture lined the enormous corridors with black, red, and white contemporary area rugs stretched down the long floors.

I stopped just outside his room, taking a deep breath. It was the one door we’d never been allowed to explore when we were younger. And now, he’dforcedme up here to hide me from his friends. The thought of being in his room gave me butterflies. It was a place I’d fantasized about for the last few years. I pulled the handle down, then pressed the door ajar ever so slightly. It quietly creaked as I guided it further open.

I expected his room to be outdated. Even though he’d not been away for terribly too long, he seemed behind the times on so many things, though the style had held its appeal. My gaze scrutinized every detail as I shut the door and crept into the enormous room. I paused in the center, turning slow circles.

My hair dripped onto the ebony wood floor, splashing droplets of water onto my bare feet. Suddenly, I felt exposed, though when I was in front of him, I was willing to bare it all. Wrapping my arms around my chest, I covered my breasts. My skin formed goosebumps from the chill of his air conditioner nipping my naked, wet body. My eyes trailed to the walnut furniture. Two cream, mid-century chairs sat in front of the windows with a matching chaise nearby, creating a sitting area around the gas fireplace adorned with blue crystals. The elegant wood paneling design on the feature wall behind his bed, and vaulted ceilings with a spiked chandelier, gave the space the perfect finishing touch.

Since my only clothes were nowhere in reach, I roamed toward the open door across the room and into the bathroom. It was just as impressive as his bedroom. The black hexagon tile led the way to an enormous shower room, with an oval soaker tub centered in front of a large window. The white subway tile walls presented a striking contrast to the otherwise dark bathroom.

I fantasized about the thrill of being fucked against the window or bent over the edge of the bathtub, unsure who would be curiously watching from a warm summer night backyard party; or huddled around his outdoor fire pit, roasting marshmallows in the winter. Pushing open the glass door, I stepped over the threshold into the shower. I stretched my arms out. It was bigger than I thought. My hands did not even come close to touching the sides. I stepped over to the faucet, turning the temperature as hot as my body could withstand.

“Ahh!” Giggling, I jumped out of the way of the icy blast of water.

Soon, steam rose as it heated. I took my time rinsing under the rain-style shower head above. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back, running my fingers through my hair, imagining Vincenzo’s manly hands caressing my entire body. I wanted him to dominate me until I couldn’t walk.

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