Page 11 of The Billionaire's Off Chance

I shiver with need. I’m sure he knows how sensitive I am. I bite his neck and sigh, kissing the bite. He sighs contentedly. His hand pushes up my dress, getting access to my skin. My eyes widen. I look at him, seeing his eyes open and smiling. His fingers push aside my panties, and he uses his fingers to part the lips of my nether region. I gasp, feeling the pinch on my pleasure bud.

My alarm rings shrilly putting a stop to his actions. Awkwardly, I disengaged myself from him. “We ought to have gotten up early and be ready to leave. The alarm means we are an hour or so behind.”

He laughs, getting out of bed. His erection tents his joggers. Getting out of bed, I see the pillows are on the floor.He must have thrown them down.I roll my eyes.Jerk.

“We can afford to be late. They’ll wait regardless.” I know this, although it feels strange being late.

I throw a pillow at him. He catches it, throwing it back at me, followed by another one immediately. I scream dodging. “Hey!” I raise a hand to stall him. We break out in laughter. Catching my breath, I say, “Let’s not be too late then.”

He stops throwing the pillows. The only thing that stays the same is his hard and erect member, which hasn’t softened.This will be a long day.He’s got my sex drive revved up, and I’m doing my best to keep myself in check while he seems not to care.

We get dressed, pack the light travel luggage, and leave the hotel. We get into Lance’s black Porsche; he rolls the windows down as he drives. The cool air blows in, mussing my hair. We’re both wearing sunglasses and laughing from the exhilarating rush we’re getting from the ride. He plays a popular dance song that gets me moving. I’m having the time of my life with my off-limits grumpy boss.

After about an hour on the road, we leave the bustling streets of Italy. We reach the rural area with grasses as high as the Porsche, growing on either side of the road. Ahead, I see a signpost with an arrow pointing inward. Lance drives off the road following the arrow. “We’re close to the vineyard. The ride is coming to an end.” He winks, bringing his glasses up on his head. He looks suave.

I feel a sense of anticipation as we drive along the winding road, leading to the vineyard. We’re surrounded by rolling hills and lush greenery. I look out the window as the greenery changes into neat cultivated stretches of land. I see farmers on these lands working with straw hats on their heads.

I see a sign that reads, Benvenuti alla vigna Rosii. “What does that signpost say?” I point at it, but he’s already driven past it.

“Welcome to the Rosii Vineyard. My father, Marco Rosii, bought the land when he was young, thinking he’d be a rich successful farmer. Well, it turns out that he became a successful CEO instead.” He speaks fondly of his father.He must love his dad, unlike me and Paul.

We turn into the driveway, spotting a large stone house with red terracotta-tiled roof and a wooden gate. Lance parks and we get out. I smile at the sun, feeling its warmth and the gentle breeze on my skin. Lance appears in front of me, putting a hat on my head, similar to the one he just placed on his head.

We’re greeted by a friendly supervisor, Pierre Bryce. He is respectful, shaking Lance’s hand and kissing the back of mine. He leads us through the gate into the vineyard. Lance takes my hand, kissing it as if to erase the supervisor’s kiss. I hide my smile. Pierre leads us to the vineyard, where I see rows and rows of ripe and unripe grapevines, each with different variety and color.

I smell the sweet earthy aroma of the grapes and the soil. Lance begins to tell me about the grapes, the types and those specially cultivated for the Rosii special wine. I listen with interest, finding Lance's knowledge fascinating. Then Pierre takes us to the cellar where he keeps, stores and ages the wines, although most of the barrels are taken to a different location.

“Can you give us a minute, Pierre?” Lance orders him out and he leaves.

“Why did you send him away?”

“Because I’m taking over from here. This is the interesting part.” I notice an area set up with a couch and a table displaying wine glasses, cheese, chocolate, and napkins. I open my mouth to ask him what this is but nothing comes out. He takes a bottle of wine off the rack. It has a label with its age on it: 1898. He pops the fork and pours the wine into two glasses. I take the one he offers, sip the wine and savor its rich and complex taste.

“Wonderful. This must cost a fortune.” He places a finger on my lip, leans in, and kisses me. I smell the rich wine smell on his breath; it is slightly intoxicating.

“Don’t mention costs. Just enjoy. Let’s try another.” He leads me to a vintage couch by a fireplace, taking a different bottle with him.

By the time we get out from the cellar, it’s already dark, and I’m slightly drunk. Lance leads me to the house. He decides to spend the night, not wanting to drive after his alcohol consumption. Again, there’s only one room available for use.

“No arguing. We’re both going to use it. As you can see, it’s the only comfortable place for us to rest,” he says with flawless logic.He doesn’t even blush even when his intentions are clear.

I relent. We enter the room. It’s a small space that boasts a double bed, in which Lance and I have to sleep close together. A drawer with a lamp is by the side of the bed. I leave Lance to freshen up, then he takes his turn.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, applying lotion. The door to the bathroom creaks open, and Lance steps out in his towel. He ties it lazily; it looks like it’s about to fall off.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you'd be in the room,” he says without a hint of remorse in his voice, while walking toward me.

“You damn liar,” I sigh, looking up at him as he stands in front of me. I smell the lemon body wash he uses and the faint musk from his crotch. I can’t resist raising my hand to touch him. His skin is warm. I bring my hand down to his rapidly rising erection.

He sighs, placing his hands behind his head. “Let me see what you can do, baby,” he groans as I stroke him. His towel comes off. I press my face to his pubes, breathing in his scent.

I take him into my mouth, going deeper as he groans harder. I tear up a bit, taking all of him into my mouth. He pulls away, panting. “You’re going to be the death of me. Come here.” He pulls me up to kiss me.

He leads me to the only window in the room. I press my hands on the windowsill. I feel his erection teasing my core. He lubes himself with my juices. He puts his hand on my neck, and I crane to look back at him. He kisses me, while sliding into me slowly. I cry out, giving him access to go deeper until I have to come up for breath. He thrusts into me wild and hard. I jerk from the heat running rampant throughout my body.

My breath fogs up the glass of the windows. “Oh… Lance…” He squeezes my breasts, keeping them from swinging wildly. The pleasure is too much, and my legs begin to wobble. He carries me to bed, laying me down on the bed slowly. He climbs on me, sheathing himself with my walls. We fit perfectly like a glove. I wrap my hands around his neck, kissing him. There’s something so beautiful in the way we make love. He takes time kissing me, biting my shoulder and teasing my nipples.

He begins to jerk, growling as he reaches his peak. I tighten my legs around him, calling his name. The idea of him getting so much pleasure from me sends me over the edge. We both cry out in ecstasy. He lays on the bed and I climb up on him, kissing his chest and hugging him.There’s no use resisting this if it feels this good.

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