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has been a while. I’d like you to meetAlexis.”

Beinginnocently uncultured, I stuck out my hand to shake his ingreeting.

He chuckledand pulled me closer, kissing both sides of my cheeks. “Bella,Alexis. It is my pleasure.”

Bryce raisedhis eyebrows then hugged me to him.

NoticingBryce’s statement of claim, Antonio politely took a step back.“Signor Clark. Your suite is ready for you.”

“Grazie,Antonio.”

Bryce placedhis hand at the small of my back and led me toward theelevator.

“He was veryfriendly,” I said teasingly.

“He’s supposedto be. Just not with you, and not in front of me.”

Bryce swipedhis card through the security pad at the entrance to the suitedoor, which was situated on the top floor.

He pushed thedoor open after the click sounded. “After you, my love.”

I beamed andstepped through the door, being hit straight away with mustard andterracotta hues, gold fixtures and fittings, big ornate mirrors andreplica stone columns. It was very...well...Roman.

The suite hada lounge with a stone textured fire place which was lit and alreadycozy and inviting. On the floor in front of the fireplace was abeautifully patterned rug, and atop it was a Victorian-styled deepbuttoned chaise lounge. As I continued to walk through the suite, Itook in its opulence, the master bedroom being no exception. It washuge and followed the hues throughout the rest of the suite, exceptthe palette in the master bedroom had a subtle mustard shade whichcomplimented an elegant king sized bed backed with glorious thickgolden drapes that hung from a pelmet and fanned out like atriangle, framing the bed.

A knock at thedoor pulled me out of my mesmerised state. I walked back into thelounge area of the suite to see Bryce greet a bellhop deliveringour luggage and an attendant pushing a trolley containing a bottleof wine and a cloche. He politely thanked them both and closed thedoor behind them.

“Don’t you tipyour staff here?” I asked, as he set the cloche and bottle of wineon the table next to the chaise lounge.

“No, not inItaly, but I do take note of all my staff and their demeanour, andI make sure they are commended appropriately before I leave.”

I stepped upto him, placing my hands on his shoulders. “You are a very generousemployer. I can vouch for that.”

“Mmmm,” hegroaned, running his hands underneath my heavy coat and pushing itoff my shoulders. I did the same for him and removed his suitjacket, both of us tossing them onto the chair not too far fromwhere we were standing. I reached up, grabbed the nape of his neckand pulled his lips to mine, lips that I could never get enough of,plump, warm and sensationally talented at pleasing whatever theytouched.

His handsfound the zip at the top of my black Burberry shift dress, itfalling to the floor once the zip met its end. I stepped out of it,now standing in my black underwear, garter, stockings, and myLouboutin heeled boots.

“You’re afucking goddess, Alexis; a vision only worthy of the highestorder.”

I dropped tomy knees and unfastened his trousers while eye-fucking himwickedly. He cracked his neck from side to side, causing a ripplingsexy sensation to surge right through me. I dug my hands deep intohis pants releasing his thick hard cock from its now snug confines.It sprung free, positioned with authority and deliciously restingat the tip of my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his base,gripping tightly and dragging them up, pumping a glistening dropover his smooth crown. I licked its saltiness then ran my tongueover my teeth, allowing Bryce to see how much I enjoyed tastinghim.

He caressed myface lovingly, pure adoration pouring from his eyes and radiatingthrough his touch. “You are everything to me,” he said as he gentlypulled the clip out of my hair, releasing my blonde waves tocascade and frame my face.

I smiled athis ownership, gently teething his shaft.

His fingersflexed into my scalp, urging me to clamp my mouth down and suck himvigorously. “Fuck!” he growled as he hips bucked into me. “Alexis,stop. I need to be inside of you. Now!”

He pulled outand lifted me to my feet, scooping me into his arms and placing meonto the chaise lounge. The fire cracked and reached into the airabove it, giving the room not only warmth from the outside chill,but a romantic ambience to complement our first sexual union inItaly.

Bryce walkedaround to the foot of the chaise and ran his hands through hishair. “You have no idea how irresistible you look in that lingerieand reclined on that chair.”

Leaningforward, I snagged him by his tie. “Pants. Lose them. Now!”

He smirked atmy dominance then pushed his trousers to the ground and stepped outof them.

Yankingfiercely on his tie, I gave him no option but to crawl on top ofthe chaise and on top of me. I opened my legs, allowing him tosettle between them, and wasting no time, I aggressively tore openhis shirt, dislodging a couple of buttons.

He growled ashe leaned into me, his mouth finding my neck, my hands finding hiscock. I pulled my G-string aside, exposing my wet flesh, and withquick precision, guided him into me.

“Oh, God!” Imoaned with pleasure as he slid so perfectly in place.

I wrapped mylegs around his waist, securing him deep and tight as my pussyclenched down on him in acceptance.

“Fuck, I loveit when you squeeze me like that,” he said through gritted teeth,his words sending a fiery passion into my ears right down to mystomach.

“I love you somuch, Bryce,” I moaned, as he rolled his pelvis into me, over andover.

He thrust hardand deep. “I love you, too, Alexis.”

With my orgasmteetering; ready to wash over me, I dug my fingernails deep intohis flesh and waited for that surge of pleasure. When it rolledthrough me I dragged them down his back uncontrollably, forcing ananimalistic growl from Bryce that vibrated right through me.Holy fuck of all fucks.

Panting, Ishuddered with sensation, closing my eyes and going limp. Bryce didthe same, relaxing some of his weight on top of me. He was heavyand making it more difficult to breathe, but I didn’t care. Therewas nothing I wanted more in that moment than to feel his moist,warm body against mine.

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We had taken anap after making love,

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