"Ciao, bella." He grabbed me, kissed me on the cheeks, European style and lingered a little too long with his hand on my ass. "You are even much more beautiful than the pictures. You must allow me to service you in the car on the way to your residence."
Okay, that answered that question.
One down, two more to seduce.
I specifically asked Gloria to search in countries that were known to have a fondness for bigger women. Africa, Russia and Eastern Europe, stay far away from Asia. I could squish one of their women between my boobs. Probably the men too. Tiny people made me uncomfortable.
Except maybe oompa loompas. Those guys had a river of chocolate and never-ending gobstoppers.
"Maybe not while I'm driving, but we'll have plenty of fun tonight when we all get to know each other." In the biblical sense.
Ilario looked me up and down, lust in his eyes. "As you wish, bella."
He spent the drive switching between touching me and gawking out the windows. A hand on my thigh when we crossed the bridge, a caress of my arm when he leaned over me to see if the buildings on my side reached the sky too. "I think I will have a lot of fun here. Will we be going into this city at all?"
Five minutes with Ilario and I knew this was no Jersey Shore Italian Stallion. He was going to be exactly the diversion I'd been looking for.
My body reacted with warmth at each of his touches. I was half turned on by his enthusiasm alone. "Of course, Ilario. You're here to study and learn."
"And to make love with you. I will study and learn your body as well as the hospitality industry." It should sound corny, but the heat and sincerity in his voice were both so real.
"Well, yes, but it's not like you're my sex slave. I expect you to have a life too." It was almost embarrassing how into me he acted. Although I somehow knew it wasn't an act. I signed up for this, paid a lot of money for it, but the first reality check was weird.
"Ah, but what if I want to be your sex slave?" He waggled his eyebrows at me.
Geez. Gloria said Ilario was into the sexual submission thing. I would have to learn how to put on a dominatrix persona for him. Gray's dominance turned me right the fuck on. If that was Ilario's kink too, I wouldn't deny him that.
I was more than ready to explore that duality I'd experienced with Hawk and Ian. Top and bottom, in control and out of it. All sounded fun to me.
Imagining Ilario on his knees in front of me created a feeling like a caffeine rush, but between my legs. There was definite appeal there. It could be addictive.
I parked the car next to a very familiar motorcycle. It wasn't supposed to be here. I gripped the steering wheel until the leather felt slimy under my hands.
"Angelina, you are nervous?" Ilario asked. "Don't be. We are here to have a good time."
"No, no. I'm fine. Let's go in and get you settled." I moved to get out of the car.
Ilario's hand on my arm stopped me. "I think maybe you are feeling awkward. I can fix that for you."
Ever since Gray went on vacation, everything in my life had been slightly off kilter. Only a few days and I was a mess. It wasn't that I relied on him for way more than I was willing to admit. I'd already proven that I could do and get whatever I wanted. Case in point, Ilario.
If Gray was here now, I didn't know what to do with myself.
I wanted him, I needed him, I didn't want him, I didn't need him. Gah. I was a mess. Not the impression I wanted to make on Ilario or the other two guys.
Pull it together. Stick with the plan.
I released my death grip on the steering wheel and wiggled my fingers counting backward from ten. My heart still felt trapped in my chest, but it wasn't beating as fast.
"You're sweet to be concerned." I patted Ilario's leg. Ooh. Muscles. "I know exactly what track your mind is on, and I like it. But you must be tired from the flight and the time change."
"I'm never too tired for this." He leaned across the seat and slid a hand into my hair. His pupils dilated until the black faded into the dark brown, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my lips and back. He hovered so close I could taste the spice of cinnamon in his breath. "Please, bella."
He waited for me to come the last ten percent and kiss him. His chest rose and fell in the rapid way a man with a lot of sexual need did. But he didn't move closer.
"Please, mistress."
Was that what I was now? A mistress?
Hijole.
That tickled places inside that both felt good and too much. I knew squat about being a mistress.
I liked the power exchange play I'd had with Hawk and Ian. I'd been more than turned on by the way Ian had submitted to the will of Gray.
I wasn't sure it would be the same if I was giving the commands.
Guess I was about to find out. Because I wasn't allowed to lie to myself anymore, I had to admit letting him pleasure me would relieve all kinds of stress.
"Make me feel good, Ilario." Not bad for my first command.
"Yes, mistress." He smiled and kissed me, gently swiping his tongue across my lips, asking for entrance. Instead, I pushed into his mouth. I took over the kiss, took control, unlike ever before, gripping his hair, holding it tight. He moaned so deep and low it sent goose bumps across my skin.
This wasn't me and it had never been my role. I was the one who took what was given. So why did this feel so damn good?
"Mistress, can I please touch your naked skin? I've been dying to see your beautiful breasts for a month."
Mmm. I could make him lick and tease me with his tongue. I loved having my breasts played with, my nipples suckled. I could ask him to do whatever I wanted. "Yes, I want you to taste me."
Even as I pulled open the V-neck of my wrap shirt to expose the lacy bit of material masquerading as a bra, I wondered if Gray was somewhere watching.
Ilario bent his head and pressed light kisses down from my neck to between my breasts. The pressure was too light. I wanted more, so I grabbed the back of his head and found we were stuck inches from each other. Chingada. The front seat of the Testarossa was not made for sex.
"Let's move this inside," I whispered.
I'd never seen anyone unbuckle a seat belt and get out of car so fast. It made me giggle. I followed Ilario into the house and directed him toward the living room.
We didn't get that far. Gray leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed, looking broody in a low-slung pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Ilario had made me forget for a second-the span of a kiss-about Gray and his disapproval.
"Hello, I'm Ilario." He offered his hand to Grayson. They shook, but I saw how Ilario wiggled his fingers to restore blood flow afterward. "Are you one of her lovers also?"
Hay, Dios Mio. I couldn't wait to hear the answer to this.
Gray spoke to Ilario, but looked at me. "Her pleasure is all mine."
What the fuck did that mean?
Ilario ignored Gray's surliness and smiled. "Excellent. We were about to engage in some love making. Maybe you can join us."
Gray didn't move, except for that damn muscle in his jaw. "Angel's worked harder today than usual and she looks pretty tired. Why don't I show you to your room and we'll let her freshen up?"
"Grayson." I meant it as a warning, but my voice was a bit too breathy to pull that off.
"No bella, he is right. I don't want to tire you, I am here to serve." Ilario kissed my hand. "I will get my bag and unpack. I can relax too. Then I will be refreshed for the evening with you."
He trotted off like a cute little puppy. I adored him already.
Ilario was outside before I said anything to Gray. The warning I couldn't quite grasp onto before came out full force now. "First of all, what are you doing here? You said you were taking vacation. Second, are you really going to ruin this for me?"
I almost wanted him to say yes.
Gray stood from his nonchalant position against the counter and moved into my personal space so fast he could have been The Flash.
He sucked all the air out of the room. I couldn't breathe with him that close, but I couldn't move away either.
"I can't stay away from you even if I wanted to, Angel. If you're going through with this insane plan, there's no way I'm letting any of these boys touch you without being here to control... the situation."
My brain simply did not process all the information and the responses my body insisted on. The implications of what he was saying were more than I wanted to think about.
Maybe it would be a better idea to pursue Gray instead of my harem plan. A plan that might, maybe, hopefully, make him jealous with all the wanton hedonism.