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hands to steady myself and try to hold the screams tickling the back of my throat.
Stefan grips my shoulder like a drowning man holding tight to a life preserver with one hand. He wraps an arm across my ribs, my chest, and closes his other hand over my breast, his groaning, moaning, and gravelly grunts now rumble against my back as he squeezes our bodies closer together.
I feel the warmth landing on my skin as he jolts and jerks his release between us.
He rests his head on the bookshelf, struggling to catch his breath. “So good . . .”
I smile, my eyes fixed on the bindings of Shakespeare’s greatest works.
***
I’m addicted. I am his helpless slave. Now that I’ve had a taste, all I want to do every moment of every day is touch him. The renewed lust smothers me, but having Stefan back feels like a gift and I’m grateful.
We spend more time in his bedroom than anywhere else. He makes love to me with such fervor and adoration that I shatter and crumble for him each time. The things he does, the way he makes me feel, the responses only he can pull out of me are pure magic. We learn how to please each other and our bodies match perfectly—each one a complement to the other.
Like everything Stefan does, he is an absolute master.
I decide to cancel my flight home. The idea of leaving this trip open-ended is scary, but I’m not ready to leave Stefan.
I sit down in Stefan’s office and call to let my parents know my schedule has changed.
Dad answers.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Carina. I really am. But are you sure about this?” my father asks.
“I am. Stefan is taking great care of me, Dad. You should see this place. It’s massive. I feel like I’m living in a museum or something.”
“Where does this Stefan get all that money from?”
“He owns two successful vineyards, Dad.”
“Okay, okay. I’m just asking.”
“How has Mom been doing?” He doesn’t answer right away, and it makes me nervous. “Dad?”
“She’s doing just fine. Don’t worry now. Call us soon.”
“I will. I love you.”
***
Weeks pass filled with nothing but time with Stefan and my growing love for him.
One evening before dinner, I find him working in his office. I knock on the open door, and he hangs up the phone, removing his glasses and leaning back in his chair.
He smiles when he sees me.
“Hello, darling.” I saunter toward him, and he swivels his chair toward me as I sit on the edge of his desk. “Are you busy?”
“No, I was just on the phone with my nephew, Lorenzo.” He rubs his hand on the back of his neck.
“Is everything all right?”
“Well, no. He said . . . my mother isn’t feeling well.”
“I’m sorry. Is your nephew with her?”
“Yes. My entire family lives together at the vineyard in Ravine Creek. I want you to meet them, but things have been so busy here. Lorenzo has been working hard to care for her. My sister, Gemma, and her daughter Nora are there as well. Everyone has been pitching in . . . everyone except me. I called Lorenzo because I need him to fly out here to assist me in some business affairs. He manages Ravine Creek, but I need some help with a project here. He’ll be here in a few days. I feel terrible that I’m asking him to fly out when Nonna isn’t well.”
I move to his lap, sitting across his thighs and running my fingers through his hair before taking his hand in mine. “Your mother is cared for. You shouldn’t worry.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
I know, from experience, he’s right. When someone you love is suffering, no words can make it right or ease your mind, and I find myself wishing I was home with my mom. Taking care of her was my life for a very long time.
I look over his shoulder at the huge tropical fish tank.
Creatures large and small move through the illuminated water, wrapped in their own little universe, enveloped in their isolated and artificial reality, not realizing or caring that there are
Stefan grips my shoulder like a drowning man holding tight to a life preserver with one hand. He wraps an arm across my ribs, my chest, and closes his other hand over my breast, his groaning, moaning, and gravelly grunts now rumble against my back as he squeezes our bodies closer together.
I feel the warmth landing on my skin as he jolts and jerks his release between us.
He rests his head on the bookshelf, struggling to catch his breath. “So good . . .”
I smile, my eyes fixed on the bindings of Shakespeare’s greatest works.
***
I’m addicted. I am his helpless slave. Now that I’ve had a taste, all I want to do every moment of every day is touch him. The renewed lust smothers me, but having Stefan back feels like a gift and I’m grateful.
We spend more time in his bedroom than anywhere else. He makes love to me with such fervor and adoration that I shatter and crumble for him each time. The things he does, the way he makes me feel, the responses only he can pull out of me are pure magic. We learn how to please each other and our bodies match perfectly—each one a complement to the other.
Like everything Stefan does, he is an absolute master.
I decide to cancel my flight home. The idea of leaving this trip open-ended is scary, but I’m not ready to leave Stefan.
I sit down in Stefan’s office and call to let my parents know my schedule has changed.
Dad answers.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Carina. I really am. But are you sure about this?” my father asks.
“I am. Stefan is taking great care of me, Dad. You should see this place. It’s massive. I feel like I’m living in a museum or something.”
“Where does this Stefan get all that money from?”
“He owns two successful vineyards, Dad.”
“Okay, okay. I’m just asking.”
“How has Mom been doing?” He doesn’t answer right away, and it makes me nervous. “Dad?”
“She’s doing just fine. Don’t worry now. Call us soon.”
“I will. I love you.”
***
Weeks pass filled with nothing but time with Stefan and my growing love for him.
One evening before dinner, I find him working in his office. I knock on the open door, and he hangs up the phone, removing his glasses and leaning back in his chair.
He smiles when he sees me.
“Hello, darling.” I saunter toward him, and he swivels his chair toward me as I sit on the edge of his desk. “Are you busy?”
“No, I was just on the phone with my nephew, Lorenzo.” He rubs his hand on the back of his neck.
“Is everything all right?”
“Well, no. He said . . . my mother isn’t feeling well.”
“I’m sorry. Is your nephew with her?”
“Yes. My entire family lives together at the vineyard in Ravine Creek. I want you to meet them, but things have been so busy here. Lorenzo has been working hard to care for her. My sister, Gemma, and her daughter Nora are there as well. Everyone has been pitching in . . . everyone except me. I called Lorenzo because I need him to fly out here to assist me in some business affairs. He manages Ravine Creek, but I need some help with a project here. He’ll be here in a few days. I feel terrible that I’m asking him to fly out when Nonna isn’t well.”
I move to his lap, sitting across his thighs and running my fingers through his hair before taking his hand in mine. “Your mother is cared for. You shouldn’t worry.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
I know, from experience, he’s right. When someone you love is suffering, no words can make it right or ease your mind, and I find myself wishing I was home with my mom. Taking care of her was my life for a very long time.
I look over his shoulder at the huge tropical fish tank.
Creatures large and small move through the illuminated water, wrapped in their own little universe, enveloped in their isolated and artificial reality, not realizing or caring that there are
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