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except she wound up with his hand versus the console. From her little left toe to her right ear, her body reacted with a turn on. My sweet pussy.
    Kaaapooooom. Massimo accelerated, taking the car faster.
    Her nipples became sensitive to the air conditioning’s icy blast from the front vents. She attempted to cross her legs a second time—the sensation growing from her clit’s desire to be touched grew strong. I’m getting wet .
    Who knew road turbulence could stir such a response?
    “Eh, eh, eh.” Massimo laughed for a minute. Once his humor ceased he explained, “This car is a true stallion. It has a seven hundred horsepower.”
    “Giddy up!” she joked, and released her grip. Lex noted when she held his arm, Massimo’s third leg stirred in his slacks, promising to get loose. Unzip your pants, Masi. Show me whatcha got.
    Sinking deeper in her seat, feeling the heat, thinking about his dick, she hoped he’d slow down, and soon. She pressed her Tory Burch ballet flats against the car’s floor and tried not to let her newfound eroticism show. Tory, give me some advice here please.
    “And it can do zero to sixty in three seconds,” he finished. Massimo adjusted himself as the car sped over one hundred.
    She attempted to ignore his thrills and reminded him, “You were going to tell me about the island.” Lex swallowed hard, looking down at his groin mixed with the blur out the window—her head spun.
    “ Sì , Isola di Girasoli has been in my family for three hundred years. Once a Sicily colony, my great grandfather founded the land to grow sunflowers. As the taxes increased and Russia became the leader in sunflower oil production, our people searched for new ways to enjoy their wealth without paying the price.”
    The terracotta roofed homes nestled between the green hills created a picture perfect postcard. Hampton summers with her parents prior to her life going to shit flashed in her mind. Her eyes moistened thinking about better times.
    Lex lowered her tortoiseshell sunglasses over her eyes, grateful for the privacy they afforded her. “Is your father alive? I take it he’s not at the palace.” She didn’t remember reading any press on his father—ever. The tabloids kept the Tittoni coverage on the prince. Editorials remained somewhat shallow with sex and beach stories on his night life.
    “No, he died last year. He was in his seventies.” He kept his eyes on the road.
    “Seventies? Massimo your father would’ve been—”
    “Old when my mother gave birth to me, yes. My madre was eighteen when she wed my padre . There were thirty years between them. She passed away when I was seven in a boating accident.”
    They rounded a corner and headed up the opposing hillside.
    “I’m sorry for your loss.” Massimo didn’t have any immediate family. “Can you tell me where this royalty fits in?”
    He motioned to the beaches out the car window. “My famiglia founded the isle. Declared by the Italy’s King as royal sovereigns, the House of Tittonis created their own small kingdom. His son, my grandfather, developed the resorts you see on your right. And my padre added the casinos alongside our beaches.”
    “It’s very impressive,” Lex complimented him on Isola di Girasoli’s beauty, more than she expected.
    “Today, the royal crest is a society title, tax break and a privilege to live on the isola during the holidays. But I’m hoping to change the misfortunes in years to come—rebuild our empire and its riches.”
    “We have some things in common.” Lex deliberated on her finances and fought the urge to scream. “How much farther ’til we reach the airport?” she asked, reminding herself she needed to secure the fabrics and return to New York Fashion Week preparations. No time for new friendships.
    “Almost there, it is up this bluff.” He shifted the racer into overdrive. “I do not get to be here often. Since I am the heir, the royal secretary keeps my schedule packed with appearances