Her Venice Affair (The Albury Affairs) (6 page)

Chapter Four

Allan stared at her from across the table as she ate
greedily. They had worked up an appetite, but his stomach hunger was nothing
compared to the other hunger coursing through him. After three hours of the
best sex he’d ever had—though each one short with very little exploring—he was
still semi-erect. They’d had fast, frantic sex six times until his dick got too
weak to stand fully and she was sore. Her thighs were already red and bruising.
She was so sore he had to carry her out of the room to have their warmed
dinner. Gina was nice enough to heat it up when he called.

Allan stared at Riana, sitting across from him with
nothing on but his pale blue shirt. She looked completely ravished and happy to
be in that state. She was even humming and rocking to the tune in her head as
she ate.

She was beautiful, with her hair in complete disarray,
her lips puffy red, the sleeves of his Armani shirt rolled up to her elbows and
hot damn, the front buttons open right to below her breasts. Each time she
moved her arms, the shirt parted, exposing the swells of her breasts and the
narrow valley between.

He felt his shaft become fully erect and he had to
shift to make room in his pants. It was a good thing he didn’t have his briefs
on. Just thinking about being inside her made him so tight he was sure his
balls were turning blue.

 
She was so
tight that for a moment he thought she was a virgin, but when he entered her
fully he’d met no resistance except for her walls that squeezed around him. It
was probably the only reason why he’d recovered so fast to take her again and
again until he saw her bruising thighs.

His shaft bulged again, heavy with lust and he held
back a groan at the memory of her responsive cries. He had never come so hard
either, each time stronger than the one before. She’d wrapped herself around
him inside and out.

 
One thing
bugged him though. “Why did you want me to come inside you?”

Riana stopped rocking and humming. Her hand, holding a
piece of chicken, froze at her partially parted mouth. She slowly lowered the
piece of chicken to her plate. Her body slouched and she folded her hands on
her lap.

“I can’t get pregnant Allan. I told you I’m on birth
control. You have nothing to worry about.”

When her head dipped low he knew he’d hurt her by
doubting her. The girl didn’t have a malicious bone in her tiny body. But he
still needed to know.

“That’s not what I asked.”

She sighed with resignation. “Steve used to pull out
because he didn’t trust me not to trap him. I kept telling him I was safe but
he didn’t believe me.” She scoffed, her lips twitching in a pained smile. “Even
when he wore a condom he still pulled out.”

 
That worried
him. “So holding me inside you was what? A way to see if I trust you not to
trap me?”

She shrugged. “Yes. And I wanted to know what it felt
like.”

He held back a smile.
This chick was close to being a unicorn
. She surprised him with
everything she said and did. “How did it feel?”

Her lips stopped twitching and a full, sincere,
heart-twisting smile appeared. She then looked up at him shyly. “Complete. I
don’t know why I just—”

He cut her off, feeling one of her ramblings coming
on. “Can I trust you, Riana? Can I trust you not to trap me with a child?”

Her face turned hard and for the first time he saw
true anger on her face.

“If by some freak accident I do get pregnant, you
would have nothing to worry about.” She banged her fist on the table. “Damn it,
Allan! Not everyone wants you for your stupid money!”

She shot out of her seat, winced, and bent forward. He
knew she was in pain because of him. And after he’d used her to climb to levels
of pleasure he’d never known before, he should at least give her the benefit of
the doubt.

He stood up and moved to her. “Let me carry you back
to bed.”

She batted his hands away. “And anyway, I didn’t have
to hold you in the other six times.”

Seven?
Damn. Being inside her had been so good they kind of
blurred together. And no, she didn’t have to hold him in. Coming inside her was
so much sweeter. When her tight walls milked him dry, his orgasm was so intense
he felt it all the way to the tip of his toes.

She sank back into her seat slowly, wincing, “Is it
supposed to…ache like this?”

Allan smiled at her attempt to lighten the blow. She
didn’t want him to feel guilty for the pain she was in. Allan’s smile widened.
The girl was an angel.

He crouched down. “How did you use to feel with
Steve?” He noticed he hissed Steve’s name out. Why? The hell, he knew!

Riana blushed. “Unsatisfied, cheated. He isn’t nearly
as big as you and it always ended so fast, I didn’t even realize we were having
sex before it was over.”

Allan laughed. “That sounded so much like Loraine. So,
what about with me?”

She blushed harder. “Every time you are inside me, I
feel full, present, and included. All of me, not just…you know. Then I come
apart in your arms, and float up to the clouds. When I come back down to earth,
it quickly starts all over again. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm, let
alone that strong or so many times, before you.”

That stroked his ego and heated his blood. He reached
up and kissed her lightly on her lips. “I plan on giving you many more.”

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. “Maybe we
should wait until we get to Venice. You can buy condoms. I don’t want anything
to ruin this trip. It’s the only one I’ll ever have in my entire life.” Her
voice dropped to a whisper. “I want it to be perfect.”

Yup, she’s
a unicorn. My unicorn.

 
Allan felt a
twinge in his chest. He’d had many trips of this nature but this one felt
different. It felt more personal, more intimate. He wanted it to be perfect,
too, for Riana.

He brushed her unruly hair back and kissed her
forehead. “All right. If you are done eating, we should get some sleep.”

Her lips rose in a knowing smile. “Sleep or
sleep
?”

Allan threw his head back and laughed. “You are
insatiable! As much as I want to
sleep
,
you are too sore. And I want you to walk off the plane, not disembark in a
wheelchair.”

She chuckled. “You are so arrogant!”

He tucked his arm under her knees and the other behind
her back. Her arms came round his neck as he scooped her into his arms and
stood up. “You must admit, I do have a right to be so.”

Her eyes glazed over with desire and his shaft rose
fully to the occasion. It was going to be difficult to let her rest if she kept
looking at him like that.

“Yes you do,” she whispered in a sultry voice.

Allan groaned. He needed an ice pack. Now!

* * * *

Italy. I’m
actually out of the States and in another country!

Riana stepped off the plane and took a deep breath.
The air was warm and relaxing and so foreign!

There wasn’t much to see at the airport but the little
she did see excited her. She spread her arms out and leaned her head back. “I’m
in Venice!” She kissed her fingers and blew kisses.
“
Ti amo
Venice,
ti amo
!”

Allan laughed behind her but she didn’t care. She was
too happy to care and, in fact, she didn’t mind sharing the love. She wrapped
her arms around his neck and hung on to him so she could lift her legs off the
ground and force him to support her weight.

“Wow!” He quickly wrapped his free arm around her
waist and held her up against him.

“Thank you, Allan. No one has ever done anything as
wonderful as this for me.” She planted a short kiss on his lips. “So are we going
to the boat or sightseeing first?” she squealed in a sing song voice.

Allan chuckled. “You are really excited! I thought
you’d be exhausted after our flight.” He wiggled his brows, a wolfish grin
commanding his face.

Riana blushed. Allan had carried her to the bedroom
with every intention of letting her sleep. But when she lifted her hands up to
tie her unruly hair, out of the blue, he’d tackled her to the bed, forgetting
all his good intentions. They’d only made love once and right after she immediately
fell asleep. Riana was disappointed when she woke up in bed alone. Once she’d
showered in the tiny plane bathroom and ventured out the bedroom, she saw Allan
was already dressed, a cup of coffee in one hand and a document in the other.

He looked so focused on it and she didn’t want to
interrupt him. She had breakfast, read a magazine, and even took a nap while he
worked quietly, his complete attention commanded. He had only noticed she was
lying on the couch across from him when the pilot announced their descent. Only
then did he turn to his right, a lazy, sexy smile on his face and a twinkle in
his eye when he saw her. He stood up, crossed over to her, picked her up, kissed
her senseless, and settled her in her seat before he took his next to her. Her
usual anxiety had no room in her butterfly-filled belly.

“Not so much anymore. I’m too wired to sleep. Allan,
I’m actually in Venice!”

 
“No, you are
actually not,” he said laughingly, setting her down on the ground.

She quirked her brow and stared up at him. “
Huh
?”

Allan’s jaw tightened and a familiar look flashed in
his eyes. Riana took a cautious step back. As much as she wanted Allan to lock
them up in a room and make love to her for hours on end, she really wanted to
go sightseeing, eat pizza and pasta, and do all the other stuff people did in
Italy. She only had two weeks to do so, and she intended on spending half of it
with Allan in a more vertical position, so that only left a week to experience
the Italian life.

“Allan, where are we?”

He took a step closer and she took another back.
“Rome.”

“Why?”

“I thought you’d like to see all of Italy,” He moved
fast giving her no time to react, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her
flush against him. He pressed a light kiss on her lips. “First Rome,” kiss,
“Then Siena,” kiss, “Then Florence,” kiss, “Then Bologna,” kiss, “Then Milan,”
kiss, “then Turin.”

Riana giggled against his lips. “I think you’ll finish
the list faster without the kisses in between.”

Allan wrapped his arms around her, drawing her up on
her tip toes and placed a long, feather-light kiss on her lips that mashed her
mind for a moment.

“I’m in no hurry.” He brushed his lips against hers.
“Now where was I…
ah
, yes. Then finally
Genoa where we’ll take my yacht and sail around the country visiting the cities
and attractions at the coast,” kiss, “Naples,” kiss, “Bari…until we finally
arrive in Venice.”

Riana counted all the places he’d mentioned in her
head. She was more than excited to visit them all, but how were they going to
do that in two weeks? “Allan, we only have two weeks.”

He sighed, and released his hold enough so that she
dropped flat on her feet. “How would you like to extend your trip?”

Extend my
trip?
“For how long?”

His lips spread in a slow smile. “A month…or two?”

“What?”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, rocking her
from side to side. “I know you have two months before you start your teaching
course. I talked to Loraine on your way to the airport. Why not spend it having
fun and learning a new language, enjoying all that Italy has to offer?”

Riana held back her excitement for a moment longer.
“You wouldn’t mind spending all that money on me?”

Allan chuckled. “I’d be delighted to spoil you. And I
can finally have my long deserved vacation.”

“Don’t you have work to do? I don’t want—”

He cut her off with a chaste kiss. “I’ll work on my
laptop and video conference my meetings. If it’s urgent I’ll have to fly to
Venice and catch up with you later.”

She nibbled on her lower lip nervously. “One more
thing. Are we going to have to fly?”

Allan’s brow rose in question. “You are afraid of
flying? I never would have guessed it.”

Riana chuckled. “How could you when all you were
interested in was a certain naked lady.”

She swallowed a gasp when he smiled—the type of smile
that said, “I’ve seen you naked, I’ve sampled your goods, and can’t wait to
have more”—and an excited chill rushed down her spin.

 
“Oh yes. She
was very distracting. The best part is, I’m going to have her in that state of
undress for two whole months.”

Riana noticed he’d assumed she was going to stay those
two months. She didn’t mind. He was offering a two month tour of the Italian
country, a shopping spree, and all his attention, what woman could say no to
that?