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see the city.”
    We slid into the back seat of the Mercedes and this time Jesse sat with me, putting his arms around me and snuggling up close, as Coach chauffeured us back to town. I melted into his arms and I was even more ecstatic than before, wrapped in a cocoon of happiness, anxious to get to the Sheraton Hotel in Milan, the city at the center of fashion design and all things gloriously artistic. I had definitely made the right decision to follow Jesse to Italy. All of my doubts were washed away as the mellow countryside whizzed past the car window and transformed into a historical cityscape.
    “I can’t wait to get to the hotel room,” Jesse’s voice rumbled low as he murmured into my ear. I scrunched up my shoulder to the ear he was nibbling. Delicious tingles raced through my body. It had only been 24 hours since I showed up at the airport at the last minute to come with him to Italy, and this whole time I had been dying to be in his arms, pressed up against his body, drinking in his kisses. I turned my head hungrily, devouring his lips in a kiss of lust and passion, sucking them into my mouth only briefly as I was self-conscious of Coach driving in the front seat. I whispered against his lips, “I can’t wait either. It’s driving me crazy.”
    He pressed his lips to my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby.”
    I rolled my eyes and sucked in a breath to try to quell my rising desire. I gently shoved him back, to put some space between us, in an effort to keep my passion from spilling over into the back seat of the car.

Chapter 3
    Niki
    T he minutes ticked by slowly as we drove the remainder of the miles to our hotel and finally, after we checked in and said goodbye to Coach, Jesse slid the key into the lock of our door. My insides grew warm again as Jesse took me by the hand and led me into the room. He flung down his backpack and rolled the suitcases in like he was in a race, then locked the door behind him. I was steaming with desire in two seconds flat and we both began clawing and tearing at each other’s clothes. I was the first to strip completely and he pushed me down onto the hotel bed, looming over me like a fire breathing beast. “I’m going to make hot love to you, the way you like it, the way you want me to. I’ve had a raging hard on ever since we got into the back seat of the Mercedes.”
    His words made my pulse jump in rapid fire succession of heartbeats, shooting electricity through my veins. Making me even hotter for his touch, if that were even possible. He reached out and ran the palm of his hand up my stomach, filling it with my breast at the end of its journey. As he squeezed, his tattoo danced on the skin of his arm, set in motion by powerful muscles below the surface. In a flash, the expression in his eyes grew deep and filled with desire. It pierced me to my core, entering me with such force and power, commanding me to succumb to his hunger, as if he were fucking me with his eyes. Caught off guard by the powerfulness of it, I drew in a sharp breath, and a rush of adrenaline spiked to every part of my body.
    An unruly lock of hair hung down as he towered over me; that sexy lock of hair, it drove me wild. I bit my lip. He pushed it back with one hand as he fondled my breast with the other, pinching my nipple up to a hard point. His lips came down on mine and I melted into his authority. I was in heaven. My heart was dancing and every nerve ending was vibrating in a euphoric buzz as I moaned against his lips.
    “See how hard I am for you, baby.” His voice was a breathy growl. His clothes were in a pile on the floor and he hovered above me, taunting me with his cock, massive and hard, blue veins bulging. As he pressed the length of his body against me, I could feel it; hard as steel. He took a breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled and flicked over the bud of my nipple, pink and puckered with excitement. I whimpered and arched my back, thrusting it deeper into his mouth,