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on every sensation, she enjoyed each caress and flick of his tongue. He squeezed her right buttocks and withdrew the other hand, which he used to part her folds.
    As his tongue slid deep inside her, she cupped her breasts then pinched and rolled her nipples. The combination of sensations forced a moan from her throat, and her legs quivered. At last he teased her clit with one lick and she let out a gasp.
    With a short laugh of triumph, he hastened his attention to her burning cleft, his fingers running along the folds. His tongue continued to circle and tease her clit with quick little darts but no focus. She came close to orgasm so many times she wanted to plead for release, beg him to finger-fuck her, but the desire to see what he would do next won out. The Italian tease knew exactly what he was doing.
    At last he sank two fingers deep into her cunt and mimicked fucking her while making an all-out assault on her clit. He sucked it and flicked his tongue across it so fast a hummingbird would have had trouble keeping up.
    She thought she’d prepared herself but Darcy’s whole body shivered as she arched and writhed under his skilled ministrations. Involuntary moans grew in volume and frequency until her orgasm exploded over her. Not a gentle rush like she had with her own hand or a vibrator. This overwhelming loss of control blanked out all rational thought. She screamed, bucked and thrashed. Violent quivers remained long past the last aftershock. Paolo looked on, a satisfied smile pulling his shining wet lips wide.
    A knock on the door silenced her panting. Paolo whipped around to stare at it in irritation.
    “Are you expecting anyone?” Darcy whispered.
    “No. Not a person knows I’m here except the gallery owner. But why would he come here? I have a mobile phone.”
    “I was pretty loud. We may have frightened the people next door.”
    They shared a nervous chuckle, then Paolo jumped to his feet and struggled into his jeans. Confining his enormous erection seemed unpleasant, even dangerous. It was definitely a shame.
    The knock sounded again, this time more frantic. On his way to the door, a female voice called out something in a foreign language and he froze. He must have recognized the voice, because he pivoted toward Darcy and his face blanched.
    “Get dressed,” he hissed.
    The knocks grew in urgency to steady pounding.
    “Who is it?” she whispered.
    “My fiancée.”

Chapter Two
     
    “Your—” Darcy vaulted out of bed and into her clothes faster than she’d peeled them off, cursing under her breath the whole time. “That’s just great. You could have mentioned her before I got all hot and lusty for your cock.”
    The pounding on the door increased. Paolo rushed to the only window and opened it. “Go out this way,” he gestured frantically.
    The woman outside the door began shouting in what Darcy assumed was a fast and furious Italian tirade. Paolo yelled something in reply as he shooed her out the window onto the fire escape.
    It all happened so quickly, and with her mind still numb after her world-class orgasm, it took her a minute to realize what she was allowing. Her hesitation lasted just long enough for Paolo to smooth the bed sheets and open the front door.
    The woman was surprisingly tiny, if one didn’t count the height of her hair. Rapid-fire Italian shot at Paolo in a tone set to kill. He was calm in his response, though she couldn’t understand him either.
    Until he called the other woman “ cara ”.
    Darcy slid right back in through the window and gave it a good slam in the off chance she hadn’t been seen. The silence that followed was decipherable in any language. So was the crack of an open palm across Paolo’s cheek and another slam as the other woman made her dramatic exit.
    Darcy was pretty sure she’d just learned some creative Italian slang.
    “Oh no you don’t, cara .” Paolo dared to grab her arm when Darcy tried to leave.
    “Don’t call me that.” She swung out