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with her other arm to give him her own smack. Yes, she loved fucking, but until today she’d never broken her rule about poaching on someone else’s territory.
    He easily caught her hand before she made contact, then walked her backward until he held her immobile against the closed door. He wasn’t hurting her and neither was he going to let her hurt him.
    “I did not deserve that from Sophia and I deserve it less from you, who I only brought pleasure.” He had the audacity to nuzzle her neck. “And there is more pleasure to be had.”
    “Are you kidding me? You’re engaged. Go stick it in her!”
    “I do not want to ‘stick it’ in her. I want you.”
    “And I want you…to stick it in your own ass!”
    Paolo looked at her like she was from another planet. “I do not own a donkey. And my marriage to Sophia has been arranged since birth. We do not love each other.”
    “Oh please. Nobody does that anymore.”
    “The Santoris do. For over two hundred years, the firstborn son has married a Tortucci and taken over the combined family business. You have no idea what trouble you have caused by showing yourself.”
    “That still doesn’t— Wait a minute… What trouble I caused? You knew you were engaged when you stuck your tongue up my pussy. I had no idea your cock was promised to someone else.”
    “Please, it is not like that. She was not the invited guest but she did not have to see you. I don’t want anyone to be hurt.”
    Something about the way he said it took the wind out of her sails. He sounded…desperate? “I must be crazy, but why don’t you tell me how it is, then.”
    He took a deep breath and a step back at her words, looking into her eyes like he wanted to read her soul. “Yes. I will tell you. As a friend. I could use a friend right now.”
    She’d never tried to be just friends with a guy she wanted to fuck. But she wasn’t heartless and the man had given her a megaorgasm. “Fine, but don’t try anything funny or you’ll be sipping gelato through a straw for a week.”
    Paolo’s smile lit up his face. Damn, he was gorgeous! He turned and led the way back to the futon, giving her a great view of his ass in jeans. And she didn’t mean his donkey, though damn, he was hung like one.
    Darcy reined in her lascivious thoughts and took a seat on the futon where she gratefully accepted a glass of wine. He joined her, looking a little desperate again.
    “My time here is borrowed,” he began. “It will be even shorter if I cannot sell any of my paintings at this showing. If nothing else, you must still model for me.”
    “Keep talking and I’ll think about it.”
    “ Si .” He nodded and took a long swallow of his wine. “As I said, I am the firstborn son of a Santori. It is my duty to carry on with tradition. I will honor that duty. But my heart, it only wants to paint, to capture the beauty of what I see before me and bring it to life on canvas. Cara , you have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. The most delicious I have ever tasted. I must paint it. You are my only true inspiration since I arrived in this country.”
    Darcy decided the endearment could slide for that one. “You want to paint my pussy?”
    “ Si .” He groaned the word, his gaze hot with yearning. “I see you on the bed with your legs spread, your back slightly arched so your hard red nipples point toward the ceiling. Your chin will be lifted so it is all one can see of your face. The focus will be on your exquisite pussy, swollen and wet from my tongue.”
    It was Darcy who couldn’t stifle a groan this time.
    Paolo pressed his advantage. “And if you will allow it, I will paint another vision of beauty. The same pose, the same focus but your pussy will be weeping our juices together after a good, hard fucking. I am so erect just thinking about it, I am leaking.”
    He was leaking? Darcy was so wet her entire pussy had turned to liquid. She refused to let him off the hook that easily, though. The man