Her nipples are stiff peaks and I’m reminded of her on my bed this morning and my cock is leaking in my briefs. Hot drops of precum stain them as she clears her throat, averting her eyes from my crotch which is at her eye level.

She’s waiting for me to close the door to the car but part of me wants to yank my cock out and make her take care of the problem she started. Feel those lips that were just on mine wrapped around my cock. Smear her lipstick some more.

“It’s already 11:00 AM. We don’t have time.” And she’s right about that. Shocking me out of the fantasies that I was just having about her.

There is never time for the things we want to do.

The door slams as I release it, walking behind the car so I can shove my hands down my hands, gripping my cock as I rearrange it in my pants to relieve some of the pressure there. Taking a breath as I think about how she is going to be the death of me, I collect myself.

No one has ever affected me the way Ilaria does. And it’s been such a short period of time I know all I can do is fall even more.

12ILARIA

Well, I fucked up.

Kissing Dante in the parking lot had made me a mess.

The type of mess that was afraid to move too much because the spot between my legs was so sticky with the arousal that had surged there. His cock had been rocking against me and I could have cum from just his grinding.

And that fucking kiss.

The way his tongue had pressed against mine, sliding over it with the possessive dominance as if letting me know I was his. Making me feel like being his was the best thing in the world.

How I was so greedy, wanting to be his.

Fuck.

I take a breath as I look in the bathroom mirror at myself.

I need to finish getting ready before the photographer arrives. I know that having fantasies about my fiancée wasn’t helping me with my time at all.

“Dante!” I slip out of the bathroom, turning when he isn’t there in the bedroom, and throwing my hands up in annoyance. At least, he had gotten dressed since his clothes were missing.

My shoes hang off my fingers as I turn, seeing him in his office, a drink in his hand as he realizes I’m headed there. One hand is in his pocket his ever present rosary on his wrist hanging out as he turns, looking at me.

A curl of hair had fallen onto his forehead and I pause drinking in the sight of him.

He is in a black pair of pants, a white button up with a jacket over it, and the loafers I had bought him on the shopping spree earlier. I thought it would be a cute picture if we both had red bottoms on. His jacket is unbuttoned as well as the first few buttons of his shirt.

Fuck.

He is good looking in a way that is going to be trouble for me and my concentration.

“I need you to zipper my dress.” His eyebrow cocks at my words, the deep golden brown of his eyes locking me in place as I will myself to move closer.

Walking into the office, I turn my back to him, letting him pull my hair away from the back of my dress. It hangs over my shoulder as I feel the warmth of his body behind me. His fingers slide up my spine as Dante drags the zipper upward. My body trembling as I turn, meeting his eyes as he looks down at me with heat in his eyes.

Dante looked too serious and I wanted to make him smile for some reason.

But he didn’t give me the chance.

His hand slips around my neck, tilting my lips so they pressed against his and I was gone, forgetting myself as I lost myself in the sensation of kissing him.

His lips are warm against mine as he turns me, my ass hitting the desk and Dante pausing to lift me on the wood, his fingers digging into the back of my thighs as I whimper into his mouth.

The tug of his fingers  in my hair that was hanging down as he fists it at the sides of my head. I know the lipstick I had applied was getting messed up as the feverish frenzy of his kiss dominates me.

But lipstick can be reapplied. There is always time to be kissed like this.

A clicking sound makes me push at him in shock, looking behind me as I see the photographer looking at us through the lens of her camera.

The beating in my chest falters for a second as I feel the way embarrassment climbs over me.

He was just acting for the camera.

“I forgot to tell you, princess. The photographer arrived when you were getting ready.” He says it so casually like it didn’t make me feel like a fool.

For a second I hate him.

Dante grabs my shoes from beside me, sitting in the chair at his desk and pulling my feet onto his lap as he rubs at the arch of my foot, making me turn to look at him instead of being nervous about being caught kissing.

Wiping the corners of my mouth from the lipstick I feared was smeared and trying to clean up the mess that I’m sure being kissed by him made.

My eyes are on Dante as he slides my shoes on, one after another. Staring down to watch him, wishing that the photographer was gone because I wanted him to kiss me again and see if he would kiss me back.

It couldn’t have been just for the camera.

My head was still spinning from the last one, conflicting emotions about it souring my stomach.

“We’re going to do a few poses here and then head out after. I figured you two could walk around the neighborhood?” The photographer lays out the plan for us.

We nod in agreement, Dante reaching out for me as I look up at him, allowing myself to be manipulated onto his lap.

My hand slides over his chest, one of my fingers hooking in the gold chain he is wearing around his neck as he gives me a soft smile, wiping a bit of smeared lipstick from the corner of my mouth that I must have missed with the tip of his finger.

“You look gorgeous, Ilaria.” The way he said my name makes me swallow hard, eyes on him as he lifts my hand, kissing my fingers before turning it to kiss my wrist as the photographer got a photo of us and the engagement ring.

But this move feels less like a play for the camera and more of a moment for us.

I have been called beautiful by men a lot in my life. Flirted with and hit on by strangers and yet something about the way Dante looks at me when he said it made me feel it. I felt attractive in his gaze and it warms me all over.

And I knew that was going to be trouble.

An hour later, we had already changed from our first clothes to something more casual.

Keeping on the matching shoes Dante shrugged off his jacket and I pulled on a white summer dress, curled into his side as we walked around the North End finishing off our shoot as we stopped at a patch of grass next to the Garden.