He moved more rapidly then and soon after released again, tensing up his body as it released the built up tension.

"Wow, I could stay here all night and do that," Salvatore said with a huge, but exhausted looking smile on his face.

"Oh my G.o.d!" I shouted and jumped straight up.

"What is it? What's wrong," he asked, immediately tensing up and looking at me with concern.

"Salvatore, I forgot about one of the reasons I came over here."

"What do you mean?"

"I really did come to beg you to come back home first and foremost, but there's something else, too."

"What is it, Taylor?" He asked me this with a half frown on his face, but he leaned in toward me and his finger traced along my leg.

"My parents wanted to take us to supper tonight in DC to celebrate something very special."

"What?"

"It's their news to share. Oh please, come back home with me," I said.

Then I jumped up and ran over to my purse and pulled out my cell phone. I had several missed calls and a few of them had gone to voicemail. They were from my mom.

I quickly picked up the telephone and called her, realizing that it was already twenty minutes past when Dad and she had likely arrived at home. I quickly called and my mom answered right away, sounding more frazzled than even me.

"Mom, I'm sorry I forgot to call you," I explained hurriedly.

"Where are you, Taylor? We're worried."

"Salvatore had gone into downtown DC and I tracked him down here."

"I thought you said he was jogging."

"I was wrong," I blurted. "We'll have to meet you at the restaurant. Which one is it?"

My mom told me and said that they were on their way out the door and that I'd best hurry for heaven's sakes. Then she added, "What has gotten into you, Taylor? This is not like you."

"Just an air brain moment, Mom. See you soon. Bye."

I was so glad to be off that call and Salvatore was looking at me with an amused smile. "Well, how will we explain that I'm staying here?" he asked.

"Let's just sneak your suitcase back into the guest house after dinner and hopefully they won't ask too many questions or see anything," I offered, looking at him with desperate eyes.

"After this...after getting to know you and taste you, there is no way that I want to be separated from you until my airplane ticket tells me it has to be," Salvatore said. "However, I don't think it will look good for me to go into the restaurant looking intoxicated by you. I'd best take a shower."

"Would you like some company? I came prepared for a fine dinner, but I ended up having a feast," I said playfully.

We both smiled and walked into the bathroom, which had the largest walk-in shower I'd ever seen in a hotel room before. I walked over to the sink and put on the shower cap that was sitting on the amenities tray in the corner and turned around, modeling for Salvatore. He laughed and whistled at me, then we got in and despite it being challenging standing in the steamy water next to each other naked, we cleaned up quickly so we wouldn't be too late to the restaurant.

As I did a final a.s.sessment of myself in the mirror I couldn't help but notice that I was absolutely glowing, wearing the expressions of what my body had just felt all over my face. Would my parents notice? I had no idea, but I knew they wouldn't say anything so at least I had that going for me.

I walked out and Salvatore was on the phone with the hotel staff, telling him he had to go somewhere unexpectedly, but he was keeping his room.

"Why are you keeping this? You're coming back, right?" I asked, feeling a lump rise in my throat.

"Yes, but I had a very good time here. I think it might be nice to keep around...in case we get tired on our museum tours." Salvatore winked at me, showing his pearly whites afterward.

"I like what you're thinking," I said.

I went up to Salvatore and hugged him tightly and then pulled away. "We really have got to go before you distract me more."

The two of us made our way out into the hallway, him carrying his suitcase so he could put it in my trunk. The bell hops were most disturbed by Salvatore carrying a suitcase through the lobby, but they didn't bother him when he said he was fine handling it himself.

"The Ritz-Carlton's reputation is ruined," I said jokingly.

Salvatore laughed, too, and then grabbed my hand, holding it as we walked out of the door that was being held open.

Chapter 15.

I walked into the restaurant with Salvatore by my side and saw my father wave us over from the back corner. I waved back and we headed over.

"I'm so sorry, Dad. It wasn't as easy to get here in an hour as I would have thought," I said. I gave him a hug and then gave my mom one, too.

"It's my fault," Salvatore said graciously. "If I would have known I wouldn't have been out and about so far away."

"It's all well," Dad said. "I'm just happy we pulled it together. It's a very exciting day for all of us. Have a seat and order, then we'll share all the news with you." He leaned over and smiled at my mom, touching her hand gently. The sparkle in his eye when he looked at her always made me smile. Ever since I was a little girl it was a look that I always said that I'd have and hope to see in my husband some day when I got married.

The menu was sitting on the plate in front of me and I looked down, trying to decide what to have. Every option looked fantastic and I decided to go with the lobster since it was such a special occasion. It was something I didn't indulge in often because I was a big dipper with the b.u.t.ter and didn't want the b.u.t.ter to latch on to my hips as a result. According to Yogi Bear: a minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.

Once we were all situated with our order, my dad didn't hesitate to dive in with all the exciting details of the news. He was definitely so excited that it had taken every bit of self-control he had to keep it quiet for as long as he had. Of course, I knew some of the details, but not all of them.

"Salvatore, something very exciting has happened today that involves all of us here at this table," Dad said.

The curious expression on Salvatore's face couldn't be hidden. "What is it, Mr. First?"

"We are merging the import/export business with your family's operations. It'll mean much more exposure for all of us and a true partners.h.i.+p to help both families expand our parts of the business."

Without skipping a beat, Salvatore asked, "Does this mean that more travel would be required between Italy and the States?"

"Yes, I imagine that would be very important," Dad said, not understanding the question as one that was as exciting as the news itself. I had to put my head down to hide my smile.

"Well, that is fantastic news!" Salvatore said, clapping his hands together and then turning to me to smile. "The thought of getting to see Taylor more is very good."

"Yes, you two seem to have taken quite a liking to each other," my mom said, staring at the two of us with a curious smile on her face. I don't know if it was my imagination or if she was curious about the type of friends.h.i.+p we had. I hoped that it was my imagination.

"We have," I said.

"This is good," Mom replied. Then she looked at Salvatore. "I definitely like that she'd reach out beyond our small town to build some friends.h.i.+ps with young people. There's so much to see in this world and no need to confine it to one small area."

"I couldn't agree more, Mrs. First," Salvatore replied.

It was my dad's turn next. "I thought you weren't sure if you wanted to go into the family business. Change of heart?"

"I'm starting to believe so," Salvatore said forthrightly. His boldness was so exciting to me...a real turn-on.

"Well, that's wonderful news," Dad replied, leaning back in his chair and adjusting the lapel to his suit. "The day will come when you two will probably work together, running the company and the various enterprises within it. Then us old people can retire and live the high life, watching our kids continue to build what we started."

I smiled at my dad, feeling my eyes well up with tears. Building a legacy for me was something he'd always wanted more than anything else. It was a source of pride for him and knowing that he'd done good enough to contribute to his daughter, his only child, having a successful life meant the world to him.

"Oh dear, stop it. You're going to make Taylor cry and they'll all wonder what we've been talking about over here."

If Mom only had an idea how much I'd cried today, I thought. Happy tears were definitely welcome for a change of pace.

"I'm okay, Mom," I said. "What Dad says is true. Salvatore and I have become steadfast friends and I'm definitely going to miss him when he's gone."

"That's so nice," Mom said.

Then my parents got involved in some conversation and I was talking casually with Salvatore about art and some of the museums we still wanted to see. I was shocked, yet thrilled, when I felt his finger go underneath the table and start tracing a pattern on my leg. I instantly responded to it, feeling a bit flushed. It was so hard to focus on a conversation with Salvatore at that moment because all I wanted to do was shut my eyes, close my mouth, and let his fingers do the talking.

"Are you alright, dear? You look flushed," Mom said.

"Just a little warm and hungry. I'll be fine when the food comes."

"And it looks like it's coming out the door of the kitchen right now," Dad said.

The waiter came over and delivered the food. We all ate, talking casually and enjoying the exquisite tastes that made the restaurant so famous and popular in DC. It truly was divine. Finally it was time to leave and Salvatore stood up first, pulling my chair out for me. As I stood up, he brushed against me and whispered in my ear, "I cannot wait until we are home and your parents are asleep. I insist that you sneak out to the guest house to be with me."

"It's a date," I whispered back.

Then we walked out of the restaurant, Salvatore and I going toward my car and my parents waiting for the valet to deliver theirs to them.

"We'll see you back home," I said.

"Okay, you kids drive safe," Mom said.

"We will," I replied, turning to Salvatore. "I definitely don't want anything bad to happen."

The ride home was full of innuendos and subtle teases that built up my desires and antic.i.p.ation. I wanted to make sure we got home before my parents did so Salvatore could sneak back to the guest house with his suitcase-no questions asked and no explanations needed. That was my master plan and I hoped it would work out. I wasn't particularly skilled at being devious, but pulling this one off would be a great accomplishment.

By the time I got home and my parents did, they couldn't get to their room soon enough to go to sleep. Thankfully neither of them was someone who enjoyed staying up late. I lay on my bed and listened until I heard their bedroom door shut. I gave it ten more minutes, and then I headed out to the kitchen, quietly sliding open the patio door and making my way to the one place I wanted to be more than anywhere else in the world at that moment-in Salvatore's arms and with him inside of me.

Chapter 16.

I was shocked at what a generous, giving lover that Salvatore was. He did things and moved his body in a way that spoke of so much experience. His vivid imagination and willingness to try anything was exciting. Together, we explored so many wonderful things and every place that we were at became a place that seemed suitable for a s.e.xual playground. I couldn't get enough of him and it didn't take long for me to realize that I'd never really experienced the art of love making with a talented, pa.s.sionate man before in my life. I'd thought Chase was "as good as it gets," but I'd been wrong.

Our daily routines were always surprising and amazing. With the merger taking place, Salvatore was also coming to the office more to learn a few things and one thing that was great about my dad's building was that there were a lot of room there and not enough people to fill them all.

On the way to work one morning, I was feeling particularly distracted, being denied the pleasure of Salvatore's sensual touch the night before. "What do you say we have a little contest today?" I said.

"I'm listening," he replied, reaching over with his arm and grazing his hand across my breast.

I breathed in, feeling like I'd lost my breath, and bit my lip, recomposing myself. "We have to see who can make each other come the quickest at the office today."

"Scandalous...are you turning into a voyeur on me, Miss Taylor First?"

"Let's just say an explorer," I countered, laughing. "But if you're too chicken."

"Italians are not chickens. Any challenge that involves love is one that we can conquer."

"We shall see," I said.

That day was one of the most high energy, high alert days ever. Just the thoughts of having an o.r.g.a.s.m at some point made me want to o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Salvatore, can you help me reach some old doc.u.ment books? They're up on a high shelf in the records room," I said.

Mary, a co-worker that was nearby said she'd help, but I turned her down, staring at Salvatore and making sure my hair covered the side of my face so she couldn't see me lick my lips at him.

"No, no, Mary, I insist that I help. Your time is more important," Salvatore said.

Mary giggled and I could not hide my smile. Everything Salvatore said sounded so sensual and kind...so caring. That was probably because he actually was those two things and he didn't say things to simply control situations and manipulate people into doing what he wanted.

I walked ahead of Salvatore and gave a little extra strut. He followed behind me and when we got into the room I turned around and shut the door behind him, turning the dead bolt to the right so no one could walk in.

Then I pressed Salvatore's back against the door and knelt down, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down around his ankles. His c.o.c.k had already begun to get hard, but it wouldn't know what hit it as soon as I took it into my mouth and made it so hard that it would distract Salvatore to the point where he had to come.

My mouth slid down on him and my hands gently tickled his b.a.l.l.s as I moved up and down, enjoying the sensation of his ma.s.sive size in my mouth. It took only seconds for him to begin groaning and I looked up at him while I kept sliding his c.o.c.k in and out of my mouth and saw him biting his lip, trying to remain quiet. Yes, I liked that very much.

Salvatore's hands went down to my shoulders, trying to brace himself and I could sense his back arching. A slight bit of salty fluid started to come out of his p.e.n.i.s, showing that he was getting closer to coming. I moved more aggressively and rapidly, not stopping and so wrapped up in the moment. I loved his c.o.c.k so much and I was wet from giving him pleasure, antic.i.p.ating what the taste of him would be like in my mouth.

It was time and I could sense he was about to come, but then suddenly he dropped down, making it so my mouth was no longer on his c.o.c.k. He was on his knees and slowly lowered me down onto the cold cement floor of the records room and gently leaned me back. I was looking at him propped up on my elbows and he slowly lifted up my skirt, moving my black lace panties to the side and started to dart his tongue in and out, teasing my l.a.b.i.a with his fingers. I could feel the spasms starting to form inside of me and I was getting dangerously close to achieving o.r.g.a.s.m. No, I couldn't let it happen. Yet, I didn't want to pull away. Win the bet or lose the bet...hmmm...something inside of me made me decide I wanted to win.

I slid backward and now it was me who was out of reach for him.

"I guess we'll have to call this a draw," I said, smiling at him seductively. I tried to play it cool, but my heart was racing.

Salvatore groaned, looking down at his hard-on. "Until next time," he said, acting like a pouting child.