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Nate was the one to unzip his boss’s slacks and pull out his hard cock. He gave it a reverent, greedy stroke, before pulling a condom out Raffaele’s pocket and rolling it on in one smooth motion. He’d had lots of practice by now.

As soon as Raffaele withdrew his fingers, Nate shifted and pushed himself down on the hard length. He panted, his mouth opening and closing as he took all of that cock inside. God, it was the best fucking feeling in the world.

“As I said, a cock slut,” Raffaele said softly, nipping along his jaw. “Anyone can come across us. See those boats? They are probably full of tourists with binoculars. They can probably see you bouncing eagerly on my cock.”

Nate moaned, riding him harder, the mere idea only turning him on more. “I hate you,” he said before crushing their mouths together.

It didn’t take him long to come, groaning and shaking with his whole body. He sagged against Raffaele’s broad shoulder, gasping and trying to catch his breath as Raffaele rocked up into him, chasing his own orgasm.

He was still basking in the afterglow when he had an inane thought.

He never wanted to leave this villa.

He never wanted this to end.

Chapter 21

But as all things, their stay in Italy came to an end.

That night, as they lay in the bed, exhausted and sated after their last round of sex, Raffaele broke the companionable silence. “I’ve booked our tickets back. The plane leaves tomorrow morning.”

Nate opened his eyes and digested that for a few moments, his damp cheek pressed against Raffaele’s chest. He kind of felt gross and sticky, but he felt too lazy to get up and take a shower. To his surprise, Raffaele wasn’t pushing him away. It was a little weird. Nate knew how sensitive his boss was to smells, and yet… Raffaele seemed perfectly content to put up with Nate’s sweaty body sprawled on top of him.

“I didn’t know you knew how to book tickets,” Nate said at last. “Isn’t that your assistant’s job?”

“I’m capable of booking a few tickets,” Raffaele said, very dryly.

“So the trip was a success?” Nate said, his fingers playing with the black hairs on Raffaele’s leg.

“We did strike a deal beneficial for the Caldwell Group.”

Nate smacked him on the thigh. “Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean.”

“The trip was a success on both counts,” Raffaele said, sighing. “My father agreed to leave Demidov alone… after some concessions from the Russian.”

Nate didn’t even want to know. It would probably be better if he didn’t ask, actually.

“I guess it wasn’t for nothing, then.”

Raffaele threaded his fingers through Nate’s hair in an absentminded manner and just hummed, sounding half-asleep already.

Nate absolutely detested how much he loved this, how much he loved being curled up against Raffaele’s firm body and just… existing beside him. This intimate, companionable air between them scared him much more than the way he was hopelessly addicted to the sex. Sex was just sex. This feeling of blissed-out contentment was far more dangerous.

What were they doing? What was this?

His anxiety rising, Nate chewed on his lip, looking at the other man. Raffaele had his eyes closed, his breathing steady. But Nate knew he wasn’t actually asleep yet.

“I can practically hear you think,” Raffaele said, without opening his eyes.

“What’s going to happen when we get back?” Nate said, propping himself on his elbow.

Dark eyelashes fluttered open. Black eyes stared at him with an inscrutable expression. “Try to be a little more specific.”

Nate pursed his lips, frustrated that he even had to explain this. “What happens in Italy, stays in Italy and all that?” He hadn’t meant to make it sound like a question. It wasn’t a question. It couldn’t be a question.

Raffaele’s face was unreadable. After a moment, he said, “It’s probably for the best. You’re already cuddly and needy. I don’t want you to get ideas that this is a relationship.”

Nate flushed, pulling away as if burned. Cuddly? Needy? “Fuck you—I’m not an idiot.”

“Hm,” Raffaele said, closing his eyes again.

Nate glared at him, so damn annoyed he didn’t know what to do with it. “God, you’re such an ass! I hate everything about you. I wouldn’t want a relationship with you even if you were the last person on Earth!”

A muscle jumped in Raffaele’s cheek. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said, without opening his eyes. “Be quiet now. We have an early flight tomorrow.”

Scowling, Nate turned the bedside lamp off and lay down as far from his dick of a boss as it was possible to do.

Neither of them said goodnight.

***

Nate was kind of surprised Luke and Demidov had bothered to get up so early to see them off. Luke was still yawning, and there was a pillow crease on Demidov’s face that gave him a more approachable look. He looked like a normal human being for once.


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