“You get some good rest, sweet pea. And when you wake up, we’ll get a snack and head to the workshop.”
“Thanks, Mommy. Love you.”
“I love you too, baby boy. So much.”
I walked out of the room and turned off his light before I shut the door. I drew in a deep breath and headed for the stairs, my mind spinning with the events of the afternoon. My encounter with Romeo served no purpose except to remind me how weak I still was to him.
And I didn’t like it.
Not one bit.
“Julia?”
“Yes, Enrico?”
“Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk about?” he asked.
“You need to stop worrying,” I said. “Nothing happened. We talked for a bit. I apologized for how things went down at the restaurant, but I made it clear he still wasn’t going to demand to see his son. I’m still not comfortable with it.”
“And you shouldn’t be. He’s taken a very powerful seat, and power like that can easily corrupt,” he said.
“That’s my fear. Which is why, for now, I’m still planning on interacting with Romeo. If peace is what my uncle wants, then I believe I can get that for him. And I think I can get it without having to throw Matteo into the mix.”
“That’s why you’re such a phenomenal mother. You always have been.”
“Thanks, Enrico. But right now? I’m tired. I could use a nap myself.”
“Then go lay down,” he said. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”
I turned down the hallway and was elated when Enrico didn’t follow. The last thing I wanted to have to do was keep myself quiet. Every time Romeo came back to my mind, heat pooled between my legs. I slipped into my room and shut the door behind me, then kicked off my shoes and dove for the covers. I slipped underneath the silken cotton and closed my eyes, reliving the moment I’d spent with him.
The way his body commanded mine.
The way his cock felt filling my pussy.
The way his lips felt along the skin of my neck.
I couldn’t stop smiling. I wanted to believe Romeo wasn’t some dirty crime boss, that he was good, the moral man he used to be. I wanted to believe he wanted peace as much as my uncle did. I wanted to believe him when he said he wanted to make his family’s business legitimate.
The way it all needed to be.
I didn’t trust that it could happen, but I allowed my mind to believe it. I slid my fingers between my legs and parted them widely, allowing my mind to drift. To imagine what a life with him would look like. Feel like. Be like. I saw our wedding and my skin glowing in a beautiful white gown. I saw us dancing as my fingers slipped between my pussy folds. I felt his lips against my skin as he dragged me to a dark corner, his hand shoved up my innocent wedding gown with our family only a few feet away.
“I can’t wait to have you. I need you now.”
His voice was hot in my ear as my fingers dipped into my heated warmth. I slicked up my fingers and traveled up to my clit, circling it quickly as my heels dug into the mattress. Fucking him on our honeymoon would be incredible. His hands tearing at my dress, ripping the fabric and allowing it to slip to the floor. Buttons popping from his tuxedo as he dragged me out onto the balcony to lean me over the edge of it and fuck me senseless.
“Romeo,” I said breathlessly. “Yes.”
I bucked into my hands as I imagined him fucking me. Slamming against my ass while his hand fisted my hair. He pulled my gaze up to look out over the tropical waters, the moon reflected in the undulating waves as his hand migrated between my legs.
“Mine,” Romeo said. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I said in a whisper. “Always yours.”
My hand flicked my clit before pressing deeply into my pussy. Juices were slipping down onto the mattress below me as I ground against my hand. I cupped my pussy and imagined it was his face. My legs straddling his cheeks as he fucked me with his tongue. My breathing was ragged, and my chest was panting. I could feel his cock filling my body as my fingers moved faster. Harder. “Holy shit. Yes. Romeo, please.”
My back arched, and my toes curled as my mouth fell open in silent pleasure. I choked out groans as my pussy clamped down, and I slipped my fingers inside. I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined him, hovering over me with his beautiful blue eyes. Grinning down at my body and shoved deeply between my legs as he poured himself into me.