The Sexy Enemy: A Fake Relationship Romance (Italian Nights Series Book 3)

25. Alessandro

Idive into the pool and lose myself under the water. The instant coldness shocks my system and my dick which is hard as steel this morning after last night. Things changed between us yesterday. I can’t pinpoint the moment, but the walls came down between the two of us, and I like it. Don’t get me wrong, fighting with Natalia is hot. I love the way I can push her buttons, and the little crinkle in her forehead as she glares at me is sweet, but having her last night with no barriers between us, not because we were drunk or it was convenient, but because on some level we both wanted it, felt like we created a connection together. Even if it was for a brief moment in time, and when she wakes up this morning, everything that happened last night will be forgotten, and we’ll be back to feuding again.

I swim until my arms ache, and when I come up for air, Natalia is standing there at the end of the pool in a long T-shirt, her long golden legs on display, the hem of the shirt stopping right under her ass. I can tell she doesn’t have a bra on thanks to her nipples being hard against the fabric. Is she cold or is she turned on from watching me swim?

“You should come in,” I tell her.

She looks at the water and then back at me. “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Don’t need one.” I grin, wiggling my brows at her.

“I can’t do that. What if someone saw me?” she says, looking around the pool area.

That’s not a no. “No one can see you. This house has the best security money can buy. Plus, I own all the houses that circle my villa just in case,” I tell her. Those doe blue eyes widen with surprise before she takes another look around to make sure a paparazzi isn’t going to spring out from somewhere and take photos of her. I get it. I’ve seen what they do to her. She does have a following, but since she’s moved in, I’ve spoken to my security team, and everything has been updated. There is even a protection zone over the house manned by lasers in case of drones, they will bring it down if it crosses into my property. Wiggling out of my boardshorts, I pick the wet material up and throw it at her feet. She stares at the material, not believing that I just did that.

“Come on in.” I grin as I start to swim away from her. Natalia’s eyes land on my floating dick before looking back at me.

“And there’s not a chance anyone could get a photo of me, of us?” she asks. I can see the hesitation and I don’t want to push her into something that she isn’t comfortable doing.

“I have covered all bases and then some, I would hope that it is foolproof. Of course, nothing is one hundred percent, but know this, I would hunt them down and make them pay if they ever did.”

She bites her bottom lip and nods as she hears what I’m saying, and the next thing I know, she whips off her T-shirt which she has nothing on underneath, and shrieks as she jumps into the pool.

I can’t believe she did it. But she did. She trusted me.

Then I swim over to where she is and pull her into my arms. “You did so well,” I tell her as her legs wrap around my waist.

“I did it. It’s so freeing,” she says with the biggest smile on her face as we float in the clear water.

“You did,” I tell her, pushing her wet hair away from her face. She wraps her arms around my neck and then kisses me. I pull her tightly to me as we leisurely take our time. We are in no hurry, I have nothing planned. Actually, it might be the first time I’ve got nothing on. That’s a lie, I have so much on, but it’s the first time I don’t want to do anything. “Do you have plans today or tonight?” I ask her.

Natalia cocks her head to the side as she thinks. “No, I don’t think I do.” She grins.

“Guess that means you’re all mine then?” I ask.

Those blue eyes narrow on me. “Depends on what you have planned,” she asks.

“Firstly, I would like my breakfast by the pool,” I tell her.

“Please don’t make me make porridge again.” She giggles, crinkling up her nose.

I shake my head with a smile. “No, what I would like is you spread out before me, so that I can eat my breakfast.”

Her cheeks flush and I can see my words have stumped her. “Me?” she questions.

“Yes, you, for starters, and then maybe I could use an espresso and a cornetti.” I smirk.

“And what will I have?” she asks.

“Italian sausage,” I tease, which has her bursting out laughing, the sound echoing around the pool, and it’s beautiful. “Then later on tonight, I would like to take you to somewhere secretive.”

“No?” She gasps. I nod. “You got me in to your super secretive club?”

“Yes, an introduction to see if it is something you would like full membership to.”

“Full membership? I’m intrigued.”

“Dress sexy slutty,” I tell her, which makes her raise her brow at me. “You’re not going to be wearing clothes for long, trust me.” Then a frown falls across her brow. “What is it?”

“Are you going to sleep with someone else tonight?” she asks me.

“What? No. Why, do you want to?” Maybe I should have asked her that. Fuck. I don’t know if I can handle watching her get fucked by someone else. This was a terrible idea.

“No. I don’t,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Like you once said, we can hate each other, but I’ll still want to sleep with you.”

“See, I’m pretty smart sometimes,” I tease.

“Sometimes.” She grins.

“So, you’re in for tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m in. Not sure what I’m in for but definitely intrigued,” she says, tightening herself around me.

“I promise you it’s going to be fun. There is no way in hell I would be telling you about this secret if I didn’t think I could, one, trust you with it, and two, think you wouldn’t enjoy it,” I explain to her.

“Well thank you.” She grins.

“I’m starved. Can I have my breakfast now?” I grin.

Natalia rolls her eyes. “Fine.” Before she even finishes the word, I’m swimming her to the swallow end, picking her up, and placing her on the edge. I watch as the water droplets slide down over her breasts, down her stomach, and into the V of her legs. Leaning forward, I capture a droplet as it clings to her pert nipple and suck it. Natalia moans as goosebumps line her skin. I continue to lave her breasts, licking off each droplet as it finds a different course down her body until she is wiggling beneath me.

“Lay back, let me eat now,” I tell her, and she does, widening her legs for me. She’s perfect. Nothing but pink perfection for me as she opens for me, her arm slung over her eyes as she waits for me. Moving forward, I nestle between her legs and swipe my tongue along her slit, making her moan.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

I continue to lick and suck until she is wiggling on the concrete, her hands have slid into my hair, and she holds on as I devour her.

“Yes,” she moans as I sink a finger inside of her, curling it against those sensitive nerves that make her flood my face. “There, yes, that’s it, yes. Please don’t stop, yes. I’m so close. Yes.” She groans as I continue to do what she asks until she can’t take it any longer and she pulls my face closer to her as she grinds against it and explodes. My mouth soaks up all wetness until she can no longer take it. “Fuck, Conti, why are you so good. I could spend all day sitting on your face,” she mumbles, which makes me chuckle.

“Think that seems like a great way to spend the rest of the day.” I grin as she sits up and stares at me.

“You wouldn’t mind that?” she queries.

“Why would I? You coating my face, every damn day, hell yes,” I tell her.

“You actually mean it,” she comments, seemingly taken aback by my enthusiasm.

“What man wouldn’t?” I say, perplexed by her reaction.

“You’d be surprised,” she grumbles.

“Like I’ve said before, that’s what happens when you fuck boys, not men. We are not afraid to get our faces wet.” I grin.

“I’m starting to understand it now.”

“Good, now meet me on that lounge chair so you can ride my dick while I watch your tits bounce in my face. Okay,” I tell her as I make my way to the edge.

Natalia bursts out laughing, but she follows my lead and meets me over at the sun lounge, where I sit down and she crawls over me, hovering over my aching cock for a moment before watching herself sink down on me. We both hiss at the connection.

“I feel so full,” she moans.

“You feel so fucking hot, tight, and wet.”

Natalia stares at me as she places her hands on my pecs. She can feel my heart thundering uncontrollably in my chest, she then moves one hand over her heart, and it beats against my skin wildly. “I think I like you,” she confesses as a tiny frown pinches her brow and she goes to take her hand away from my heart, but I stop her.

“I think I like you, too,” I tell her, letting her know she’s not alone in this feeling.

“It’s weird. I’m confused.”

“Me too,” I say as our hands link together.

“You’ll tell me if that ever changes, either way, please.” I can see the pleading on her face, that she’s scared that I’m going to hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her.

“I promise,” I reassure her, she looks relieved as she starts to slide along my dick. “I don’t want to stop doing this,” I confess.

“Me either. Your dick is too good for me to give up,” she tells me as if that doesn’t make my dick become harder and throb with more need.

“Now you get why I have an ego,” I tease.

Natalia reaches out with her hand and cups my chin. “Shut the hell up and fuck me, all right.”

So, I do.

All day.