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slit of his head. She brushed it with her thumb, then brought it to her mouth. As she licked it away, his

breathing stopped.

She looked up at him, her finger still in her mouth, the head of his cock inches from her lips.

He circled her shining mouth with the tip of his cock. She looked so damn gorgeous kneeling on the

ground before him, her tits free of her dress and jutting out at him with swollen, needy nipples.

“Suck me off. Right here.”

She grabbed his dick, sucking him deep into her hot mouth. “Shit,” he hissed as he thrust forward, filling

her mouth further with his cock, “you look so damn hot going down on me.”

He’d never really done much talking with his other lovers. But there was something about Jenna that

freed his tongue. He could be himself with her. He was hard and rough around the edges. But Jenna

didn’t seem to mind. She liked his dirty mouth. And Jenna getting off with dirty talk ramped him up so

hard that every orgasm he had with her nearly killed him.

“Yeah, Jenna,” he heard himself growl. “Like that, baby. Yeah, looks so good,” he groaned as she

circled her tongue around his shaft.

He heard voices, the words unintelligible. Footsteps came closer, then laughter—a man’s and a

woman’s—echoed off the tall stone wall. But Jenna didn’t stop. Instead she reached for him, pulling him

closer like she didn’t want to let go. And he didn’t want her to, either.

“Turn you on, that we might have an audience? If that guy could see how good you are at blowing me . .

.” He stopped talking. He had to concentrate. His cock was filling, getting thicker. She was having a hard

time taking him in, he was so big.

“Oh, fuck, Jenna. I’m gonna come, babe. Let me—”

But she wouldn’t let him. She clung to him, sucking him into her perfect mouth, drinking him dry until he

could barely stand. Two fingers found their way to her throat and he placed them there, against her hot

skin, and felt her swallow him. He pumped into her, giving her more. He felt her, swallowing, taking him

inside her, and cried out loud and long—her name.

As she nuzzled her face against his thigh, he felt her smile. His hands were clenched in her hair and he

was breathing hard. Damn, she’d blinded him with that orgasm.

And he was still hard.

He helped her to stand, brushed her hand away from his cock. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the

guy from the restaurant standing at the mouth of the alley.Let him watch, Bryce thought. He was so out of

control now that he knew he was going to have Jenna—right here. He wrapped a hand around her neck,

drawing her gaze down as he took his cock in his hand and resumed control. He brushed his dick along

her soft white gown, which was glowing in the moonlight, wishing it was her belly he was caressing with

the head.

“I want you, Jenna. Now.”

Bryce’s gaze skimmed the length of her, and Jenna closed her eyes when she felt his fingers encase her

throat, then slowly slide down her neck. Jenna knew she was breathing too fast, too hard, but she was

excited beyond what she had ever thought possible. He was master over her body, knowing instinctively

how to please her, how to pleasure her body and feed her imagination.

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“You ever been watched, baby, as you take a cock?”

Jenna shook her head. Never. But suddenly she knewhe was watching her. The guy Bryce had told her

about from the piazza.

She could feel the heat of his gaze traveling along her body. She was in a shaft of moonlight, and knew

that the silver glow gave a luminescence to her body. Her breasts were bare, heavy, silhouetted in

moonlight and shadow. He could see everything. What did he think of her, of them in the alley, and what

they were doing?

With a smile she tossed back her head and raised her arms to lift the hair away from her neck. The

position pushed her breasts forward, making her back arch so that she appeared to be flagrantly offering

herself to Bryce. She listened to the harshness of his breathing as she leaned back, giving him a full view

of her naked torso. She writhed and moaned, stroking her hands along her body, sensitizing her

already-heightened flesh. Bryce’s hands were sliding up her hips and over to her waist, where they rested

on her ribs. She felt his gaze burning her nipples, and knew then that both Bryce and the stranger were

watching the sway and bounce of her breasts.

“Touch my pussy, Bryce,” she said as she cupped her breast.

Bryce obeyed her command. Jenna had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the moan that

threatened to escape her. Slowly, he filled her, first with one finger and then two, plunging and retreating

until she was nearly gasping.

Her head snapped to the right and Jenna saw that the stranger was indeed staring, his gaze sliding over

her body. In that second, when she met his gaze through the darkness, she felt like the most wicked,

most beautiful woman in the world.

With slow, sensual purpose, she ran her palm down over one breast, then down her belly to her sex,

where she began touching herself. Bryce continued to push her on, driving her to the brink.

She looked once more toward the stranger at the entrance of the alley, and saw his hand on the fly of his

pants. She watched the zipper lower, then saw the flash of white as he freed his cock. She’d never done

anything like this before and knew that her orgasm, when she had it, would be explosive.

Bryce slid his warm palm up her thigh to her ass and rubbed it lovingly, seductively.

“I want your cock, Bryce, fucking me hard.”

Bryce growled deep in his throat. The sound freed her, and she reached for his hips, bringing them up

against her. There was no way she was going to be able to wait till they got back to Bryce’s house. She

wanted it right there, against the wall, Bryce pounding deep inside her, the stranger watching them, getting

aroused by what he saw.

“Let’s pretend we’re strangers,” she whispered seductively against his ear as she stroked his cock, “and

you’ve brought me back here to fuck me.”

With a choked growl, he pulled her dress down all the way so that she was totally naked. Bryce lifted her

leg so that the ball of her sandal rested against the hard edge of his thigh. She stroked her clit, knowing

Bryce was watching, knowing the stranger was watching, too. The rush that sailed through her body was

like nothing she’d ever felt.

“How bad do you want my pussy?” she asked.

“Bad. Since the moment I saw you in that sundress, I’ve been imagining the feel of your cunt. The taste of

it.”

She shivered against him as she held his rigid cock in her hand.

“So are you going to fuck me?” she asked in a voice that was smoky with desire.

“Oh yeah.” His finger slipped between her creases. “Thoroughly.”

“Condom?”

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and produced a square foil wrapper.

“If you want it on,bella signorina , you’ll have to be the one to cover my cock, because I sure as hell do

not want to feel anything between us.”

She made quick work of sheathing him, trying to make it sexy as she did it. Bryce was in too much of a

hurry to let her play. He rolled the rest of the condom on and parted her swollen folds, entering her in one

hard thrust. She gasped. Her breasts swayed back and forth and he fondled them more roughly than he

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ever had before. His palms captured them and he pressed her breasts together, kneading them in time to

his strokes. His breathing was hard, and so was hers. They were almost panting and Jenna reached out

and steadied herself by holding on to Bryce’s shoulder. She cried out again as Bryce took her even

deeper, filling her, stretching her all the way.

“Take me, Bryce.” Her lips parted on a moan as he lifted her leg higher and pressed his strong fingers

into her thigh. He thrust into her, rocking her body against him, and all she could think about was more.

“Harder,” she groaned, gripping his shoulders as he pumped into her. And then she was coming and

falling apart in his arms. Pressing her face into his shoulder, which was damp with sweat, she let herself

get lost in the sensation of her body spasming around Bryce.

He was gentle, whispering soft words into her ear as he rubbed his palm down her spine. She heard

footsteps and looked up from the tangle of her hair to see the retreating back of the stranger.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed, then leaned once more against Bryce. “That was so beyond hot.”

“Five-alarm hot,” he murmured.

She lifted her head and looked up at him. “My gelato melted.”

He smiled and closed his eyes. “I’ll get you another one. Chocolate. And I’m going to eat it off your

body.”

Twelve

“ hisissobeautiful.” Jenna sighed as Bryce came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I’ve seen things more beautiful. Like this morning, waking up beside you.”

Jenna closed her eyes and rested her head on Bryce’s chest as she watched the sun rise above the

horizon. With a smile, she thought how right it was to have accepted Bryce’s invitation to stay for another

day. Last night had been the best, cuddling up together and falling asleep in each other’s arms. They had

both been so exhausted, not to mention jet-lagged, that neither one of them had moved. When they woke

up, it was to find their bodies were still locked together.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Bryce asked as he kissed the top of her head.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

Us.But she couldn’t really say that. Even though things seemed wonderful, Jenna couldn’t allow herself to

think that everything was the way she wanted it to be. Bryce had made no commitments.

“Last night,” she whispered instead. “In the alley.”

“Mmm,” he murmured. “I thought of that most of the night, too. I’ve never done that before, and I

couldn’t stop thinking about how glad I was that the first time was with you.”

Jenna smiled at that and let herself indulge in the warm cozies that came with Bryce’s confession.

“Are you hungry, babe?” Her stomach suddenly growled and he patted it with his hand. “You’re

speaking my kind of language. Let me cook you something.”

“Let me help.”

He glanced at her, thought for a moment, then smiled. “I usually don’t like any interference in my kitchen,

but I’ll make an exception for you.”

“Well, don’t get too excited. My specialty is toast.”

“I love toast,” he said with a grin.

They made their way to the kitchen and Jenna studied Bryce as he pulled open the fridge door and stuck

his head in.

“We’ve got eggs, pancetta, some fresh herbs.” He straightened and glanced over his shoulder. “How

about an omelet?”

“Great.” Jenna took a bread knife out of the butcher’s block. Unwrapping a loaf of rustic Italian bread

from a gingham napkin, Jenna started cutting off thick slices. “I’ll start on the toast, then.”

With a nod, Bryce gathered his ingredients, pulled out a bowl and started cracking eggs with one hand.

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“How come whenever I try that I always get shells that fall in?”

He grinned, his dark eyes flashing at her. “It’s an acquired skill. Took me a couple of tries before I got

the hang of it.”

“What’s your favorite thing to cook?”

He thought for a minute, then frowned. “Anything, I guess. I go in phases. Sometimes I like to experiment

with pastas or specialty cuts of meat. And desserts are always something I like to create. You know me

and my sweet tooth.”

“What don’t you like about cooking?”

“That’s easy,” Bryce said as he began chopping up the pancetta, “people who don’t eat.”

“Everyone eats, Bryce.”

“Okay, then, people who don’t enjoy eating. I’ll cook anything just as long as someone is going to dig in

and take pleasure from it. I don’t have to ask if you like cooking.”

“It’s not hard to know the answer to that, especially since I just confessed that toast is my specialty.”

“Good thing I like cooking. Otherwise we might starve.”

Jenna looked away to hide her confusion. He was talking like they were a couple.

“But if you did like cooking, what would you like to learn how to make?” Bryce asked.

“Bread. Nothing feels more like home than walking into the kitchen and smelling homemade bread baking

in the oven.”

“I can teach you how to make bread.”

“And slather it in butter?”

“Is there any other way to eat warm bread?”

“Not in the McCabe house there’s not.”

Bryce laughed and Jenna watched as he whisked the meat into the eggs before turning to a pile of herbs

he had placed on a cutting board. “You like rosemary and thyme?”

“Sure do.”

“What about oregano?”

“I love anything you make, Bryce.”

“Yeah? Well, I love cooking for you, Jenna. For real,” he said when he caught her frown. “You like

food. I like food. You appreciate my skills and that makes it such a joy to cook for you. You know,

you’re the only woman I’ve ever really cooked for? I like this, cooking for just one special person.”

Jenna felt her heart miss a beat. It was definitely something special to her, too.

“So, what do you want to do today?” he asked as he chopped the herbs fine and dumped them into the