Lucy Greene and Enzo Russo find each other in a twist of fate and instantly desire takes them over.
But as the real world creeps in around them, it seems that fate has played a trick on them.
Lucy Greene is on her year abroad in Italy when she mee...
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Lucy and I walk through my door as a mess of lips and limbs. After our round in the bathroom, and then the car, you would have thought Lucy had reached her limit, but from the way she's sucking on my neck, she's up and ready for round three.
Standing in the dimly lit hall, we kick off our shoes as we stare at each other with heat in our eyes.
Just as I think she's about to move in for another kiss, she takes off up the stairs with me hot on her tail.
"Where are you going?" I call out after her, "you should know, I enjoy the chase."
"I'm going for a shower!" She calls back as she begins searching for a bathroom.
I stand a little way back and enjoy watching her ass move in her tight leather skirt.
"Fuck, yes! Shower sex. That's another one to cross off the list."
"Oh, no." Lucy shakes her finger at me as she finally opens the fifth door, which is in fact a bathroom, "I'm having a shower, and then, I recall, you promised to bend me over a table."
With a flirty little grin over her shoulder, Lucy leaves me slack jawed and stunned. When I first saw her at that party, she seemed like a nervous British girl who I could enjoy bringing out of her shell, but it seems like she never had one.
She's confident, empowered and boy does it turn me the fuck on.
Leaning against the door, I listen as the shower turns on. All I want to do is go in there and join her, but she said no so I have to fucking accept that.
My work phone buzzes in my pocket so I pull it out and walk to my office to read the message. It's from my father and apparently he needs three names from the last drug shipment. I don't know why he needs them, but right now, with Lucy naked three doors down, I don't have enough blood in my head to care.
I send off the whole document to my father without a second thought. Then, I notice I have two unnoticed emails, all of them clearly important.
The blood rushes back to my head as I turn my attention to answering them. When the door to my study opens, I almost don't register it, or what it means.
Lucy clears her throat and suddenly, I remember what I should be doing. My eyes drift from the computer to Lucy.
When I see what's she's wearing, all the blood flood back down to my trousers. My blood is really running laps around my body tonight.
Lucy is stood, leaning against the doorway in her red lace lingerie and heals.
"Fucking hell," I mutter to myself as I run my palm over my jaw.
