Temporary Fix | 18+

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For the first time in a while, I woke up on my own time and it felt divine. The first thing I realized was the fact that I could feel my hair splayed across my pillow and I couldn't find the slightest bit in me to care. The second thing was the fact that I was back in Niccolò's bed. Completely dry— and that brought thoughts of the filthy things I'd done the night before. Squirt? Jazmine would have a field day with this one.

I groaned out a happy sigh as I stretched and rolled over blinking a few times to clear my vision. My throat was dry and so I eagerly grabbed for the bottle of water placed on the night stand to take a few chugs.

The chill of the air conditioning brought awareness to my naked body and I pulled the sheets tighter as I fell back against the pillow thrashing around crazily.

Fuck. I actually did it.

The night before flashed through my mind and I couldn't help but think that it was hands down the best birthday I'd ever had. Sex wise at least. My smile was stuck on my lips and I didn't even try and fight it. The last thing I could remember is Niccolò helping me back to bed after I'd used the bathroom. But I was almost positive it wasn't his.

The night was engraved in my mind. Every touch and kiss from the man seemed to be seared into my mind and it made up for the slight throb I felt between my legs. It was pain I welcomed. After all, I'd finally gotten what I wanted and I felt not one ounce of regret.

The only problem was, it didn't seem to work in the way I intended. My goal was to get him out my system and focus on what was happening with my marriage. Instead, my every thought seemed to now be occupied by the man.

The door to the room opened stopping my thoughts and I watched as Niccolò walked in with just gym shorts on. My eyes roamed over his inked chest, remembering the feel of every groove and muscle under my fingertips. My heart was thumping as he dropped his shoes and I couldn't help my nervousness.

It was hard to read his features and I couldn't help but fear he'd disregard the entire night. He dropped whatever he was carrying before looking over at me. "Buongiorno."

"Good morning." My voice was softer than I expected and I pushed a few wild strands of hair out my face to distract myself from the fact. Beads of sweat fell down his torso, forcing my eyes to take in the hickeys I'd created on his neck blending into dark ink as he walked over to me.

His one-worded reply wasn't enough to tell me how he was feeling. My heartbeat sped up once he started walking towards me and my grip on the sheets tightened. He dipped and placed a brief kiss against my lips and the stupid butterflies in my stomach awoke at the simple action, instantly relaxing my nerves.

He walked to the bathroom and I listened as the water in the shower began running before he returned, "any plans for today?"

I sat up completely and shook my head, "my finals start tomorrow. Only last minute revisions."

He hummed in response and I followed his eyes to my chest to see parts of my flesh covered in dark red, almost purple bruises. No tank tops for a while it seemed.

"Good, I have a surprise for you. Come join me for a shower first." He turned after his words and I hesitated to get up, even though excitement was brimming at thought of a surprise. My heart rate was speeding up at the possibility that something more than a shower could happen, even if my pussy clenched with disapproval.

I couldn't deny that I wanted more of the man. Last night unlocked pleasure I didn't know was possible - and I was eager for more. It wasn't my fault the man knew exactly how to use the body he was gifted with.

Easily, I rose from the bed, abandoning the sheets to walk into the bathroom naked. Before stepping behind the fogged glass doors, I moved to the sink to brush my teeth and removed the remaining mascara from under my eyes with a final face wash.