Yeah, she was definitely tanked.

“Anything you say, boss. Looking forward to it.”

“But then I was thinking,” she went on, “if this is our first date, I probably shouldn’t sleep with you. I don’t want you thinking I’m easy.”

Seriously? She thought she could win this game with me? Trained in strategy and tactics, baby. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through the numbers.

“Who are you calling?” she asked, sounding pissed that I wasn’t following her script.

“Well, my date just told me she wouldn’t sleep with me, so I thought I’d see if I had Brenda’s number on speed dial.”

Caro winced, then sat back in her chair, her arms folded across her chest. Yep, I loved it when she did that—it pushed up her tits like she was serving them on a plate … or maybe an all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Fine, fine. I’ll sleep with you,” she pretended to huff. “But if my reputation is in ruins, it’s all your fault.”

I winked at her, then stood up to pay the bill.

As we left the ristorante, a chorus of good wishes followed us and the little girl blew me kisses, deciding that she was naming me ‘Angelo’—because I was blond, I guess.

I wasn’t feeling angelic—although I had something in mind that would have Caro calling me ‘God’. I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, slow and possessive, gripping her waist with one hand, pressing the other over her mound.

I knew she could feel my rock hard dick against her hip, and I was seriously considering taking her there and then, but the ristorante started emptying and suddenly we had an audience.

Trying to catch my breath, I let Caro push gently on my shoulders.

“Should we try and make it back to our room this time?” she asked, her voice husky.

“Good idea,” I muttered. “I don’t think I could take a third interruption in one evening.”

The moon lit our path as we headed back down the hill. Caro didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry, but energy and desire was making me want to grab her caveman-style and run the rest of the way so I could fuck her senseless. The Marines teach you to target your objective and put a plan together that will achieve it with the least amount of effort or risk. Just sayin’.

When we got back to Casa Giovina, the villa was in near darkness. A small lamp glowed in the hallway, and Caro crept up the stairs as if she was afraid of being caught. It was pretty damn funny.

She grabbed her toiletry bag and ran into the bathroom, so I stripped off my shirt and kicked off the boots and socks. When she hurried back in, I have to admit I enjoyed the open look of desire on her face.

“Seems like your eyeballs are the ones in danger of falling out, Ms. Venzi,” I couldn’t help teasing her.

“That is true, so hurry up and get your ass back in my bed.”

Fuckin’ A!

“Yes, boss!”

I almost sprinted into the bathroom, tried my best to piss through a semi, forcing myself to concentrate so I didn’t spray the floor. Then I brushed my teeth and strode back into the bedroom, a man on a mission.

Caro was sitting in the bed, the sheet pulled up tightly across her chest, an odd expression on her face. Women usually liked the jeans and bare chest look, so I was kind of irritated that she seemed as though she was trying not to laugh.

“What?” I snapped.

“Nothing,” she said, snorting back a giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

She shook her head, holding a hand over her mouth, but her laughter had left my dick as soft as Jello. Jee-zus, what did a guy have to do to get laid?

I stripped out of the rest of my clothes, yanked the sheets back and started to slide over to her, but the bed creaked so loudly, it sounded like a round from an M-16 cracking over my head. I couldn’t help flinching and Caro laughed out loud.

“Sorry! I think we got the you’re-not-married-so-you-damn-well-won’t-be-getting-any bed. It’s got a built-in anti-screwing alarm.”

Okay, so it was pretty funny, but I had the target in my sights, and it would take a tank running over the villa to divert my attention right now.

“You think a noisy bed is going to stop me?”

Caro looked taken aback.

“The old lady is right next door! She doesn’t sleep well—remember?”

“I can’t help that. Besides, it’ll bring back happy memories for her.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Huh, you think you’re that good?”

Wrong question.

I gave her a smile full of promise, then ducked down under the sheets. As I ran my workout-roughened fingers across the soft skin of her inner thighs, her body tensed up. But when I licked up the length of her slit, a ragged groan spilled out of her.

“Oh, God!” she sighed, her voice muffled by the pillow she’d pulled over her head to stifle her moans.

“Yes, baby?” I laughed at her.

I gave her a few more licks and sucks, nipping at her clit in a way that had her almost levitating off of the bed, then replaced my tongue with my fingers. The mattress creaked and groaned loudly, protesting as I slinked over her, resting my weight on my forearms, my dick pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach.

Soon she was writhing under me and when I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, she fell apart, calling my name loudly. Her body trembled and a deep, pink flush spread across her whole body, leaving her looking heated and satisfied.

So far, so good.

“Still embarrassed by the bed?” I teased.

She didn’t reply, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasped in oxygen.

The mattress creaked again as I slid off to dig out a condom from my toiletry bag.

“You want to do this, baby?” I suggested, holding it out to her.

She blinked up at me, still spiraling down from her orgasm. I waited, but she didn’t seem capable of speech, so I took that as a no. I tugged my dick a couple of times, lock and load, kind of like priming a rifle, sending a bullet into the chamber, then rolled the rubber down, making sure it was in place.

“Roll over, baby, I want you from behind.”

When she still didn’t move, I leaned down and sucked her swollen nipple until she woke up enough to respond.

“Give me a minute,” she grumbled.

Nope. Done waiting.

I picked her up and tossed her face down on the bed, positioning her peachy ass so the target was in the cross-hairs and I was rimming her tight little butthole. She wiggled beneath me, but didn’t tell me to stop. Definitely something I’d be taking further at some point in the future.

I lined up and pushed into her pussy slowly, the warm, soft heat, taking my breath away.

“Fuck, Caro!”

And then I lost it. Not lost a little, not just slightly out of control, but pounding into her like a fucking maniac, ruthlessly chasing my own release. The bed creaked and groaned, the headboard slamming against the wall, the antique springs my very own cheer team urging me on.

A second orgasm shot through her, making her pussy clamp around me so tightly I had no choice but to finish with her.

“Oh fuck!” I stuttered, pulling out of her quickly, gripping hold of the rim of the condom, wondering whether I should tell her that it had split—I didn’t want her freaking the fuck out.

And then, through the thin wall that separated us from the owner’s mother, I heard the sound of someone clapping, and her thin voice called out, “Bravo! Bravo!”

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

Caro started to laugh. “I think … I think we just got a round of applause!”

“You’re fucking kidding me!”

She shook her head weakly. “That’s what it sounded like. I guess she was impressed by your performance.”

Oh yeah! I am the man! I sat up and called out loudly, “Grazie, signora!”

“Prego!” she replied through the wall.

I lay back on the bed, my hands behind my head, and a huge-ass grin on my face. Caro rolled onto her side to gaze up at me.