Very Excited

Katy Point of View

She was dreaming or hallucinating, because Ronny's kiss was too good to be true. Still, she was going to accept it. Real or not, it was fantastic.

I curled my fingers into his shirt and held him as he parted his lips and invited him inside. He didn't hesitate. His tongue slid into my mouth, hot, wet, delicious. He tasted like champagne and was even better than the real thing.

I moaned, wanting to get closer, wanting to have more. I was ready to undress and give myself to him in the light of the Tuscan moon. His hand went down my back and he lightly squeezed my buttocks. I pressed my hips forward, wanting the contact on my aching center. His crotch was hard and long, and my arousal skyrocketed even more. He wanted me like I wanted him.

I pressed against him, eager to undress, since his clothes, my clothes, were a barrier to my need to feel his skin against mine. He growled and pulled away. He took a step back, his breath coming in heavy pants.

"I'm sorry.”

No no no.

"Do not be sorry. Alright. I took a step towards him, but he backed away.”

"Not well. I'm your boss”.

"I don't feel coerced or pressured. " The only pressure I felt was from my crotch, since I needed to feel him inside me.

He ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"That's not why we're here. I promise to be more professional. " He gave me a curt nod and entered the room.

I stood on the balcony for a while, dealing with my disappointment. Then I followed him inside. He was in the bathroom. He better not be masturbating, I thought.

I entered the bedroom and got ready for bed. The problem with being sexually aroused was that it was difficult to sleep. Part of me wanted to go out into the living room and straddle Ronny until I got the satisfaction I needed. At the same time, she couldn't be rejected again.

Although she admired his sense of decorum, it was also frustrating.

I closed my eyes and remembered the scene on the balcony. He looked so handsome in the moonlight. Before, he had taken off his coat and tie, and had rolled up his shirt sleeves. I didn't know why, but there was something sexy about him dressed casually.

This time, when he kissed me, he didn't stop. His lips went down to my breasts. I pinched and kneaded my nipples as I imagined him sucking them. I sighed at the sensations.

In my mind, he got to his knees, pushing the skirt of my dress up and my panties down. My crotch clenched in anticipation. I leaned on the balcony and closed my eyes while his mouth devoured me. My hand was on my crotch, rubbing my clit until I reached my limit. So, in my mind, I made her stand up and release his crotch.

He pushed me against the railing, hooked my leg around his waist and thrust it in. With my free hand, I had to cover my mouth so as not to make noise and so that he could hear me while he imagined him making love to me. It didn't take long for pleasure to run through my body. I felt good and, at the same time, cold. Yes, it had turned me on, but what I really wanted was him.

At least once the tension was relieved, I was able to fall asleep. I woke up the next morning feeling a little confused. Maybe it was because of too much champagne or because of the strange feelings he had for my boss.

When I focused, I became excited about the trip we were going to take through Europe. I had never thought I could take a trip like this, so I planned to savor it to the fullest.

Ronny made no mention of the previous day. Maybe he had dreamed that he had kissed me. Or maybe it had been an illusion. In any case, he acted normal as we got dressed and prepared to leave. Christian and Martina arrived at the villa to say goodbye.

"Here are all the details. Maps, travel plans, tickets, keys to our properties, everything is here,” Christian said, handing Ronny a large envelope.

"You have been excessively generous," said Ronny.

"We are happy to do it and to have new friends. " “Christian gave him a hug and then me". Paolo will take you back to Florence and then you will catch my plane to Rome.

"Will we have time in Florence? " I asked for". I would like to see The David. My sister is an artist and I would love to take a photo of her.

"You will have it. " “I'll tell Paolo to take you to the Galleria Dell'Accademia to see it," Christian said.

"It's impressive," Martina said with a sigh.

"He's just a child, my love," Christian said. You need a man. She laughed.

"Yes of course.”

We said goodbye and Paolo took us to the Florence museum. The David was at the end of a long room under a dome. Natalie was right, there was something impressive about the statue, even for someone like me who didn't really know about art, except what I had caught from my sister.

"Wow," I said as I studied the statue's hands.

"That? "Ronny also seemed captivated by the perfection of the sculpture.

"The hands are too big," I replied.

Ronny rubbed the inside of his cheek, amused. He nodded at the statue.

"So I guess the big hands thing isn't true”.

I felt my cheeks get hot.

"Christian said he was just a child, so maybe he hadn't finished developing.”

Ronny snorted. I could not avoid it; I looked at Ronny's hands. Of course, he had seen them many times before. He knew he had big hands with long fingers. The memory of last night came back to me and my cheeks grew warm again. Ronny smiled as he raised his hand. Then his expression faltered, and I knew he was reminding himself that he was my boss and that these kinds of conversations were inappropriate.

I considered saying something, but why insist? It was clear that he made him uncomfortable. And sexual harassment could go both ways. I didn't want to be accused of acting inappropriately towards him.

We walked around the museum and then Paolo took us to Piazzale Michelangelo to see the stunning view of Florence. Afterwards, he took us to the airport, where we boarded a private plane to Rome. Just like on the plane from the United States, I was quite stunned, but Ronny didn't seem bothered or uncomfortable. During the flight, he took out the envelope to review the itinerary.

"I see why you wanted to do this," he joked. It's quite a tour.

"You're the one who wanted a fake wedding. I'm just being the assistant"fake complacent wife”.

"I suppose you want a raise," he said.

"I deserve it, don't you think? I mean, come on, it's a lot of traveling around Europe. " I smiled as I felt my stomach contract as the plane's wheels left the ground.

He laughed.

"It's so hard to work for me.

I considered making a joke about sexual frustration, but again, I didn't want to put him in that position again. Yes, I liked my boss, but I also enjoyed those times when we would just talk and have fun. When he wasn't in work mode, he could be fun and jovial.

“It's quite a challenge, that's for sure,” I said instead.

"Maybe all the purchases on this list will help ease the pain that all this is causing you. "He pointed to all the stores that were on the list in Rome alone". Heck, even dinner reservations are already made.

"That was pretty thorough," I agreed.

"I hope they have scheduled downtime as well.2

I knew that to Ronny downtime meant work, but I decided to go with the actual definition.

“Martina has written down “time for love” here,” I said, pointing to the red letters that stood out several times over the next week.

"That could mean anything," he said. I looked at him intently. That?

"This was created by Christian and Martina, who probably had sex a dozen times in the day and a half we were there.

"Oh really? " He frowned.

"And you and I just got married. Even though we know it's not real, they believe it is, and the newlyweds have plenty of time for love on their honeymoon. " I couldn't believe he was being so dense. He swallowed and I wondered if he was remembering the night before.

"I guess you're right”. "I shook my head". That?

"Sometimes I do not understand you. He didn't like that very much.

"What do you mean?

"Christian is right, you are all work and no play, but since we started this journey I sometimes see signs of passion or desire.

He looked away and his jaw tightened. She was sure she had offended him.

"I'm not an automaton, Katy. " Yes, she had offended him.

"I don't…”

"Do I focus all my efforts on work? Yes. I don't see what's wrong with that. But I am a man.

" I know, I didn't mean...

"We are here for work. Passion and romance are not part of this. "She," he let out a frustrated growl. It can't be, Katy. You work for me.

Her reminder that she was my boss didn't surprise me. Her statement that passion and romance could not be part of this journey did surprise me. It was proof that what had happened the night before had not been a fluke or a champagne"fueled accident. He had felt the attraction too.

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry”.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes for a moment. I turned to look out the window, wanting to give him some space.

"I've hurt you," she said.

"No. " Maybe he had, but only a little. But he understood her position and respected her. She let out a frustrated sigh.

"If I weren't your boss, I would have taken last night's kiss to the next level.”

My lady parts lit up and my ego felt pretty good too.

"And, if I weren't your assistant, I would have let you do it. " Hell, I would have done it anyway, but I wanted him to know the feeling had been mutual." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"If I get out of this without being sued, I will be surprised. I laughed”.

"I'm not going to sue you, Ronny.”