Chapter 46: Orgasm

Ronny Point of View

She had barely come down from an incredible orgasm when guilt began to replace pleasure. I had just fucked my assistant. Before he could pull me away, his crotch was massaging my crotch and it started to get hard again; Desire overrode common sense. Instead of leaving, I convinced myself to pick her up again. I had already crossed the line, so I was going to take every bit Katy was willing to give me.

I carried her back to the apartment and to the nearest bed. Our bodies were still wet, but I didn't give a shit. If I had to pay for a new mattress or bedding, I would do it. I laid her on the bed and started kissing her sweet mouth again. Passing my lips over her soft skin. Sliding into her hot crotch. Damn, it felt so good. Tight Slippery. Hot.

She pushed and we rolled until she was on top of her.

-It's my turn.

I had always liked that Katy was willing to speak her mind, not in a hateful way, but in a way that suggested she had insight and input that would help me make better decisions. This input was equally welcome because I wasn't sure I'd ever seen such a magnificent sight as her riding my crotch. Her tits bounced and swayed as she went up and down on me. I sat up, sucking them into my mouth, loving the sounds she made every time she tugged on her nipples.

—Yes....oh God, Ronny... Yes...

Her crotch burned against my crotch as she increased the pace. I leaned back, grabbing her hips and helping her move on top of me. I saw her throw her head back and scream. Her crotch clenched tightly, making me grunt as she struggled to contain my own releases. I wanted to see how the pleasure flooded her, passed through her.

But the moment she finished, I spun back on us. With one hand resting firmly on the mattress next to her head, I used the other to lift her knee, opening her towards me. And, then, I released the beast that was clawing to get out. My hips pulsed, thrusting my crotch in and out of her, faster, harder. My lungs hurt from the effort. The muscles in my arms and thighs were burning. I was a mad man as I ran on the edge of madness and then, with a single, hard, deep plunge, I let myself go. Pleasure flooded my bloodstream, radiating from my crotch to the rest of my body. It was what I imagined getting high would be like; fucking satisfying.

My hips continued to buck until I emptied the last drop of my semen and collapsed limply onto her. Not wanting to suffocate her, I managed to roll to my side, holding her next to me as I caught my breath. Jesus, that was so good. Incredible. The incredible pleasure had to be because I hadn't gotten laid in a long time, but a small part of me wondered if it was something to do with Katy.

God... she's my assistant. Guilt and remorse instantly filled the incredible afterglow of the bullfight. I pulled away, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing my face with my hands. He was about to be the biggest jerk by leaving her after fucking her. But this was wrong for many reasons, the biggest of which was that she worked for me. But there was also the possibility that she might awaken feelings for me, and I couldn't allow that. My focus was on the family business and, in particular, this expansion into Europe. So what the fuck was I doing sleeping with my assistant?

But leaving it would be outrageous. He wasn't the kind of man who fucked women and then left them. I didn't have meaningless hookups. But business had to prevail. They had to come first.

I looked around the room and realized I didn't have any clothes or robes in here. I would have to go out naked.

Finally, I gathered the guts to turn to her. She was studying me, with an annoyed but determined expression. Of course, he knew what was going on in my head. I crotched better than most people.

"I'm going to my room," I said, standing up. She nodded.

"I figured you would." —Her tone sounded like she was calling me a coward. She wanted to offend me, but it was possible that she was misunderstanding her tone. Or that it was my own conscience that told me.

-Good night. —God, she was an idiot.

-Good night. She—she turned around, her fine hourglass curves facing away from me. A rush of longing washed over me. I wanted to lie down with her, spoon and let my hand trace those curves. But I ignored it and hurried out of her room and into mine. I took a quick, cold shower, put on some boxers and a t-shirt, and climbed into bed. The night replayed over and over in my head, especially the part about how delicious her body was. It was a nightI have troubled sleep.

The next day, Christian organized a tour of Rome. I woke up feeling frustrated and guilty, but another shower allowed me to compose myself. Katy had never been to Europe, and I wasn't sure she would come back. So she would make sure she had a good time.

Our driver took us everywhere. Even better, he was a lively and entertaining guide, something Katy seemed to appreciate. She laughed at her jokes and asked her a ton of questions while we did a week of sightseeing in one day. I also tried to act normal and interested.

When we toured the Colosseum, I said:

—Did you know that they used to flood this place and have mock naval battles?

She looked at me and then at our guide for confirmation.

"Yes," he said. In addition to chariot races, gladiatorial contests, shows and executions.

In addition to the Colosseum, we visited the Forum, the Pantheon and the Spanish Steps. Next, we went to the Vatican, the center of the Catholic world.

We were even able to go shopping. I knew that buying things for her was my guilt for trying to make things right with her. She tried on a beautiful floaty yellow dress and I insisted on buying it for her. It was so his. Sunny and bright.

Of course, she didn't make up for the way he'd used her to turn me on and then dumped her. She knew she had to apologize, but I had the feeling she didn't want to talk about it either. I may have been her boss, but she wasn't one to hold back if they had something I needed to know. The fact that she hadn't said anything about last night suggested that she didn't want to talk about it again either. So I shut my mouth.

We had a lovely dinner at a restaurant near the Trevi Fountain.

"If you toss a coin and make a wish, it's supposed to come true," I told him, handing him a euro.

"That's not right," said a woman sitting on the edge of the fountain. She looked British, not Italian.

-Sorry? -I asked for.

—The myth around the currency. Actually, tossing a coin means you will return to Rome.

—Are there myths for more than one currency? —Katy asked the woman.

—Yes, if you throw in two coins, you will fall in love with a handsome Italian. She smiled-. I know that one works. "She," she nodded at a handsome boy who was walking towards us with two small tubs of ice cream. Three coins and you will marry that person. That is also true. I'm on my honeymoon.

"Us too," I said, and then chided myself. Although I'm not Italian.

"Oh, well, the myth is that you throw coins with your right hand over your left shoulder," she said, standing up as her new husband approached.

"It's very romantic," Katy said, looking at the fountain. She looked sad and I hated that it was my fault. That's why I should have been stronger and not have touched her.

"People think it's an ancient legend, but it's actually from a movie," her husband said, handing her one of the tubs of ice cream.

-It doesn't matter. Works. —The woman smiled affectionately at her husband, and I had a moment of envy because Katy wouldn't look at me like that. Nobody would do it. "But that's how I wanted it," I reminded myself.

"I'm tired," Katy said, handing me the coin back.

"It's been a very long day," I felt obliged to explain to the couple.

"Enjoy your honeymoon," the woman said.

-You too. Congratulations. —I put my hand on the small of Katy's back to walk her to where we had said we would meet our driver. Her back was hot, and my fingers wanted to touch her again. It's only a mile walk to our apartment. Would you like to walk? Or are you too tired?

"A walk would be nice," she agreed.

For a long while, we walked in silence as the busy Roman city, filled with tourists and locals alike, hummed around us.

"I'm sorry," I finally managed to say.

-Because? -I looked at her.

—Because of last night. —Her jaw tensed.

—I know you're sorry. It was painfully obvious.

—It's not that I regret it... —Well, I suppose I do, but it wasn't because of her—. I'm your boss...

-Yes I know. "She," she quickened her pace a little.

-I felt guilty. She stopped dead.

-Guilty? —I ran my hand through my hair.

"I shouldn't have taken advantage." She rolled her eyes and started walking again.

"I knew what she was doing." Look, if she makes you feel better, I'll accept your apology.

—Now I have offended you.

She let out an exasperated sigh.

I reached out and grabbed her arm, urging her to stop. When she did, she was right in front of me. He could feel the warmth of her and inhale the sweet aroma of her. God help me, I wanted to kiss her right there.

Unable to help myself, I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes flashed in surprise and then closed as she seemed to savor my touch and her hand rested on my chest. Desire filled me again. But being with her like this was very dangerous.