The Start of the Journey
The drive back to the villa is silent, and I want to believe we're going to pretend it didn't happen. I guess that's the most sensible thing to do. I enter the villa, park, and Helena gives me a look; I see her hesitate a bit before letting out a breath.
"Thanks for inviting me, I had fun." She makes a face, "I think it's the first time we're together and there's no drama."
"Yes, well, but we shouldn't lose the habit," I say, and she nods now with a sarcastic smile.
"I still don't like you, Di Sante."
"As it should be," I mutter before watching her get out of the car. She walks skillfully, giving me a view of her ass covered by jeans, the same ass I had in my hands earlier.
I feel my c**k harden at the memory of her body against mine.
Damn it, you b***h!
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