**Mature content in this chapter**

"You're up early." His voice was groggy and rough. 

"Morning handsome." I didn't turn away from the stove as I greeted him. I'd gotten up before him and made sure that I had time to cook. 

Since the club opened, he worked late and I had free time. That opening night at the club, he had asked me to move in with him, and I accepted.

With all the thinking I had done in Florida, I realized I wasn't happy without him. He had saved my life and showed me what a healthy relationship was supposed to be.

"Whatever you're cooking smells amazing." Coming up behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"It's only potatoes, onions, and peppers. Coffee is ready, though." Warmth crept into my cheeks. I loved when he held me from behind. I felt cherished and protected being surrounded by his strength. "Oh shit! I backed up and tried to turn to the oven, but he blocked me. "Babe, I need to check on the bacon, I forgot about it!"

"Mmm.." He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and hmmed with content. Splaying his hands across my abdomen, they started to stray. One finding my tit and the other the waistband of my shorts.

"Micah," my tone meant to be a warning, but he was turning me to butter.

"Yes?" Firm hands that knew exactly what I needed. A gentle squeeze here while the other slipped beneath my shorts to seek skin.

Letting out a groaning protest, I gripped his muscled forearm as I tried to pull him off. All my efforts were in vain as his strength outweighed mine. Breathing became a chore as I lost myself with his touch. Closing my eyes and let my head fall back on his shoulder.

Feeling his smug smile against my neck, his fingers started a delicate dance against my freshly shaved sex. Need rolling through me and my legs threatened to give way. I steadied myself, reaching up to bury a hand in his hair and the other gripped his arm. 

My skin prickled as a flood of liquid coated his hand. Thrusting two fingers inside me while his palm rubbed against my clit. His hand leaving my shorts to find his mouth. Sucking his fingers as he moaned. "Più dolce del miele." He released me, reluctantly. I shivered as I shifted my weight to stand on my own. "I'm going to take a shower. I have time, yes?" (Sweeter than honey.)

"Yes," I huffed as he walked away. 

Opening the oven, releasing the powerful aroma of bacon. They needed a few minutes and they would be finished. Returning to the skillet, the potatoes were done. Plating them and frying up 4 eggs, everything finished at the same time, including Micah.

Midway through breakfast, he stopped. Finishing the bite, he said, "I have something for you." Pulling a long silver envelope out, he slid it across the table to me.

"What is it?" I said wearily as I eyed the envelope and then him.

"Just open it." His sly smile said he was up to no good, but I knew that already. 

Opening the envelope, there was a letter. Pulling it free, I opened it. The letter read:

Remi,

With the problems you have encountered in the past months, I would like to treat you. I've always told you I'd like you to see my home, so, please vacation, on me.

The family villa outside of Venice is yours for the length of one week. If you need or want more time, please just say the word.

Use the family's jet and leave whenever it is a convenience for you. 

Yours always,

Giovanni

I covered my mouth, in complete awe. "Giovanni is gifting us a trip to Italy?"

"Yes," Micah nodded, "although it wasn't completely his idea. I told him I wanted to take you. When I saw him the other day and he handed me the letter. Said to charge everything to him."

"Holy shit!"

"You have your passport, right?"

"Yeah, I did a few trips to Cancun with the girls and I visited Canada once."

"Perfect. When would you want to go?"

"What about the club?" Still somewhat dumbstruck, I leaned against the table.

"The managers can handle things. We are finally getting into a routine and the crowds are evening out."

"Okay!" My body was humming with excitement. "How soon can we leave?"

"How quickly can you pack?" A wicked smile formed on his perfect mouth as he forked another mouthful, never once looking away from me. 

Jumping up from the table, I ran to the bedroom, hearing his deep rumbling laughter behind me. 

I packed quickly.  As I packed, he cleaned up the dishes and made the calls he needed to be able to get us our flight to Italy.

By sunset, we were in the air. I had packed a book to read, but I hadn't expected to read much. Midway through the flight, Micah had been sleeping and I needed to pee. When I returned to my seat he had my book. Glancing up at my return he said, "You really read this?" 

"Yes," I said carefully, "why do you ask?"

"Baby," he said exasperatedly, placing the book in his lap, "this is porn!"

"What's wrong with that?" At that, he gawked at me before looking back at the page he was on. 

Clearing his throat, he began to read with a deepened tone, "He entered her slick folds. Pure ecstasy flooded him as her body gripped his thick-"

I squealed as I snatched the book from his hands. Laughing together as I fell back into my seat, gripping the book to my chest.

"Remi Bennett, I'm seeing a brand new side of you." He gave me a sly smile.

"I am always learning new tricks." Putting my book back into my bag, I knew I had caught him off guard.

"Oh? Is that right?" I could hear his voice change. Clearly sitting at the edge of his seat, eager to hear what else I could tell him.

Closing my eyes and laying back my seat, I was tired and knew that if I didn't try to get some sleep, the jet lag would knock me on my ass. "Goodnight Micah."

"Baby girl," he growled his pet name for me. It sent shivers through me. His large hands crept gently up my thighs. "Remi," he purred. Sliding his hands to my ass, gripping, and forcing me into his lap. I giggled as I realized he was on the floor between our seats. "Don't do that to me. It is just us back here."

"We can't. What if the stewardess sees us? What if she hears us?" I couldn't help giggling as he assaulted my neck with kisses.

"She has done her job. We ate. We have our drinks. Cabin lights are off so we can sleep. She won't be bothering us." His breath on my neck was torturous. 

Peeling the straps from my shoulders, he continued his path of fire. Wiping any clear thought from my sex-fogged brain. Pulling me fully into his lap, I straddled him. Our breathing quickened as the heat rose between us.

"Fuck, you're so incredibly sexy Remi!" With a quick hand motion, my bra was unclasped and my tits were spilling out for his mouth to devour. "I can never think clearly when I see you like this."

"Like what?" Humming it, he stopped. Sliding his hand up my back to my neck and forcing me to look at him.

"Like this. Full of want and need. Wet for me. Flushed with heat that I caused. I love seeing you like this." His eyes were hungry and filled with desire. 

I needed him. I couldn't wait. Slipping a hand between us, I freed him from the confines of his jeans. Springing up to hit my soaked panties. My skirt hiked up around my waist, I couldn't wait any longer and neither could he. 

Capturing my lower lip between his teeth, I let out a moan. Deepening the kiss, I moved the fabric aside to better tease him. Rubbing his cock along my entrance. He was slick with my juices. Locking eyes with him, I rolled my hips, taking his entire length in one fluid motion. 

The gasps we made were nearly perfectly in sync of one another as I stretched around him. With slow and steady strokes, I rode him. In and out, suppressing my moans and dirty talk as much as I could until his resolve disappeared.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," I breathed.

"I need you. I want to pound your pussy until you can't stand on your own. Baby girl," grinding it out between clenched teeth, "let me?"

"God yes," I whispered as he gripped my ass and slammed me down onto his throbbing shaft. Harder. Rougher. Making me come apart. 

Laying me back, he continued. His thrusts went deeper and quicker with his new position above me. Supporting himself with one atm as the other pinched and swirled my clit.

"Ooh fuck!" Coming out much louder than I intended. I was unraveling.

"Yeah, baby girl? Tell me what you need." Nipping my shoulder as he whispered to me.

"Harder Papi! Harder!" As soon as the words were out, his pace slowed and his face contorted into a devilish grin.

"Papi? I like that. You want it harder? My pleasure, my love." 

In an instant, I had heard what he said, but before my brain was able to fully register his meaning or his intention, the thought was gone. Driven out by a stampede of pleasure that threatened to break me. Arching my back and moving my body to meet his, I felt him hitting my spot.

His pace was relentless as he hammered into me. Nails digging into his muscular shoulders, I clung to him as my release shattered me. Feeling him swell and jolt as he came with me. Moaning and panting with each wave. 

Convulsing against him, he slowed his thrusts, but not his hand. Still working my sensitive bud of nerves, my orgasm had me in a puddle beneath him. 

"Piccola bella donna, you make my heart so full." He stilled. Kissing the corners of my mouth before he kissed my lips. "Thank you." (Small beautiful woman.)

"No," I giggled placing my palm against his cheek, "thank you. I'm officially a member of the mile-high club."

Neither of us had gotten much sleep while in bed together, since my return. By the time we got cleaned up, sleep came easy for both of us. When we landed, the sun was up, we were exhausted and I barely took in my surroundings. 

By the evening, Micah shook me, lightly. "Remi, I'd hate for you to miss what the chef made us for dinner. Up, let's eat." 

Groggy and still confused, I got changed and followed Micah. My eyes widened as we stepped onto a roof-top terrace with magnificent views of the water and city lights. A small table was dressed with a white table cloth, simple china, real silverware, and candles. 

Micah held my chair out, taking a seat and admiring the view. Taking in the scene in front of me, I hadn't noticed the man to the side. Dressed in all black with a white apron, he approached and poured us water. Offering me a look at the wine bottle, I approved and he continued. 

"Holy shit!" I said it more to myself than to Micah, but he noticed.

"You okay?" 

I nodded, too speechless to respond. The view was magnificent and it finally dawned on me. We were in Italy!

The following days rolled into an amazing mix of being a tourist by day and a sex goddess by night.

Visiting as much of Venice as we could. I loved being able to take gondolas everywhere. Admiring the architecture, the food, and the waterways. One night, Micah was able to get us into Saint Mark's Basilica after hours followed by authentic gelato.

I was sad when our week was up. I had packed the night before. Waking up, Micah was already gone. Blinking through the sleep still left in my eyes, I could see a tray on the nightstand. Steaming cappuccino with biscottis and fresh fruit. Nothing out of the norm from any of the breakfasts in my Italy stay, but this one came with a note.

Another week? Another surprise? Grab my bags?  Whatever he was planning involved not staying in the Villa.  Taking a sip of my coffee, I wondered what Micah had up his sleeve. 

Showering and changing, I finished the breakfast tray and brought my luggage and my empty tray to the main floor. I had since learned that our humble host was Antonio. He met me at the bottom of the stairs, stern look on his face.

"I could have gotten these for you, Miss."

"I know, Antonio, but I wanted to make less work for you." I gave him a smile with a wink and his serious expression softened. "Do you know where Micah is?"

"He is on the pergola." He motioned towards the back of the house where the sliding doors were pushed to either side. 

"Thank you, again," I said as he gave me a short bow and left with the tray.

Not only did I find Micah, but a man in a short-sleeved, white uniform and sailors hat. A Capitan, maybe. Chatting softly, I couldn't hear what they were saying. As I approached, Micah handed the man something. Noticing my presence, the man gave me a curt nod and turned, walking towards the waterfront.

"Babe?" He turned, giving me a once over. "What's going on?"

"Good morning gorgeous," he greeted me and interlaced his fingers with mine. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, but do you want to see?" 

I cocked a brow at him, "Of course." 

Without another word, he led me down the shaded path towards the water. The same path the captain had disappeared down. Watching my steps, I avoided tripping over tree roots and rocks. Looking up, I saw white. As the bushes and trees thinned, a large boat came into view. 

With a gasp, I took in the yacht before us. It was bigger than anything I'd ever sailed on. I'd been canoeing and kayaking on the Potomac, even ridden in a small fishing boat, but nothing like this. Micah looked back at me and squeezed my hand.

"What do you think? Cruise with me? There is so much more of Italy I want to show you, but it is further south."

"I've never been on a boat this big."

"Is that a yes, baby girl?" Standing in front of me, he tilted his head. His mouth twitched into a smile, already knowing my answer.

"Of course that is a yes! How soon can we leave?" Shifting his eyes past me, he nodded. Following his gaze, I saw Antonio with our bags.

"Now. Ready?" 

My brow raised as excitement overwhelmed me and he knew. A small ramp was ready for us, which made boarding easy. The crew consisted of the captain and two crew members, as well as a young woman who cooked and assisted us. The master suite was huge. The boat had a smell that reminded me of a new car and I wandered through the levels as Micah finished the last details. 

The main level had two restrooms, a gally, a dining area, and a large lounge, the crew called the saloon, looking out on the back deck. Below were the sleeping quarters and above was a sundeck, jacuzzi, and the bridge.

The coastline was beautiful. Passing little villages, beaches, and rolling countrysides. The Adriatic sea was fairly calm, making our trip smooth and relaxing. Reading my book, sunbathing, and swimming was how I spent most of the days while at night we lay on the deck watching stars.

On the fourth day, it rained. I found a spacious study with walls of books. Running my fingers over the bindings, they had been well-loved. The books that really caught my eye were the small ones on the desk. Books that fit in the palm of my hand with tissue-like pages. One of them wasn't a book at all. There was a gold mini-book with a singular crease where the pages should have been. It was a box.

The captain cut the engines and dropped the anchor, which had me concerned. Leaving the office, I went up to the second deck. Looking at Micah, I could tell that our stop was planned and he knew why. The sun was out and there were no signs of the clouds we had seen before.

"Remi, go grab your suit and meet me at the back deck." Micah's smile was warm.

"What's going on?" I looked past him to the coastline. there were a few boats on the water with us, but with the rain, there weren't many people out.

"Private spot I'd like to take you. We have kyacks. Go get changed."

All I needed was a suit, so I stripped quickly and changed. By the time I stepped back on the deck, the kyacks were ready and Micah was waiting. My breath caught, he was gorgeous. Tan and tone, he was shirtless wearing his board shorts and sunglasses.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Well,  right over there is Lido di Portonuovo." He pointed up the coast from where we had been traveling. "And that is where we are going. Arco di San felice." He pointed to a beautiful cliffside that towered over the water. 

"Wow, okay!" 

Climbing into the kyacks, we set off. 

"You said this was the arch of something?"

"Yes. It is the Arco di San felice."

"Race you to the Arch!" I yelled over my shoulder as I took off. Pulling strong strokes with my paddle, I had the head start. 

With a bark of a laugh, he was after me. Gliding through the water with ease, we reached the arch together. With his final pull, he sailed by me. Holding his paddle up with a victorious war cry.

"So what did I win?" Cocky or confident, I couldn't tell, but beating me to the arch was going to his head.

"Me, of course!" Gliding closer to him, I pulled him into a kiss. Pouring my passion into it and meeting his. Gripping the back of his head, I held us together. 

With a slight chuckle and shift of his weight, he was pulling me into the water. Capsizing our boats along with our paddles. His strong hands slid around me as he brought us up for air.

"Cheat!"

"Never!" He laughed.

"Where to next?"

"That little beach over there. Sit and take a break." He turned me in his arms to see the narrow beach beneath the cliffside.

"Swim or paddle?" I asked, fully aware we would have to bring the kyacks with us.

"Are you serious? That is a decent distance. Paddle!" His eyes full of shock by my question, I laughed.

Rolling our kyacks back over and chasing after our paddles, we climbed in. Leisurely making our way over to the beach. Pulling them up on the beach, we parked out kyacks and stood together, looking out over the ocean.

The sun was setting behind us. Behind the cliffside, shadowing us. I shivered as a gust of wind hit us. I knew he was behind me, I assumed fiddling with his boat, but there were no strong arms. Scanning the sky from where the yacht was all the way up, I admired the painted sky. Slowly turning to admire the white rock up the side of the cliff, down to Micah. He was on one knee with the brightest smile I'd seen. 

My eyes went wide. 

My jaw dropped. 

My brain processed.

"Remi," his voice was low. "I have something to say. I realized I am happiest with you. I don't ever want to be without you. I'd give up my ties and my ties to my family to be with you." He took a shaky breath before continuing. "You're beautiful and strong, intelligent and caring, and you stole my heart."

OhMyGod! OhMyGod OhMyGod! 

My heart was pounding in my ears as I watched him reach into his pocket. Sealed in a plastic bag was the small box I'd seen in the ship's study. Gently unwrapping it, he opened it, revealing a beautiful ring. "Holy shit!" I whispered into my hands, now covering my mouth. 

"Remi Bennett, you'd make my world if you'd agree to marry me. Will you marry me, baby girl?" His eyes were hopeful, almost doubting that I'd say yes. 

Falling to my knees in front of him, I stared at the ring. The stone was huge! The setting was vintage. It was perfect.

"Baby?" Worry crested his brow. "Is that a yes?"

The words wouldn't come. I was speechless. 

Lunging forward, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with all that I had. Laughing as he rolled me into the sand, our lips never parted.

"I love you so much, Remi. I don't want this to ever end." 

"Neither do I, my answer is yes!" Stopping long enough for him to slide the ring on my finger. "I fucking love you, Papi!" Cradling his face in my hands, I watched as his eyes darkened and his lip curled.

"Say it again," he growled.

"I love you, Papi," smiling as I gave him my bedroom voice. I could feel my effect on him against my thigh. 

As the sun set, we made love on the secluded beach. My first trip to Italy would forever be my favorite vacation.

THE END

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(All edits finished on 12/28/2019)