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nosey like that.
    “My mom doesn’t like planes. She said the only way you could
get her back to Italy would have to be by boat,” he said with a chuckle.
    “Well then, why not buy her one?” I asked.
    “She’d really like you,” he commented.
    “Why? Because I’m trying to get you to buy her a boat?”
    “Precisely, you’re like a sale person, but sexier,” he added
in a seductive tone.
    “Why haven’t you?” I asked him as I applied pressure to his
lower back.
    “Because my mom get motion sickness too easily. You see,
before my mom came to America from Italy, she was pregnant with me. My dad
thought that all of her sickness was due to the morning sickness, but it was
actually from the yacht that my dad had purchased for her as a gift.”
    “I had no idea you were from Italy.”
    “My dad is Caucasian, and my mom is from Sicily. They met
when he was stationed in the Navy.”
    “Aw, that’s sweet.”
    “I think so, no matter how feminine that sounded, I can’t
deny that it is a beautiful story.”
    “Sexy and sensitive, a double whammy!” I said leaning down
to kiss his cheek.
    “And Italian, don’t forget Italian,” he added confidently.
    “This is true. I’m not mixed with anything that I know of.
Honestly, my cousins used to say that I was adopted.”
    “Let me up. Why would they say that?” he asked as we
switched positions.
    “Because, my skin is only this dark during the summer.”
    “It’s not even that dark honey, just in comparison to me,”
he said.
    “Yeah well, in comparison to their skin tone, I was light.
Too light, and my hair was too ‘good’ to be completely black,” I said with reminiscent
frustration.
    I placed my feet on the floor and made my way towards the
bathroom where Axel was. He was bent down over the sink, my guess was he’d just
finished washing his face as it was now covered with a towel. When he came up,
I was just reaching the doorway. He stopped what he was doing to look straight
at me, as I was in the buff.
    He didn’t say anything, but when he placed his palm against
the smell of my breast, I knew exactly what he was thinking. Pulling me against
his body gently, he took my mouth in a kiss that curled my toes and sent my
body through waves of ecstasy. I wrapped my arms around his body as he
positioned me against the sink.
    My right leg came up to hook around his waist. His hand
firmly gripped my thigh as his member ground against my sex. I gasped as he
took a handful of my hair suddenly within his firm grasp. I moaned as he tasted
my neck. My breath quickened, he smelled so good. Almost too good, like bacon.
    I opened my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows as I continued to
smell the air. The bacon smell grew stronger until it started to smell too
strong. Axel stopped for a moment in confusion.
    “Do you smell that?” I asked him.
    “What? Oh hell! The bacon!” he said releasing me before
bolting out of the bathroom and charging down the stairs. I couldn’t help but
let out a chuckle of amusement.
    Shaking my head at him, I got myself washed up and ready for
the breakfast that was burning downstairs. Laughing at my statement as I hoped
in the shower, I quickly washed up before I grabbed my towel. Heading down the
stairs after dressing in a short turquoise sundress, I sat down at the island
in the middle of the kitchen in front of two plates.
    “Hey,” Axel said looking back to smile at me.
    “Hey, did you burn all of my food?” I asked in a teasing manor.
    “No, smarty pants.”
    “That’s Ms. to you,” I said with sass.
    “Ha! Jaida, you’re perfect,” he said before serving the food
before grabbing silverware, cups, and juice.
    “Aw, thanks honey,” I said playfully.
    “I figured that you would enjoy some breakfast, Italian
style. Plus bacon because you are a bacon fiend!”
    “Oh, this all looks so good!”
    “Here you have your cafe’ e latte, which is just milk and
coffee. You have your fete biscotatte, which is an Italian cookie.