blurted out. Phillip looked at her, a slight smile on his face.
“One room?” The front desk clerk asked.
“Yes,” Phillip replied without any hesitation.
“Very well. We have a penthouse suite with a king-sized bed.”
Before the clerk could say anything else, Phillip said, “We’ll take it.”
Gin watched as Phillip pulled out his Amex black card and paid for the room. He tipped the bellman an absurd amount of money to take their bags up so that he and Gin could immediately head out.
The hotel was old and majestic and right on the Grand Canal. “Let’s walk first, and then as the sun goes down we can grab a gondola.” Gin nodded, prepared to say yes to anything Phillip recommended.
They held hands and walked along various alleyways. Phillip seemed to know every nook and cranny and the various shops and food stalls they contained. They started across an ancient bridge and when they were halfway across Phillip stopped. “This is Rialto Bridge.” He looked wistful. “I think this is the most romantic spot in the world. It’s this old beautiful bridge, kind of beat up but still noble. The Grand Canal is beneath us, with Gondolas taking lovers from one spot to another.” He turned to Gin and put his palm on her cheek. “I’m so glad you are here with me.”
Gin’s heart started to beat faster as Phillip leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It wasn’t the stolen kiss back at the Billionaire’s Club. Hell, they hadn’t even kissed on the plane, and she had given him a blowjob.
It was strange, even as they shared intimate moments on a bed in the plane a kiss just didn’t seem to happen. Now the time felt right, and their first real kiss could not have been more special—a Venice kiss, full of romance and potential. She lost track of time as Phillip put his arms around her, and she did the same to him. His soft tongue pressed against her lips, and she gladly opened her mouth, sharing a deep romantic kiss above the Grand Canal in Venice.
Their bodies pulled close, Gin could feel Phillip’s desire pushing against her hip. She closed her lips and lightly sucked on Phillip’s tongue. He smiled, and they pressed their lips together as their hands caressed each other’s back. Phillip’s hand slid down and lightly caressed Gin’s ass before he pulled away.
She looked up at him, breathing heavily. She wanted him. Right there. Badly. He was the single most romantic and sexy man she had ever met in her life. If he had said, “Gin let’s just go back to the hotel and spend the rest of our trip in the room naked,” she gladly would have done it.
Instead, he took her hands in his and said, “The restaurant is near Piazzo San Marcos. We’ll need to take a gondola. Are you ready?”
She nodded. Oh yes. I’m ready for that and a whole lot more.
Gin barely remembered dinner. They shared a bottle—or was it two—of Italian wine and an extraordinary meal. They sat at the Chef’s table, and the chef served them. He was clearly world famous but Gin couldn’t remember his name. While everything was wonderful, she spent the whole meal looking forward to getting back to the hotel room.
As Phillip looked at the wine list for an after dinner liqueur, Gin leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s have dessert back at the hotel room.” Phillip glanced up her, and she gave him what she hoped was a pretty obvious “fuck me” look.
He smiled a mischievous smile and stood up. “Excuse me for a moment, and then we can leave.” As he passed behind Gin’s chair, he turned and gave her a hug from behind, his face buried in her hair. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I can’t wait for dessert.” As he spoke he slid his hand down across the front of her top, caressing her breasts and gently squeezing her nipples.
An electric shock of pleasure spread through Gin’s body. Phillip stood up and walked away, leaving her wired with sexual tension.
She took a deep breath.
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