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“Garibaldi’s gone to ground after we saw his goons coming to the church.” Tony’s voice a mix of frustration and determination. “Hiding in his compound, knows you’re waiting for a chance to get him back.”
“Shake the tree. Hit his operations.” I instruct. “Get him so pissed off he comes out into the open.”
I hang up before rejoining Jane, doing my best to shove thoughts of the vendetta to the back of my mind. It’s my honeymoon. I should be enjoying myself, not thinking of work.
In the sanctuary of our villa at the end of the day, I stand over Jane’s naked body. She’s laid on her front as my hands work massage oil into her shoulders. “What’s the occasion?” she asks as I push down into her knotted muscles.
“You seemed stressed,” I reply, my hands moving lower. “Something wrong?”
She turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine. “I keep thinking about the debt collectors,” she whispers, her voice tinged with a mixture of fear and wonder. “I know you’ll never let anyone hurt me, Xavier. But it’s scary, knowing how close I came. If you hadn’t come in when you did, those men, they were going to…”
My hands pause, and I lean in, ensuring she sees the sincerity in my eyes. “I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
“I believe you,” she says, a small, brave smile gracing her lips. “It’s just a lot to take in, you know?”
“I do,” I acknowledge, resuming the massage, my movements a bit more purposeful now. “But remember, we’re in this together. No shadow can touch us when we stand united. Tony’s working on bringing Garibaldi into the open. Once he’s dead, it’s all over. We can go home.”
As I continue the massage, Jane’s voice, softer now, breaks the silence. “Xavier, do you think maybe we could explore France for a while longer? See some more of the places my mom wrote about in her book?”
Her words catch me off guard, a pleasant surprise after what I’ve been busily planning. “Really? You’d like that?”
She nods, a wistful look in her eyes. “I’ve never really done anything like this before. It feels like the right time to discover those parts of her world, to connect with her memories. It’s like she’s a finger’s touch away. Or is that stupid?”
Leaning over, I pull her mother’s book from the nightstand, opening it to reveal the list I’ve been secretly compiling. “I’ve actually been thinking along the same lines. Look,” I say, showing her the marked pages. “These are all the places she wrote about. I made an itinerary. Starts tomorrow.”
She takes the book, her eyes scanning the list, and then looks up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You did this for me?”
“Of course. I thought it might be a way for you to heal, forget about all the bad shit that’s happened recently.”
She sits up, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. “This is incredible. No one’s ever been so thoughtful. What have I done to deserve this?”
I hug her back, my heart full. “You’ve been yourself. Honest, open, and brave. That’s all I could ever ask for. We’re going to make this journey together, and it’s going to be amazing.”
She taps the first entry. “Carcassone. You know they made a boardgame about it? It’s got these massive walls and turrets out of fairytales.”
She grins at me. “There were these illustrations in my mom’s book, filled with knights and princesses and I used to imagine myself there with her, away from my father. Nights when he was on his benders, I’d close my eyes and dream of being far away from him, just me and Mom and her stories.”
I listen, captivated by her passion, envisioning us exploring the labyrinthine streets and the imposing battlements together. “Anywhere you want to go, we go,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “Is there anywhere not in the book?”
“Villa Clos Lucé.”
I frown. “Where Da Vinci died?”
“You know it?”
“I’m not as uncultured as you might think.”
“I always wanted to see the place that inspired such genius. Maybe get a little inspiration of my own, the kick up the ass I need to study history properly. Hell, some sexy Italian put nearly a quarter of a million dollars in my bank account. That should pay for a month’s college tuition, right?”
“Maybe two if you’re lucky.” Her desire to connect with history, to understand the minds that shaped our world, draws me in, her enthusiasm as infectious as it is endearing.
“What about you?” she asks as I resume the massage. “Is there anywhere you want to go? Any books you loved?”
“My early years were spent learning to work, not to dream. I’ve spent my life building a legacy of power, of fear. Perhaps I’ve been chasing the wrong thing all this time.”
“It got you me.”
“Good girl,” I say, kissing her bare ass, spreading her cheeks and flicking my tongue around her tight little hole. “That’s your reward for being self-confident.”
“Then I should do it more often, that felt amazing. No one’s ever done that to me before.”
“And no one else ever will.” I lean down, finding the hole there again, plunging my tongue inside, drawing a deep moan from the back of her throat. “You’re mine now,” I growl.
She cries out as I gently bite her ass, the sensation heightening her arousal even further. I feel her pussy. It’s dripping with desire, and I know it won’t take long for her to reach her peak.
I find her clit with my finger. She writhes beneath me, her body arching in pure ecstasy. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reaches her climax.
Her moans become more guttural, her voice rising in pitch until finally, she cries out, her orgasm sending waves of passion cascading through her entire body.
As her shudders subside, she turns to look at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and longing.
“I’m sorry,” she says softly, “I shouldn’t have…”
“Don’t ever apologize for having desires,” I interrupt, placing my finger gently over her lips in a sign of reassurance. “That was gorgeous and you deserve to be pleasured like that.”
“You make me feel so…” she trails off, her voice steady and sincere.