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  Charlie looks ashamed.

  “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

  I shake my head, suddenly exasperated.

  “This is just a wild coincidence. You being Howie’s buddy from the field. Plus, the whole Veterans’ Collective thing. What were the chances? But seize the opportunity, Charlie, and don’t screw it up like you’ve screwed up stuff in the past.”

  Charlie looks down at his feet which are sheathed in tattered canvas sneakers. The old Charlie would never wear such a look.

  “I see you want to be a painter Charlie. You even dress like one now. Let’s just leave it at that. I’ll help you. You can paint me, but under one condition.”

  He sits down in the chair.

  “What is it?”

  “You don’t say one word to me when you’re working. And if you even make the tiniest move, I’m going to have Howie hire someone to torture you.”

  Charlie swallows.

  “So they sex is really that good, huh? You can make him do anything?” he asks dryly.

  I shoot him a scathing look.

  “Stop it.” My voice is firm.

  “Sorry. I won’t say anything. I’ll just draw you. That’s all.”

  “So you agree?”

  “I agree.”

  “Great. Let’s just get the sketch done so that you can start on the portraits.” I sit down, staring ahead at the wall with what I hope is a serene expression.

  “Okay. I’ll do it all, but under one condition,” says Charlie.

  I sigh.

  “What is it?”

  “You don’t make fun of my beret.”

  I pause and look at his beret. This is going to be hard. It looks like something Mickey Mouse would wear in Fantasia.

  “Agreed.”

  And silently, I sit down as Charlie pulls his easel over. I hope I’ve made the right decision because I know my man. Howard Bates is a possessive male and if he finds out that I’ve said nothing to him about being in close quarters with my ex, he’ll go berserk.

  CHAPTER 10

  HOWIE

  “That’s it baby.”

  I’m sitting back on my private jet while my princess sucks the tip of my cock. She’s hungrier for my rod than I’ve ever seen her before. God. Look at how she goes to town on that shaft! She’s gotten so good at opening her throat and can take in the whole thing in one gulp now. Plus, the girl is absolutely gorgeous. She’s wearing a yellow skirt and tank top set I got her from a designer friend. Her juicy tits swing against my shins as she wraps her red lips around my massive rod. Next she slips the shaft out of her throat and begins to slurp my balls. She lodges an entire ball in her mouth and looks up at me with those big puppy brown eyes. God she’s so fucking hot, but suddenly, I hear footsteps.

  “Baby, the co-pilot’s coming over,” I whisper hurriedly. I bring her up to sit next to me against the window, stuffing myself into my pants. The Atlantic Ocean passes under us as the co-pilot walks by. He’s an old man. I can see him looking down my Lacy’s shirt. He eyes the smeared red lipstick on her cheek, as I quickly wipe it away.

  As soon as he’s past, I thrust my hand between her legs and feel the supple smoothness of her thigh. She leans back in the seat and surrenders to my prodding. I feel the fabric of her soft panties. I don’t know. Everything feels more decadent from five miles up in the air.

  “How was the sketch session, darling?” I ask her. “Did you like the artist?”

  She has her eyes closed as she responds.

  “Oh, he’s strange,” she says in a breathy voice. “Just a weird guy.”

  But I’m not listening because the co-pilot’s done with the bathroom and is heading back to the cockpit. Perfect. We can get back to business, and I’m about to push her down towards my cock again when Lacy speaks.

  “The artist doesn’t talk much. He said nothing to me, actually. Just drew me. Edwin said he found him from the Veteran’s Artist Collective.”

  I nod. That’s a good cause. I guess I have nothing to be worried about because once upon a time, the artist was a soldier. We have that in common at least, and I know military men are honorable. So I relax.

  “Nobody you’d be attracted to?” I ask playfully.

  “Howie! No, of course not. I’m all yours. I’m all wet for you, can’t you tell?”

  And I can. I slip my fingers over the side of her panties and sink them into her tight pussy hole. She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed. That’s right. Her cunt is mine. No one else can give her what I give her. Not with these feelings plundering my soul. Because I’m going to tell Lacy that I love her tonight as we bask in the glow of the Tuscan sun.

  CHAPTER 11

  LACY

  I can’t believe it. I want to call Aunt Margaret right now because Howie’s Italian villa is straight out of the movies. I can see the ocean and a number of beautiful olive groves. The sunlight is warm on my back, bathing my skin in well-being.

  Reveling in the luxury, I forget about the session with the artist. I hate to think of Charlie being back in my life. There is nothing I want from him, especially not when I have my Howie to protect and comfort me. Because my man is so sweet. An absolute giver. I know he’s with Albie’s cousin, Oberta, helping to cook our dinner right now. This means I’m free to wander the grounds.

  I leave the terrace of the villa and enter the lush fields. My dress billows at my kneecaps as I run toward the sea. I’ve never been in a more beautiful place! I’m running and I skip past the well. Wow. That takes me back. When I was young, my family had a well where our water was from. I don’t know if Howie even understands how hard things were at home growing up, given his lavish lifestyle. But my parents are good people. They’re very nice. My dad was a school bus driver and my mom was the school nurse. Times were hard in my family, but they always wanted the best for me and I never felt like I was missing anything.

  I still remember the way my mom cried when I left with Charlie to live in New Jersey.

  “Our little girl is growing up,” she wailed. I wanted to cry too. I wanted so bad to believe that Charlie was going to be mine and that he was going to take care of me and show that he loved me. After all, Charlie was more than a decade my senior, the same age as Howie. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they served at the same time! The coincidence is all too much.

  Someday I’m going to take Howie to meet my parents. He’ll sit with my parents at the dinner table and eat my mom’s meatloaf. We’ll drink water from glasses and that water will be from our well. I will never forget where I’ve come from, no matter how glamorous my life becomes with the billionaire.

  Before I know it, I’m at an old barn. There are bales of hay everywhere, and I lay down on one, just for a moment. I need a nap. I nestle up with the hay and breathe in the beautiful scent of nature, sleep overtaking my form. Next thing I know, there’s a strong arm reaching around my waist. It’s that special, comforting arm. I twine my fingers into his hands. He lays kisses on my neck.

  “Lacy, sweetheart,” Howie whispers in my ear. He turns me to face his beautiful eyes and mouth. His delicious dark hair falls around his crystal blue eyes. His strong hands remind me of the farmers that must have been here before us.

  “Lacy, I want to make love to you.”

  He could have said nothing more magical. I wrap my arms around him and he pulls me close to his chest. He loosens my skirt and opens his belt. This time, when he plunges his monster cock into my wet cunt, I feel like I’m about to die from pleasure.

  “Howie! Ah, right there!”

  “That’s it, that’s my princess. Let me love you. You’ve changed my entire life.”

  He brings my head to his and kisses me deeply. My tongue gets lost in his. We’re absolutely in rhythm. When he pushes, I pull. When I push, he thrusts. Nothing has ever felt this good in my life! Of all the wild sex we’ve had, of all those times I’ve been a dirty slut for his massive dong, of all those time I’ve licked the semen out of his throbbing dick, god, this is the
best. Just to be held, to be owned, to be moaning in unison.

  Suddenly, orgasm overtakes us. Howie growls as he takes in the full tightness of my pussy.

  “Yes, baby, yes, let me come in you, let me fill you will my seed.”

  “I want nothing more!”

  He spurts his hot man jism deep into me and I feel the cum drip down my thighs. I nestle into his chest and look deep into the eyes of the only man I will ever truly love.

  “Lacy?” he murmurs. He touches my chin and lifts my face so my gaze meets his.

  I look at him like he’s the only thing I’ve ever known. My adoration shines from my eyes, but then he says something that makes my heart stop altogether.

  “Lacy, I love you.”

  I gasp. Is it true? Because I’ve never been loved before. Pursued, yes. Lusted after, yes. But truly loved? There’s been no one before Howie … and my heart explodes with joy.

  CHAPTER 12

  HOWIE

  I watch my princess as she scoops a helping of spaghetti on her dish. My neighbors, the Count and Countess of Umbria, have come to dine with us. We sip wine and laugh. Lacy is the center of attention. In the dim light of the candles, I see her face shining. Her breasts sit perky in her new pink silk gown. I have given her everything a girl can dream of.

  Except for one thing. I see her hand hovering above the pasta. The Countess reaches over and hands Lacy a bowl of parmigiana Romano cheese. Lacy’s left hand grasps it. I see it again. There’s a vacancy because her ring finger looks startlingly bare. There is simply no ring.

  People might say I’m crazy. After all, they’ve said it before. I’ve only known Lacy for a month, and I know it’s too soon to propose. She’s only nineteen after all. The girl’s too young. But that’s just where people would be wrong. At this ripe age, with her juicy body and sensual smile, my baby needs to be protected and kept in the lap of luxury, given every sexual pleasure in the world. She is the most perfect specimen of womanhood to grace any continent. I see the Count, even in his old age, admiring my Lacy. She smiles and laughs and makes conversation in broken Italian and English. She’s been studying the language ever since I told her we were going to visit Italy. That’s how excited my little princess was to come here.

  And the next two weeks are pure pleasure. We laze by the pool, letting sunlight kiss our limbs. We retreat from the midday sun to make love in the coolness of our bedroom. We eat all the time, my girl downing her pasta like a champ, just the way I like.

  Finally, after two weeks in paradise, we board the private jet once more. My darling has a tan from sitting out by the swimming pool in her yellow and white striped designer bathing suit. One day, I convinced her to take it off and sunbathe in the nude. It was a gorgeous vision, and of course I devoured her. How could I stop myself from thrusting into that tight little pussy slit, from milking those hard young breasts?

  Not that there was any milk actually coming out. But maybe, just maybe, with all this dirty unprotected sex we’ve been up to, my baby will be pregnant soon. Which makes the ring an even bigger deal. I’m not old fashioned, but I just think it would make things even more magical between us. The vow of fidelity. The merging of our two worlds. Two people becoming one. After all, I don’t have a family anymore so Lacy’s it, and I want to keep her close. I look at her angelic sleeping face as we cross the Atlantic in my jet.

  Finally, she wakes like Sleeping Beauty awaking from her centuries-long slumber.

  “Are you looking forward to getting back to The Penthouse?” I tease.

  “Of course! I can’t wait to get back and see Edwin, and of course, my Aunt Margaret. I even brought back a bottle of limoncello for old Albie!”

  I chuckle, helping her step off the plane and board a helicopter that will deliver us at my building.

  “Albie does like a drink from time to time.”

  The helicopter lifts off and we’re soaring, approaching the island of Manhattan from up above. The view is breathtaking, but nothing compares to my baby.

  “And the portraits? Are you ready to get back to being painted?”

  “Oh, Howie. Yes I am. I just think maybe you should come with me to the next session?”

  I hear the question in her voice.

  “Come with? Why, does the painter make you uncomfortable?”

  She speaks quickly.

  “Oh no, it’s not that. It’s just that I think you would help him if you shared your vision of the paintings with him. I want to make sure you get exactly what you’re paying for.”

  I nod as we soar over Central Park. She’s right. It was kind of an oversight on my part to begin the painting process without meeting the artist. I just trusted Edwin to make an informed decision.

  “Is he a well-known painter?” I ask curiously. Not that I really know anything about art. All those gallery parties I’ve been to throughout my last decade were pretty boring. But then again, it wasn’t their fault. It was me. I was a shell-shocked mess after the war, and nothing could touch my soul.

  Until now. I take Lacy’s left hand in mine. I feel her ring finger and the space I want my ring to go. I lean over and kiss her neck. That’s one of her favorite spots. She starts to melt in her chair. My little girl is horny. I should have known. It’s been hours since I last suckled her pink clit. We’ll be heading straight to the Jungle Room once we land … and I’ll make my favorite girl scream with the best of them.

  CHAPTER 13

  LACY

  Oh my god! I’m freaking out but I can’t show Howie how scared I am because I don’t want him to worry. Because as soon as we circled the United States coastline in the private jet, I started to get the text messages. The texts were pretty harmless, but they were from Charlie. I deleted his number from my phone years ago, but it doesn’t matter because Charlie sent me pictures of his sketches.

  I can see that he hasn’t deleted my phone number yet. This is wildly inappropriate. But at the same time, wouldn’t this happen in a professional painter-subject relationship? I just don’t know. That’s why I asked Howie to come with me to the next session. As I enter the penthouse, I see Edwin and give him a hug. I give Albie her present and she is happy. She’s been a little mean to me ever since I got promoted from maid to mistress. Well, not mistress. Sometimes I feel like a dirty slut on the side of this rich man’s life, but from the way he told me he loves me in the barn on the villa, I just know it. Howie is the one.

  “Lacy, Howie, welcome home.” Edwin is beaming. “Look, I know you’ve just arrived, but the painter is scheduled for today. For right now in fact. He’s waiting in the studio.”

  Before I can speak, words jump out of Howie’s mouth.

  “Bring him up. We need to meet each other.”

  I’m so sick to my stomach. I don’t know if Edwin can see my fear, so I try to play it cool. I slide down the hallway of oil paintings and towards the bedroom. I lay down my satchel and walk to the bathroom before splashing water on my face. I have no desire to hurt Howie. In fact, it’s the last thing I want. All I really desire is to make sure Charlie gets some money so he can start his new life, without me.

  Oh god. All of this worrying is going to make me break out, so I slather bee pollen cream on my face when Howie pops his head in. He’s smiling because he doesn’t suspect a thing.

  “Baby, I wanted to get you right into the Jungle Room, but I guess our homecoming celebration is going to have to wait. But I crave you Princess. Your juicy cunt on my lips.” He licks his lips and a shiver of pleasure runs down my spine. If only I could be in my lacey negligee right now, spread eagle on the circle bed while pushing my gushing cunt in my man’s mouth and then pulsing up and down on his massive shaft. God, what I wouldn’t give to have all of this melt away! But the painter is here. He’s in the living room waiting.

  I slip off my flight outfit and into something more comfortable. I need to breathe. I put on simple leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that comes off one shoulders. I let my blond hair fall down from its bun.
Here we go. I can do it.

  I enter the living room and Charlie and Howie are already chatting.

  “Hey hon,” Howie says, turning my way. “This is Charlie Baker from my tour in Afghanistan. We were in the same squad together! What a coincidence because I haven’t seen this guy for almost a decade.”

  Howie wraps his arm around Charlie, who sort of fake smiles in his painter smock. His beard has grown out since we went away. He looks like a total bohemian from 1920’s Paris. This can’t be happening.

  “Wow, what a coincidence,” I say with fake enthusiasm, but inside, my soul is curdling because I can’t believe I’m deceiving my man. I need to tell him that Charlie was once my boyfriend, and that we even lived together.