Marco was painfully hard. Suffering beautifully, punishing himself with restraint he was running out of.
Soon. Soon he was going to have her. And have her, he will.
"I'll have the guest room ready for you and also deal with…" he gestured his free hand to his still erect cock standing tall beneath the fabric of his trousers. "this problem." He withdrew his fingers slowly, the loss of her already unbearable.
Val nodded. Words were beyond her. She watched him walk away and sat in the wreckage of what had just happened. Her underwear lay on the carpet.
Ricardo's engagement ring sat on the table. God.
"I'm such a bitch," she whispered.
*****
Don Genovese personally came to the airport. Massimo Genovese did not hand off important things to drivers and bodyguards if there was even the slightest chance he could make an entrance himself. So there he was, one hand buttoning his jacket as he watched the terminal doors.
