Chapter 88

Mena

“I think,” Alessio said, roaming his hand over my body, “that you and I both know it’d be very stupid of me to let go of you.”

It was way too flattering, a compliment I couldn’t take or agree with because I was sure he had better options. Someone more influential, without a crazy ex. To avoid having to respond, I planted my lips on his, pulling him in for a kiss.

I sighed into his mouth as he traced circles on my back. Not breaking the kiss, he pushed me down onto the floor, with my head onto the suitcase behind us. “We’re just doing it here? You aren’t going to carry me to bed?” I giggled, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

Alessio shrugged, then kissed me again, this time rougher. He explored every curve of my body with his hands, and I moaned slowly as his fingers found their way under the hem of my dress, touching my inner thighs.

“This dress looks good on you,” he grazed his fingers over the fabric of my panties. “Too good,” he muttered, hooking them into