Chapter Fifteen

The knock on my door tells me that Emelia has arrived. I go to let her in and almost immediately, our lips meet, her hands seek out my neck and hair as I hold her waist tight against me.

I pick her up just slightly and carry her to the bedroom. I had invited her over for dinner again, but it seems we're going to indulge in dessert first.

The sex comes so easy now. There"s a shared rhythm between me and my sister"s best friend now, we're familiar with each other. This is a much tamer version than the last, but it's enough to melt away the tension of the day and bring that irresistible after-sex glow to her face.

When we're done, we slip on our robes, hers strategically left at my apartment after her last visit. We eat in our robes and Emelia tells me about her day while she pours us each another glass of wine.

I've ordered in Chinese, which she told me a few days ago was something she wished she ate more of. I'm pleasantly surprised to see she's mastered the art of chopsticks. Eating Chinese with a fork is one of the things that Nonna had always told me was a sign of a lazy person. That, and a dirty car.

"How"s the deal going? Do you have enough protection for the shipment at the docks?" she asks.

I almost hear Nonna in her with that question, but that could be because other people around me just don't know enough about the business to ask any good questions. And those that do know often prefer not to ask too many questions, just in case it gets them in trouble.

"Yeah, I think we do," I reply, taking a sip of wine. "This is definitely the biggest shipment that my guys have ever dealt with, but we've been working on scaling up so they know what to do. I'm probably going to make sure I'm at the warehouse when it comes in, so that I can check it myself."

She nods as she starts to play with an unruly piece of my hair—almost like I've seen her do to her own so many times before. I had felt so stressed before she walked in the door, but now between her soothing voice and soft touch, plus the wine, I'm feeling much more relaxed.

"Em," I break the silence, using the nickname that only my sister has used before now.

She smiles at me, so clearly it's okay for me to use too now. "As much as I love sitting in this flat and eating dinner in our robes, tomorrow let's do something a bit more adventurous."

"More adventurous?" she asks, cocking her head to one side. Her long brown hair hanging over her shoulder.

"Tomorrow, let's have dinner in Paris," I say, picking up my phone to arrange the details.

She laughs. "At Paris, the restaurant downtown?"

I smile at her, knowing she's not actually playing dumb. "No… In Paris, France."

"Umm," she coughs and I laugh. "Luca Baldini, no man has ever given me a trip to France in exchange for a good fuck." She winks at me.

"Well, it's more than a good fuck, although it is very good. I just want to thank you properly for everything you've helped with since…well, since before we lost Nonna even, I suppose. But also with this deal."

She's smiling widely now, and I can tell she's excited at the thought of jetting off to the "City of Love".

"Meet me at my jet tomorrow night at five. I'll have a driver pick you up. Dress for dinner." It's my turn to wink at her and we spend the rest of the night intertwined in each other.

***

I get onto the plane and make my way to the seating area to wait for Emelia.

I've arranged it so that no staff will work on this flight. Only the pilot will be on board with us. I know my driver who is picking up Emelia will be punctual, so I've instructed the pilot to fly at exactly five-thirty, giving him orders to stay in the cockpit and not come out until we land in Paris.

I have plans for Emelia tonight, as a payback for our headboard incident.

I've arranged for the plane to be decorated with rose petals and soft lighting, and before I sit down, I put on a Chris Isaak station on Spotify. I look out the window until I see my car drive up to the airstrip, and see Emelia step out.

She's dressed for the occasion in another stunning, tiny dress hugging her body and showing off all of her curves. The sight of her round ass makes my cock twitch in my pants, undoubtedly the desired effect. This time it's a yellow dress, and I find myself wondering if she has one in every color.

Her honey brown hair falls down over her shoulders in waves, and I can see she's wearing Nonna's pearls. Those would have to come off for safekeeping before I act out exactly what I've been planning to do to her for the past twenty-four hours.

"This is amazing," she says as she walks in and sees me, her voice barely a whisper, clearly surprised.

"You're amazing," I reply, and take her hand, pulling her onto the couch to sit next to me. I take her face in my hands and kiss her softly at first, but then more deeply, groaning into her throat.

I'm already hard, which seems to be happening so easily lately. But I want her to savor every moment of this flight. I want to see her green eyes glaze over with desire and watch her body erupt with pleasure.

Gently, I lay her down on the couch, and she wraps her legs around me, but I unwrap them and lay them down flat. She stares up at me, clearly nervous but full of trust.

"Don't move," I whisper into her ear as I unclasp the pearls and put them up on a shelf above our heads. Then I move to her feet, sitting down on the couch and slipping off her heels.

I massage her tiny feet, before sliding my hands up to her thighs. She moans slightly as I grab her panties and pull them off, taking a look at the smallest lace thong I've ever laid eyes on. I smirk at her, and she blushes.

Pushing her dress up, I bury my face in between her thighs, using both my fingers and tongue to stroke, lick, and enter her. She continues moaning, and I hear her breath coming out shorter, faster, even louder.

I keep the same tempo, my fingers entering her at a steady rhythm, my tongue moving over her clit, until her legs tighten around my ears, her hands grab at my hair, and I hear her exclaim, "Fuck, yes!"

I come up for air, smiling down at her. "Good girl," I say, helping her to sit up and finally free the rest of her body from the dress. Once it's off, my mouth goes around her right breast, my hand massaging the left. She grips onto my head and pulls me even closer to her, moaning with pleasure.

Quickly, I strip off my own clothes, keeping our lips locked for as much of the time as possible. Emelia helps to unbutton my shirt and then undo my belt buckle.

She strokes my groin, but I move her hand away. If she starts playing with that now, this will all be over much sooner than I want it to be.

"Patience, love." I say to her. "This flight is hours long…let's enjoy it."

We move off the couch as I bend her over the small writing table in the middle of the plane. Standing behind her, I slide my fingers into her, arching them upwards to find her G-spot.

"Oh my god!" she almost shouts. I laugh and clamp my other hand over her mouth. I'd prefer the pilot focus on flying us safely, and not get distracted by this delicious, naked woman out here.

I tease her for a little bit before pulling my fingers out and lining the head of my dick up with her pussy. I push in just the tip and hold steady for a moment. Then I let go of her mouth so I can hold onto her hips from both sides and slam into her. I fuck her harder and faster with every moan that escapes her.

"Fuck yes… I'm cuming…" she cries out, and I grab onto her hair, pulling slightly, causing her to arch her back and feel me even deeper inside her.

She comes and collapses on the table, still bent over. I give her a moment to breathe before I pick her naked body up over my shoulder and take her to one of the single seats next to the window.

I sit back down next to her and move her body so that she's sitting on my lap, positioning her over my cock. She sits down slowly, her back arching and mouth opening, taking me in.

Once she finds a comfortable rhythm, she grips my shoulders and I let her ride me at her own pace. We're both making enough noise for the pilot to hear us, but I hardly care at this point.

I can feel I'm about to cum, and I bury my head in her chest and bite down slowly, clutching at her back. She seems to understand, quickening her pace. I feel her walls tighten around my dick and we both reach this final climax together.

By the time we land, we"ve gone several more rounds and we're both panting and sweating, but smiling at each other.

We dress quickly and then head to the restaurant for a slow, luxurious dinner. Once the bill is paid, I tell Emelia that I need to take an important business call and I leave her for a fifteen minutes chatting with the bartender as she finishes her last cocktail.

On our way back home, sitting in the jet, I pull out a bag that I bought while in Paris. "Em, when I had to take that call I went for a little stroll and I got you a gift."

"A gift?" she asks. "After everything you've already given me tonight?"

She takes the bag and gasps when she sees what"s inside. It's a limited edition La Patron perfume.

"For your collection," I say.

"Thank you!" she squeals, hopping up and placing a kiss on my lips.

I hold onto her, and we lay like that for the rest of the flight watching cheesy movies and cuddling until the plane lands.

***

I wake up with blissful flashbacks of Paris, and our night on the jet, in my mind.

Emelia is already up and in the shower. I consider joining her, but before I can move my body, I hear the water turn off. Instead, I watch her lazily as she comes through in her towel.

"Buongiorno," she sings at me. Her morning mood is one of the best I've ever seen.

"Buongiorno," I groan back, still half asleep. I watch her drop the towel and lather moisturizer all over her naked body. "Come back to bed." I say, feeling my cock rise in excitement, wanting her all over again.

She pouts. "I can't."

She must notice what she's doing to me because she quickly steps into her underwear and jeans, and throws a top over her head.

"I have to go and meet Grazia for breakfast. I promised her."

She smiles at me, and I can't even get upset. I do want her to keep her promises to my sister. If and when we ever do tell Grazia about what's happening, I'd like her blessing.

Emelia leaves and I brew some coffee and make a call. Emelia and I spoke last night about her car giving her troubles and I want to make sure that she has a safer way to get around. Especially after her being seen with me in Mexico, I can't afford for her to be stuck on the side of the road, alone, with a broken-down car.

I call my guy down at the car dealership and arrange for one of their newer cars to be dropped at her house later today.

Some would call this spoiling her, after the flowers and the perfume, but I appreciate her patience with me and the care she gave to Nonna.

I had never seen it before, and perhaps it was her age, but Emelia is a very wise woman. She's not soft and gentle like Grazia, but her stubbornness and "hardness" is really because of how strong she is.

There's nothing that I've told her in the past weeks that has shocked or scared her.

That's the type of person I need near me, it's the kind of woman Nonna was, and it's the kind of trusting relationship I've always hoped I'd find.