Page 210 of Marcello

But I’d lived in an immaculate palace for 21 years. Perfection was overrated.

Even the ugly sections of Naples were fascinating to me –

Though mostly he showed me the most beautiful parts of the city.

Colored lights strung across medieval alleyways… amazing street art…

Old churches… stunning monuments… historic buildings.

They were wonderful places to visit.

And really hot places to have sex.

We’d just gotten out of a club where we’d been dancing and hanging all over each other. It was gloriously reminiscent of the night we met at Castel dell’Ovo.

But shortly after midnight, he pulled me out of the club by the hand. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Why?”

He wrapped his strong arms around me and growled in my ear, “Because I want to fuck you.”

I giggled. “We don’t need to go back to the hotel for that.”

“…what?!”

I had quite the bingo card going.

Squirting…

Him licking my backdoor…

And coming inside me.

But I’d watched a lot of porn, and there was a big one I still wanted to do:

Sex in public.

“Why don’t we do it right here?” I whispered with a devilish grin.

His face wrinkled up in distaste. “In an alleyway?”

He had a point. The smell of garbage from the nearest dumpster was a little ripe.

“Then how about in an abandoned church?”

That was another slot on my bingo card: something really bad. Sacrilegious, even.

Romeo had told me there were 800 churches in Naples. Most were still places of worship. Others had been turned into museums – but some had been bombed during World War II and never fixed because of lack of funds.

He stared at me, then broke out in a grin. “You’re bad.”

“I know.”

Actually, Laura was a good girl.

But Giulietta was very, very bad.

“What would the nuns say?” he teased me.