Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother
A faint plume of white steam rose into the night sky, illuminated by a soft, underwater blue light.
We bypassed the main pool area, which was mercifully deserted at this hour, and slipped through a heavy wooden gate marked Private Guest Access. Behind it lay the hot tub, a sunken stone basin filled with bubbling, turquoise water. It was nestled into a natural rock formation, shielded from the hotel windows by a dense curtain of weeping willows.
"We’re alone," I breathed, the tension in my shoulders finally beginning to dissolve.
"For now," Luca murmured. He didn't wait. He pulled his hoodie over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby lounge chair. His jeans followed, leaving
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