Emily’s POV

The next morning we left the yacht early.

The sun was so bright and scorching even though it was barely ten o'clock as Dario drove us down the twisty road to Positano.

I sat beside Dario, with his hand gently caressing my thigh.

I saw the distraction in his eyes and how he barely restrained himself from stopping the car to devour me.

But well, that's what he deserves for picking a cloth that was thin and barely mid thighs.

I had no panties or bra on and one could see the shape ...