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https://plus.google.com/107392880248009971625 Kelli Roberts : Stefan Cristofori didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore, not since the death of his wife. This year the...
Stefan Cristofori didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore, not since the death of his wife. This year the memory had been particularly hard on him. It was the five year anniversary of her passing. So, instead of being home with friends and family on Christmas Eve, he sat alone in a dive bar in some small Texas town, thinking of her.

Across the smoke filled room some annoying man was talking loudly on his phone. Cris tried to tune him out and continued to nurse his beer as he tried to remember the way his wife used to smile and how she always made him laugh. He missed her so much he was sure he could actually smell her, as if she was really with him in that dingy bar on that very night. Taking another whiff of the air, her scent suddenly overwhelmed him.

What the hell?

He jerked his head around towards where the sweet aroma was coming from. That’s when he caught his first look at her. It wasn’t his wife, but she was still breathtakingly beautiful. She had wild, curly red hair she could barely contain in her ponytail. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her pure, pale skin and voluptuous mouth.

He licked his dry lips and let his gaze slide slowly down her body. Her short skirt had slipped down below one hipbone and snagged precariously on the other, exposing her bare stomach. He focused his gaze on her navel. He had an overwhelming urge to bend down and kiss her belly button, then lick his way up to the warm underside of her breasts.

He saw her blue eyes close, and found himself captivated by the long, feathery lashes pressing against her alabaster skin. She seemed frustrated and Cris couldn’t help his desire to reach out to her. But he didn’t. Instead, he forced himself to look away and returned to his solitude. It was something that had served him well for years, and he wasn’t about to change his ways. Not tonight of all nights.

Although he tried to look away from her, it was too late. She had seen him and sauntered over to sit next to him at the bar.
 She leaned into him and said in a soft, alluring voice, “Hey there cowboy, buy a girl a drink?”

What could he say? Sure, he wanted to be alone, but he didn’t want to be an ass. Especially since up close he got an even better look at her well-toned legs. Even sexier were those incredibly high black heels she had on, they had to be at least six inches. This girl exuded sexuality and a femininity from every fiber of her being. How could he possibly say no to that?

But he didn’t respond. Despite wanting to say “Sure, take a seat”, he just couldn’t form the words.

She sat down next to him anyway as the bartender came up to them and asked in a strong Southern drawl, “What can I do ya for?”

The redhead started to answer, “I’ll have a ….” But Cris cut her off before she could finish.

“They are only serving eggnog and beer.”

The girl gave a polite smile and continued with her order. “Well then, eggnog it is.”

When the bartender walked away she turned her attention back to Cris. He spoke with an accent that drove her wild. The way it slid over his words was intoxicating.

“Why is a good-looking guy like you all alone in a dump like this on Christmas Eve?”

He shrugged. “No particular reason.”

She stuck out her hand to shake his. “I’m Eve, by the way. And you are?”

“Cris.”

“Seriously? Cris and Eve? Together on Christmas Eve? How funny is that?”

He raised one well-shaped eyebrow but didn’t say anything in response.

The bartender brought Eve her eggnog and while she drank it, she took in her surroundings. The bar really was a dump. Dark, dingy and smoke-filled.

“I thought you couldn’t smoke in public places anymore?”

Cris just shrugged.

“You sure are a talker, aren’t you Cris? Is that even your real name or are you just screwing with me because it’s Christmas Eve?”

He smiled at her. Not a grin or a smirk, but a serious, he-meant-business, drop-your-panties, kind of smile, and said in a low, sensual drawl, “It’s what they call me.”

He genuinely meant that. Although his full name was Stefan Cristofori, his friends had called him Cris for as long as he could remember.

Holy hell. Eve’s body tingled from head to toe when he spoke, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

Eve finished her eggnog, looked down at the empty glass and called the bartender over for another.

“That was really good? What’s in that?”

“Bourbon and nutmeg. But mostly lots of bourbon.”

“I’ll have another then.”

Listening to their conversation, Cris perked up hearing how much bourbon was in the eggnog.

“Make that two.”

“Okay then, two more it is,” the bartender responded.

When she returned, she handed them their drinks as well as two shot glasses of straight bourbon, winking at Cris.

“Here hon, you look like you could use this.”

For the first time that night Cris smiled back at the bartender, then took a shot glass of bourbon and downed it while Eve did the same.

Cris looked over at Eve, admiring her obvious good looks. “I don’t recall seeing you around before. You here visiting for the holidays?”

“Something like that.”

Cris sensed that Eve wasn’t in the mood to talk about her personal life any more than he was, and he was just fine with that. The pair sat side by side in the seedy bar in silence. After a few glasses of eggnog and at least four more shots of straight bourbon apiece, they both started to loosen up.

Audrey looked Cris over carefully. He was indeed handsome, with his strong, tan face and unruly jet black hair. He had prominent cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw barely masked by several days of stubble. His thick eyebrows sat low on his forehead, giving him a natural brooding look. He had glittering light blue eyes, almost silver in color. She suspected it was his eyes that attracted most women to him, more than anything else.

He had a look on his face that reflected his somber mood, but that didn’t seem to deter Eve from her mission. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.

“So stud, you gonna jingle my bells or what?”

Not sure he heard what she said, Cris turned to look at her.

“What’s the matter, you afraid Mrs. Claus will find out?”

A cocky smirk broke across his mouth, crooked on one corner. “Are you saying you want to roast my chestnuts?”

She bit her lower lip, suppressing a giggle as she met his gaze. “Only if you promise to mistle my toe.”

His mind searched for some snarky retort as she placed her hand on his upper leg and began to draw small circles on his thigh. Eve leaned in again, so that only he could hear her speak.

“Have you ever been really naughty on Christmas?”

He didn’t respond but he didn’t need to. His body spoke volumes, as his cock grew instantly hard and heavy for her, straining against the denim of his jeans. He shut his eyes and sucked in a breath as she discreetly rubbed against it.

He wanted nothing more than to pull her into the shadows of the back room and push her forward, pull her skirt up around her waist, and take her hard and fast from behind. He growled low in his throat as she went to grab for his cock again.

Christ this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t happen. Not right here in the middle of a bar with these people around.

Cris politely removed her hand and told her to behave while he made his way to the bathroom to adjust himself and try to pull his shit together. Eve, however, didn’t listen and instead followed behind him.

When Cris stepped out of the restroom he barely had a moment to register she was there waiting when she pinned him against the wall, kissing him passionately and rubbing her body against his.

He made a quick and nervous glance to see if anybody noticed that Eve had followed him to the back, but nobody seemed to be paying attention so he pulled her into the bathroom.

“We can’t do this Eve. Not here. Not like this.”

“Why not?”

The more Cris resisted, the more excited Eve became. She could feel the wetness pool between her legs.

His mouth might have been saying no, but she seemed to know better. It was obvious he wanted her. The proof of that was pressing hard against his jeans, threatening to burst out on its own at any minute.

She ground up against him, her hands running over his chest, trying to get inside of his clothes. She couldn’t get close enough, it seemed.

Eve was warm and curvy and whispering his name and that worked for him, big time, so Cris didn’t really do much to resist her advances.

Finally Eve couldn’t stand it anymore, she had to have him. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers and had her luscious red lips around his cock before he could say no yet again.

His erection danced in front of her face. Cris closed his eyes and Eve gingerly guided his cock to her lips. She pulled it out of her mouth and slowly dragged her hand along its length.

Cris’s nervousness was gone and only hunger remained; a hunger and desire that he hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time. Cris watched the jarring of Eve’s head as she worked her way up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting himself be carried away by the sounds her full luscious lips were making while she sucked him off.

When Cris felt his balls start to tighten he knew he was close, so he pulled Eve up to her feet to stop her. He wasn’t ready to come, just yet. His dazed eyes focused on the beautiful face of the girl that stood before him. She stared back at him, neither of them exchanging a single word.

He turned his face to bury his mouth against her neck and when he did she gave off a small whimper. He licked the rim of her ear and then his smile came slow and sure. But before Eve could give that endearing smile of his much thought, he pressed her up against the wall, and leaned in to kiss her, possessive and deep.

She tried to speak but he cut her off with another kiss. He knew what she was trying to do. She wanted to regain control of the situation and Cris wasn’t about to let that happen.

Eve wasn’t used to giving up control sexually but this time it seemed she had no choice. Much to her surprise, she liked it. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let the image of what Cris was doing to her form in her mind. His tanned, naked body leaning into her, his large fully erect cock pressing against her thigh, his heated gaze staring down at her.

Cris felt his cock twitch at her ragged, indrawn breath as he inserted a finger inside of her. Eve’s gasps and squirming only heightened his pleasure. He slowly began moving his fingers in and out of her. He loved feeling Eve’s body react to what he was giving her.

Her walls clung to his fingers as he slowly moved them in and out of her. He found the rippled patch just above her entrance and hooked his finger into it, rubbing it gently. She gasped every time his fingertip dug in.

Cris felt her begin to tremble as a low moan of joy slipped out of her. He rubbed her clit faster and finally her body stiffened as waves of pleasure washed over her. She covered his fingers with her juices and fell into him, her legs trembling.

He grabbed Eve’s waist and spun her around, leaning her over the sink and letting her rest her weight on the counter. Eve could hear the faint crinkle of the condom wrapper in the background just before he slid his cock inside of her. She gasped as he plunged deeper.

“Christ this is good,” he breathed as he pulled out and then pushed back inside of her.

He thrust in and out of her with long, steady strokes. He knew she wanted him to go faster by her moans and the way she pushed her ass into him, trying to force his erection in deeper. But he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted just yet.

As she began to quiver, he put his hands on her hips for leverage and plunged deeper inside of her, moving harder and faster with each stroke.

“Yes!” she cried out.

Pumping in and out of her, he felt her inner muscles tighten around him. She arched her back, allowing his cock to penetrate her as deeply as he could. She began to push her ass back further, forcing him to thrust even deeper into her. Cris could barely contain himself, ramming his cock fully into her now. The rougher he got, the more she seemed to want.

Eve bit down on her lip as hard as she could, trying her best to stop herself from screaming as her pussy convulsed around his throbbing cock.

Cris felt her relax and come down from her peak as she held the sink tightly for support. He plunged deep inside her one more time, and with a low grunt he came as well. A flood of heat washed over Cris as his world shook before him. He pulled Eve up, and held her tight against his body as he gasped for air, pulling her completely off of the ground.

 He gently sat her back down as everything slowly came back into focus, apologizing for being so rough. She smiled back at him, not seeming to mind one single bit.

Eve adjusted her clothes and with a quick glance in the mirror, did the same to her hair and makeup before turning to Cris.

“I’m going to head out first. You can follow a few moments after, so it won’t be so obvious.”

“Yeah sure,” Cris replied. Still trying to take in all that had just happened.

Eve quietly exited the bathroom and then headed back towards the bar.

This was everything Cris swore he wouldn’t let himself feel again, yet now that he had done it, it didn’t seem too bad, because he knew it was right. He didn’t know what it was but there was something special about Eve. She had stirred feelings inside of him he thought were long since gone.

He didn’t know if they had a future together, but he wanted to at least get her number and call her sometime for a real date. But when he walked back out to the main part of the bar, she was gone. He looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

His eyes locked on the bartender and she gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry hon, but she left.”

Cris couldn’t believe it. He just had the hottest sex of his life with some amazing chick he just met and now she was gone. In all likelihood he’d never see her again.

It was late and he had to get up early the next morning to catch a flight to Vegas so he headed home, alone. Like he had done every night for the last five years. Only tonight it wasn’t the same. Tonight he couldn’t get that redheaded vixen off of his mind.

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https://plus.google.com/107392880248009971625 Kelli Roberts : Stefan Cristofori didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore, not since the death of his wife. This year the...
Stefan Cristofori didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore, not since the death of his wife. This year the memory had been particularly hard on him. It was the five year anniversary of her passing. So, instead of being home with friends and family on Christmas Eve, he sat alone in a dive bar in some small Texas town, thinking of her.

Across the smoke filled room some annoying man was talking loudly on his phone. Cris tried to tune him out and continued to nurse his beer as he tried to remember the way his wife used to smile and how she always made him laugh. He missed her so much he was sure he could actually smell her, as if she was really with him in that dingy bar on that very night. Taking another whiff of the air, her scent suddenly overwhelmed him.

What the hell?

He jerked his head around towards where the sweet aroma was coming from. That’s when he caught his first look at her. It wasn’t his wife, but she was still breathtakingly beautiful. She had wild, curly red hair she could barely contain in her ponytail. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her pure, pale skin and voluptuous mouth.

He licked his dry lips and let his gaze slide slowly down her body. Her short skirt had slipped down below one hipbone and snagged precariously on the other, exposing her bare stomach. He focused his gaze on her navel. He had an overwhelming urge to bend down and kiss her belly button, then lick his way up to the warm underside of her breasts.

He saw her blue eyes close, and found himself captivated by the long, feathery lashes pressing against her alabaster skin. She seemed frustrated and Cris couldn’t help his desire to reach out to her. But he didn’t. Instead, he forced himself to look away and returned to his solitude. It was something that had served him well for years, and he wasn’t about to change his ways. Not tonight of all nights.

Although he tried to look away from her, it was too late. She had seen him and sauntered over to sit next to him at the bar.
 She leaned into him and said in a soft, alluring voice, “Hey there cowboy, buy a girl a drink?”

What could he say? Sure, he wanted to be alone, but he didn’t want to be an ass. Especially since up close he got an even better look at her well-toned legs. Even sexier were those incredibly high black heels she had on, they had to be at least six inches. This girl exuded sexuality and a femininity from every fiber of her being. How could he possibly say no to that?

But he didn’t respond. Despite wanting to say “Sure, take a seat”, he just couldn’t form the words.

She sat down next to him anyway as the bartender came up to them and asked in a strong Southern drawl, “What can I do ya for?”

The redhead started to answer, “I’ll have a ….” But Cris cut her off before she could finish.

“They are only serving eggnog and beer.”

The girl gave a polite smile and continued with her order. “Well then, eggnog it is.”

When the bartender walked away she turned her attention back to Cris. He spoke with an accent that drove her wild. The way it slid over his words was intoxicating.

“Why is a good-looking guy like you all alone in a dump like this on Christmas Eve?”

He shrugged. “No particular reason.”

She stuck out her hand to shake his. “I’m Eve, by the way. And you are?”

“Cris.”

“Seriously? Cris and Eve? Together on Christmas Eve? How funny is that?”

He raised one well-shaped eyebrow but didn’t say anything in response.

The bartender brought Eve her eggnog and while she drank it, she took in her surroundings. The bar really was a dump. Dark, dingy and smoke-filled.

“I thought you couldn’t smoke in public places anymore?”

Cris just shrugged.

“You sure are a talker, aren’t you Cris? Is that even your real name or are you just screwing with me because it’s Christmas Eve?”

He smiled at her. Not a grin or a smirk, but a serious, he-meant-business, drop-your-panties, kind of smile, and said in a low, sensual drawl, “It’s what they call me.”

He genuinely meant that. Although his full name was Stefan Cristofori, his friends had called him Cris for as long as he could remember.

Holy hell. Eve’s body tingled from head to toe when he spoke, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

Eve finished her eggnog, looked down at the empty glass and called the bartender over for another.

“That was really good? What’s in that?”

“Bourbon and nutmeg. But mostly lots of bourbon.”

“I’ll have another then.”

Listening to their conversation, Cris perked up hearing how much bourbon was in the eggnog.

“Make that two.”

“Okay then, two more it is,” the bartender responded.

When she returned, she handed them their drinks as well as two shot glasses of straight bourbon, winking at Cris.

“Here hon, you look like you could use this.”

For the first time that night Cris smiled back at the bartender, then took a shot glass of bourbon and downed it while Eve did the same.

Cris looked over at Eve, admiring her obvious good looks. “I don’t recall seeing you around before. You here visiting for the holidays?”

“Something like that.”

Cris sensed that Eve wasn’t in the mood to talk about her personal life any more than he was, and he was just fine with that. The pair sat side by side in the seedy bar in silence. After a few glasses of eggnog and at least four more shots of straight bourbon apiece, they both started to loosen up.

Audrey looked Cris over carefully. He was indeed handsome, with his strong, tan face and unruly jet black hair. He had prominent cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw barely masked by several days of stubble. His thick eyebrows sat low on his forehead, giving him a natural brooding look. He had glittering light blue eyes, almost silver in color. She suspected it was his eyes that attracted most women to him, more than anything else.

He had a look on his face that reflected his somber mood, but that didn’t seem to deter Eve from her mission. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.

“So stud, you gonna jingle my bells or what?”

Not sure he heard what she said, Cris turned to look at her.

“What’s the matter, you afraid Mrs. Claus will find out?”

A cocky smirk broke across his mouth, crooked on one corner. “Are you saying you want to roast my chestnuts?”

She bit her lower lip, suppressing a giggle as she met his gaze. “Only if you promise to mistle my toe.”

His mind searched for some snarky retort as she placed her hand on his upper leg and began to draw small circles on his thigh. Eve leaned in again, so that only he could hear her speak.

“Have you ever been really naughty on Christmas?”

He didn’t respond but he didn’t need to. His body spoke volumes, as his cock grew instantly hard and heavy for her, straining against the denim of his jeans. He shut his eyes and sucked in a breath as she discreetly rubbed against it.

He wanted nothing more than to pull her into the shadows of the back room and push her forward, pull her skirt up around her waist, and take her hard and fast from behind. He growled low in his throat as she went to grab for his cock again.

Christ this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t happen. Not right here in the middle of a bar with these people around.

Cris politely removed her hand and told her to behave while he made his way to the bathroom to adjust himself and try to pull his shit together. Eve, however, didn’t listen and instead followed behind him.

When Cris stepped out of the restroom he barely had a moment to register she was there waiting when she pinned him against the wall, kissing him passionately and rubbing her body against his.

He made a quick and nervous glance to see if anybody noticed that Eve had followed him to the back, but nobody seemed to be paying attention so he pulled her into the bathroom.

“We can’t do this Eve. Not here. Not like this.”

“Why not?”

The more Cris resisted, the more excited Eve became. She could feel the wetness pool between her legs.

His mouth might have been saying no, but she seemed to know better. It was obvious he wanted her. The proof of that was pressing hard against his jeans, threatening to burst out on its own at any minute.

She ground up against him, her hands running over his chest, trying to get inside of his clothes. She couldn’t get close enough, it seemed.

Eve was warm and curvy and whispering his name and that worked for him, big time, so Cris didn’t really do much to resist her advances.

Finally Eve couldn’t stand it anymore, she had to have him. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers and had her luscious red lips around his cock before he could say no yet again.

His erection danced in front of her face. Cris closed his eyes and Eve gingerly guided his cock to her lips. She pulled it out of her mouth and slowly dragged her hand along its length.

Cris’s nervousness was gone and only hunger remained; a hunger and desire that he hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time. Cris watched the jarring of Eve’s head as she worked her way up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting himself be carried away by the sounds her full luscious lips were making while she sucked him off.

When Cris felt his balls start to tighten he knew he was close, so he pulled Eve up to her feet to stop her. He wasn’t ready to come, just yet. His dazed eyes focused on the beautiful face of the girl that stood before him. She stared back at him, neither of them exchanging a single word.

He turned his face to bury his mouth against her neck and when he did she gave off a small whimper. He licked the rim of her ear and then his smile came slow and sure. But before Eve could give that endearing smile of his much thought, he pressed her up against the wall, and leaned in to kiss her, possessive and deep.

She tried to speak but he cut her off with another kiss. He knew what she was trying to do. She wanted to regain control of the situation and Cris wasn’t about to let that happen.

Eve wasn’t used to giving up control sexually but this time it seemed she had no choice. Much to her surprise, she liked it. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let the image of what Cris was doing to her form in her mind. His tanned, naked body leaning into her, his large fully erect cock pressing against her thigh, his heated gaze staring down at her.

Cris felt his cock twitch at her ragged, indrawn breath as he inserted a finger inside of her. Eve’s gasps and squirming only heightened his pleasure. He slowly began moving his fingers in and out of her. He loved feeling Eve’s body react to what he was giving her.

Her walls clung to his fingers as he slowly moved them in and out of her. He found the rippled patch just above her entrance and hooked his finger into it, rubbing it gently. She gasped every time his fingertip dug in.

Cris felt her begin to tremble as a low moan of joy slipped out of her. He rubbed her clit faster and finally her body stiffened as waves of pleasure washed over her. She covered his fingers with her juices and fell into him, her legs trembling.

He grabbed Eve’s waist and spun her around, leaning her over the sink and letting her rest her weight on the counter. Eve could hear the faint crinkle of the condom wrapper in the background just before he slid his cock inside of her. She gasped as he plunged deeper.

“Christ this is good,” he breathed as he pulled out and then pushed back inside of her.

He thrust in and out of her with long, steady strokes. He knew she wanted him to go faster by her moans and the way she pushed her ass into him, trying to force his erection in deeper. But he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted just yet.

As she began to quiver, he put his hands on her hips for leverage and plunged deeper inside of her, moving harder and faster with each stroke.

“Yes!” she cried out.

Pumping in and out of her, he felt her inner muscles tighten around him. She arched her back, allowing his cock to penetrate her as deeply as he could. She began to push her ass back further, forcing him to thrust even deeper into her. Cris could barely contain himself, ramming his cock fully into her now. The rougher he got, the more she seemed to want.

Eve bit down on her lip as hard as she could, trying her best to stop herself from screaming as her pussy convulsed around his throbbing cock.

Cris felt her relax and come down from her peak as she held the sink tightly for support. He plunged deep inside her one more time, and with a low grunt he came as well. A flood of heat washed over Cris as his world shook before him. He pulled Eve up, and held her tight against his body as he gasped for air, pulling her completely off of the ground.

 He gently sat her back down as everything slowly came back into focus, apologizing for being so rough. She smiled back at him, not seeming to mind one single bit.

Eve adjusted her clothes and with a quick glance in the mirror, did the same to her hair and makeup before turning to Cris.

“I’m going to head out first. You can follow a few moments after, so it won’t be so obvious.”

“Yeah sure,” Cris replied. Still trying to take in all that had just happened.

Eve quietly exited the bathroom and then headed back towards the bar.

This was everything Cris swore he wouldn’t let himself feel again, yet now that he had done it, it didn’t seem too bad, because he knew it was right. He didn’t know what it was but there was something special about Eve. She had stirred feelings inside of him he thought were long since gone.

He didn’t know if they had a future together, but he wanted to at least get her number and call her sometime for a real date. But when he walked back out to the main part of the bar, she was gone. He looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

His eyes locked on the bartender and she gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry hon, but she left.”

Cris couldn’t believe it. He just had the hottest sex of his life with some amazing chick he just met and now she was gone. In all likelihood he’d never see her again.

It was late and he had to get up early the next morning to catch a flight to Vegas so he headed home, alone. Like he had done every night for the last five years. Only tonight it wasn’t the same. Tonight he couldn’t get that redheaded vixen off of his mind.

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Stefan Cristofori didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore, not since the death of his wife. This year the memory had been particularly hard on him. It was the five year anniversary of her passing. So, instead of being home with friends and family on Christmas Eve, he sat alone in a dive bar in some small Texas town, thinking of her.

Across the smoke filled room some annoying man was talking loudly on his phone. Cris tried to tune him out and continued to nurse his beer as he tried to remember the way his wife used to smile and how she always made him laugh. He missed her so much he was sure he could actually smell her, as if she was really with him in that dingy bar on that very night. Taking another whiff of the air, her scent suddenly overwhelmed him.

What the hell?

He jerked his head around towards where the sweet aroma was coming from. That’s when he caught his first look at her. It wasn’t his wife, but she was still breathtakingly beautiful. She had wild, curly red hair she could barely contain in her ponytail. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her pure, pale skin and voluptuous mouth.

He licked his dry lips and let his gaze slide slowly down her body. Her short skirt had slipped down below one hipbone and snagged precariously on the other, exposing her bare stomach. He focused his gaze on her navel. He had an overwhelming urge to bend down and kiss her belly button, then lick his way up to the warm underside of her breasts.

He saw her blue eyes close, and found himself captivated by the long, feathery lashes pressing against her alabaster skin. She seemed frustrated and Cris couldn’t help his desire to reach out to her. But he didn’t. Instead, he forced himself to look away and returned to his solitude. It was something that had served him well for years, and he wasn’t about to change his ways. Not tonight of all nights.

Although he tried to look away from her, it was too late. She had seen him and sauntered over to sit next to him at the bar.
 She leaned into him and said in a soft, alluring voice, “Hey there cowboy, buy a girl a drink?”

What could he say? Sure, he wanted to be alone, but he didn’t want to be an ass. Especially since up close he got an even better look at her well-toned legs. Even sexier were those incredibly high black heels she had on, they had to be at least six inches. This girl exuded sexuality and a femininity from every fiber of her being. How could he possibly say no to that?

But he didn’t respond. Despite wanting to say “Sure, take a seat”, he just couldn’t form the words.

She sat down next to him anyway as the bartender came up to them and asked in a strong Southern drawl, “What can I do ya for?”

The redhead started to answer, “I’ll have a ….” But Cris cut her off before she could finish.

“They are only serving eggnog and beer.”

The girl gave a polite smile and continued with her order. “Well then, eggnog it is.”

When the bartender walked away she turned her attention back to Cris. He spoke with an accent that drove her wild. The way it slid over his words was intoxicating.

“Why is a good-looking guy like you all alone in a dump like this on Christmas Eve?”

He shrugged. “No particular reason.”

She stuck out her hand to shake his. “I’m Eve, by the way. And you are?”

“Cris.”

“Seriously? Cris and Eve? Together on Christmas Eve? How funny is that?”

He raised one well-shaped eyebrow but didn’t say anything in response.

The bartender brought Eve her eggnog and while she drank it, she took in her surroundings. The bar really was a dump. Dark, dingy and smoke-filled.

“I thought you couldn’t smoke in public places anymore?”

Cris just shrugged.

“You sure are a talker, aren’t you Cris? Is that even your real name or are you just screwing with me because it’s Christmas Eve?”

He smiled at her. Not a grin or a smirk, but a serious, he-meant-business, drop-your-panties, kind of smile, and said in a low, sensual drawl, “It’s what they call me.”

He genuinely meant that. Although his full name was Stefan Cristofori, his friends had called him Cris for as long as he could remember.

Holy hell. Eve’s body tingled from head to toe when he spoke, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

Eve finished her eggnog, looked down at the empty glass and called the bartender over for another.

“That was really good? What’s in that?”

“Bourbon and nutmeg. But mostly lots of bourbon.”

“I’ll have another then.”

Listening to their conversation, Cris perked up hearing how much bourbon was in the eggnog.

“Make that two.”

“Okay then, two more it is,” the bartender responded.

When she returned, she handed them their drinks as well as two shot glasses of straight bourbon, winking at Cris.

“Here hon, you look like you could use this.”

For the first time that night Cris smiled back at the bartender, then took a shot glass of bourbon and downed it while Eve did the same.

Cris looked over at Eve, admiring her obvious good looks. “I don’t recall seeing you around before. You here visiting for the holidays?”

“Something like that.”

Cris sensed that Eve wasn’t in the mood to talk about her personal life any more than he was, and he was just fine with that. The pair sat side by side in the seedy bar in silence. After a few glasses of eggnog and at least four more shots of straight bourbon apiece, they both started to loosen up.

Audrey looked Cris over carefully. He was indeed handsome, with his strong, tan face and unruly jet black hair. He had prominent cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw barely masked by several days of stubble. His thick eyebrows sat low on his forehead, giving him a natural brooding look. He had glittering light blue eyes, almost silver in color. She suspected it was his eyes that attracted most women to him, more than anything else.

He had a look on his face that reflected his somber mood, but that didn’t seem to deter Eve from her mission. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.

“So stud, you gonna jingle my bells or what?”

Not sure he heard what she said, Cris turned to look at her.

“What’s the matter, you afraid Mrs. Claus will find out?”

A cocky smirk broke across his mouth, crooked on one corner. “Are you saying you want to roast my chestnuts?”

She bit her lower lip, suppressing a giggle as she met his gaze. “Only if you promise to mistle my toe.”

His mind searched for some snarky retort as she placed her hand on his upper leg and began to draw small circles on his thigh. Eve leaned in again, so that only he could hear her speak.

“Have you ever been really naughty on Christmas?”

He didn’t respond but he didn’t need to. His body spoke volumes, as his cock grew instantly hard and heavy for her, straining against the denim of his jeans. He shut his eyes and sucked in a breath as she discreetly rubbed against it.

He wanted nothing more than to pull her into the shadows of the back room and push her forward, pull her skirt up around her waist, and take her hard and fast from behind. He growled low in his throat as she went to grab for his cock again.

Christ this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t happen. Not right here in the middle of a bar with these people around.

Cris politely removed her hand and told her to behave while he made his way to the bathroom to adjust himself and try to pull his shit together. Eve, however, didn’t listen and instead followed behind him.

When Cris stepped out of the restroom he barely had a moment to register she was there waiting when she pinned him against the wall, kissing him passionately and rubbing her body against his.

He made a quick and nervous glance to see if anybody noticed that Eve had followed him to the back, but nobody seemed to be paying attention so he pulled her into the bathroom.

“We can’t do this Eve. Not here. Not like this.”

“Why not?”

The more Cris resisted, the more excited Eve became. She could feel the wetness pool between her legs.

His mouth might have been saying no, but she seemed to know better. It was obvious he wanted her. The proof of that was pressing hard against his jeans, threatening to burst out on its own at any minute.

She ground up against him, her hands running over his chest, trying to get inside of his clothes. She couldn’t get close enough, it seemed.

Eve was warm and curvy and whispering his name and that worked for him, big time, so Cris didn’t really do much to resist her advances.

Finally Eve couldn’t stand it anymore, she had to have him. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers and had her luscious red lips around his cock before he could say no yet again.

His erection danced in front of her face. Cris closed his eyes and Eve gingerly guided his cock to her lips. She pulled it out of her mouth and slowly dragged her hand along its length.

Cris’s nervousness was gone and only hunger remained; a hunger and desire that he hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time. Cris watched the jarring of Eve’s head as she worked her way up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting himself be carried away by the sounds her full luscious lips were making while she sucked him off.

When Cris felt his balls start to tighten he knew he was close, so he pulled Eve up to her feet to stop her. He wasn’t ready to come, just yet. His dazed eyes focused on the beautiful face of the girl that stood before him. She stared back at him, neither of them exchanging a single word.

He turned his face to bury his mouth against her neck and when he did she gave off a small whimper. He licked the rim of her ear and then his smile came slow and sure. But before Eve could give that endearing smile of his much thought, he pressed her up against the wall, and leaned in to kiss her, possessive and deep.

She tried to speak but he cut her off with another kiss. He knew what she was trying to do. She wanted to regain control of the situation and Cris wasn’t about to let that happen.

Eve wasn’t used to giving up control sexually but this time it seemed she had no choice. Much to her surprise, she liked it. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let the image of what Cris was doing to her form in her mind. His tanned, naked body leaning into her, his large fully erect cock pressing against her thigh, his heated gaze staring down at her.

Cris felt his cock twitch at her ragged, indrawn breath as he inserted a finger inside of her. Eve’s gasps and squirming only heightened his pleasure. He slowly began moving his fingers in and out of her. He loved feeling Eve’s body react to what he was giving her.

Her walls clung to his fingers as he slowly moved them in and out of her. He found the rippled patch just above her entrance and hooked his finger into it, rubbing it gently. She gasped every time his fingertip dug in.

Cris felt her begin to tremble as a low moan of joy slipped out of her. He rubbed her clit faster and finally her body stiffened as waves of pleasure washed over her. She covered his fingers with her juices and fell into him, her legs trembling.

He grabbed Eve’s waist and spun her around, leaning her over the sink and letting her rest her weight on the counter. Eve could hear the faint crinkle of the condom wrapper in the background just before he slid his cock inside of her. She gasped as he plunged deeper.

“Christ this is good,” he breathed as he pulled out and then pushed back inside of her.

He thrust in and out of her with long, steady strokes. He knew she wanted him to go faster by her moans and the way she pushed her ass into him, trying to force his erection in deeper. But he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted just yet.

As she began to quiver, he put his hands on her hips for leverage and plunged deeper inside of her, moving harder and faster with each stroke.

“Yes!” she cried out.

Pumping in and out of her, he felt her inner muscles tighten around him. She arched her back, allowing his cock to penetrate her as deeply as he could. She began to push her ass back further, forcing him to thrust even deeper into her. Cris could barely contain himself, ramming his cock fully into her now. The rougher he got, the more she seemed to want.

Eve bit down on her lip as hard as she could, trying her best to stop herself from screaming as her pussy convulsed around his throbbing cock.

Cris felt her relax and come down from her peak as she held the sink tightly for support. He plunged deep inside her one more time, and with a low grunt he came as well. A flood of heat washed over Cris as his world shook before him. He pulled Eve up, and held her tight against his body as he gasped for air, pulling her completely off of the ground.

 He gently sat her back down as everything slowly came back into focus, apologizing for being so rough. She smiled back at him, not seeming to mind one single bit.

Eve adjusted her clothes and with a quick glance in the mirror, did the same to her hair and makeup before turning to Cris.

“I’m going to head out first. You can follow a few moments after, so it won’t be so obvious.”

“Yeah sure,” Cris replied. Still trying to take in all that had just happened.

Eve quietly exited the bathroom and then headed back towards the bar.

This was everything Cris swore he wouldn’t let himself feel again, yet now that he had done it, it didn’t seem too bad, because he knew it was right. He didn’t know what it was but there was something special about Eve. She had stirred feelings inside of him he thought were long since gone.

He didn’t know if they had a future together, but he wanted to at least get her number and call her sometime for a real date. But when he walked back out to the main part of the bar, she was gone. He looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

His eyes locked on the bartender and she gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry hon, but she left.”

Cris couldn’t believe it. He just had the hottest sex of his life with some amazing chick he just met and now she was gone. In all likelihood he’d never see her again.

It was late and he had to get up early the next morning to catch a flight to Vegas so he headed home, alone. Like he had done every night for the last five years. Only tonight it wasn’t the same. Tonight he couldn’t get that redheaded vixen off of his mind.

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Stefan Cristofori didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore, not since the death of his wife. This year the memory had been particularly hard on him. It was the five year anniversary of her passing. So, instead of being home with friends and family on Christmas Eve, he sat alone in a dive bar in some small Texas town, thinking of her.

Across the smoke filled room some annoying man was talking loudly on his phone. Cris tried to tune him out and continued to nurse his beer as he tried to remember the way his wife used to smile and how she always made him laugh. He missed her so much he was sure he could actually smell her, as if she was really with him in that dingy bar on that very night. Taking another whiff of the air, her scent suddenly overwhelmed him.

What the hell?

He jerked his head around towards where the sweet aroma was coming from. That’s when he caught his first look at her. It wasn’t his wife, but she was still breathtakingly beautiful. She had wild, curly red hair she could barely contain in her ponytail. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her pure, pale skin and voluptuous mouth.

He licked his dry lips and let his gaze slide slowly down her body. Her short skirt had slipped down below one hipbone and snagged precariously on the other, exposing her bare stomach. He focused his gaze on her navel. He had an overwhelming urge to bend down and kiss her belly button, then lick his way up to the warm underside of her breasts.

He saw her blue eyes close, and found himself captivated by the long, feathery lashes pressing against her alabaster skin. She seemed frustrated and Cris couldn’t help his desire to reach out to her. But he didn’t. Instead, he forced himself to look away and returned to his solitude. It was something that had served him well for years, and he wasn’t about to change his ways. Not tonight of all nights.

Although he tried to look away from her, it was too late. She had seen him and sauntered over to sit next to him at the bar.
 She leaned into him and said in a soft, alluring voice, “Hey there cowboy, buy a girl a drink?”

What could he say? Sure, he wanted to be alone, but he didn’t want to be an ass. Especially since up close he got an even better look at her well-toned legs. Even sexier were those incredibly high black heels she had on, they had to be at least six inches. This girl exuded sexuality and a femininity from every fiber of her being. How could he possibly say no to that?

But he didn’t respond. Despite wanting to say “Sure, take a seat”, he just couldn’t form the words.

She sat down next to him anyway as the bartender came up to them and asked in a strong Southern drawl, “What can I do ya for?”

The redhead started to answer, “I’ll have a ….” But Cris cut her off before she could finish.

“They are only serving eggnog and beer.”

The girl gave a polite smile and continued with her order. “Well then, eggnog it is.”

When the bartender walked away she turned her attention back to Cris. He spoke with an accent that drove her wild. The way it slid over his words was intoxicating.

“Why is a good-looking guy like you all alone in a dump like this on Christmas Eve?”

He shrugged. “No particular reason.”

She stuck out her hand to shake his. “I’m Eve, by the way. And you are?”

“Cris.”

“Seriously? Cris and Eve? Together on Christmas Eve? How funny is that?”

He raised one well-shaped eyebrow but didn’t say anything in response.

The bartender brought Eve her eggnog and while she drank it, she took in her surroundings. The bar really was a dump. Dark, dingy and smoke-filled.

“I thought you couldn’t smoke in public places anymore?”

Cris just shrugged.

“You sure are a talker, aren’t you Cris? Is that even your real name or are you just screwing with me because it’s Christmas Eve?”

He smiled at her. Not a grin or a smirk, but a serious, he-meant-business, drop-your-panties, kind of smile, and said in a low, sensual drawl, “It’s what they call me.”

He genuinely meant that. Although his full name was Stefan Cristofori, his friends had called him Cris for as long as he could remember.

Holy hell. Eve’s body tingled from head to toe when he spoke, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

Eve finished her eggnog, looked down at the empty glass and called the bartender over for another.

“That was really good? What’s in that?”

“Bourbon and nutmeg. But mostly lots of bourbon.”

“I’ll have another then.”

Listening to their conversation, Cris perked up hearing how much bourbon was in the eggnog.

“Make that two.”

“Okay then, two more it is,” the bartender responded.

When she returned, she handed them their drinks as well as two shot glasses of straight bourbon, winking at Cris.

“Here hon, you look like you could use this.”

For the first time that night Cris smiled back at the bartender, then took a shot glass of bourbon and downed it while Eve did the same.

Cris looked over at Eve, admiring her obvious good looks. “I don’t recall seeing you around before. You here visiting for the holidays?”

“Something like that.”

Cris sensed that Eve wasn’t in the mood to talk about her personal life any more than he was, and he was just fine with that. The pair sat side by side in the seedy bar in silence. After a few glasses of eggnog and at least four more shots of straight bourbon apiece, they both started to loosen up.

Audrey looked Cris over carefully. He was indeed handsome, with his strong, tan face and unruly jet black hair. He had prominent cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw barely masked by several days of stubble. His thick eyebrows sat low on his forehead, giving him a natural brooding look. He had glittering light blue eyes, almost silver in color. She suspected it was his eyes that attracted most women to him, more than anything else.

He had a look on his face that reflected his somber mood, but that didn’t seem to deter Eve from her mission. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.

“So stud, you gonna jingle my bells or what?”

Not sure he heard what she said, Cris turned to look at her.

“What’s the matter, you afraid Mrs. Claus will find out?”

A cocky smirk broke across his mouth, crooked on one corner. “Are you saying you want to roast my chestnuts?”

She bit her lower lip, suppressing a giggle as she met his gaze. “Only if you promise to mistle my toe.”

His mind searched for some snarky retort as she placed her hand on his upper leg and began to draw small circles on his thigh. Eve leaned in again, so that only he could hear her speak.

“Have you ever been really naughty on Christmas?”

He didn’t respond but he didn’t need to. His body spoke volumes, as his cock grew instantly hard and heavy for her, straining against the denim of his jeans. He shut his eyes and sucked in a breath as she discreetly rubbed against it.

He wanted nothing more than to pull her into the shadows of the back room and push her forward, pull her skirt up around her waist, and take her hard and fast from behind. He growled low in his throat as she went to grab for his cock again.

Christ this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t happen. Not right here in the middle of a bar with these people around.

Cris politely removed her hand and told her to behave while he made his way to the bathroom to adjust himself and try to pull his shit together. Eve, however, didn’t listen and instead followed behind him.

When Cris stepped out of the restroom he barely had a moment to register she was there waiting when she pinned him against the wall, kissing him passionately and rubbing her body against his.

He made a quick and nervous glance to see if anybody noticed that Eve had followed him to the back, but nobody seemed to be paying attention so he pulled her into the bathroom.

“We can’t do this Eve. Not here. Not like this.”

“Why not?”

The more Cris resisted, the more excited Eve became. She could feel the wetness pool between her legs.

His mouth might have been saying no, but she seemed to know better. It was obvious he wanted her. The proof of that was pressing hard against his jeans, threatening to burst out on its own at any minute.

She ground up against him, her hands running over his chest, trying to get inside of his clothes. She couldn’t get close enough, it seemed.

Eve was warm and curvy and whispering his name and that worked for him, big time, so Cris didn’t really do much to resist her advances.

Finally Eve couldn’t stand it anymore, she had to have him. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers and had her luscious red lips around his cock before he could say no yet again.

His erection danced in front of her face. Cris closed his eyes and Eve gingerly guided his cock to her lips. She pulled it out of her mouth and slowly dragged her hand along its length.

Cris’s nervousness was gone and only hunger remained; a hunger and desire that he hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time. Cris watched the jarring of Eve’s head as she worked her way up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting himself be carried away by the sounds her full luscious lips were making while she sucked him off.

When Cris felt his balls start to tighten he knew he was close, so he pulled Eve up to her feet to stop her. He wasn’t ready to come, just yet. His dazed eyes focused on the beautiful face of the girl that stood before him. She stared back at him, neither of them exchanging a single word.

He turned his face to bury his mouth against her neck and when he did she gave off a small whimper. He licked the rim of her ear and then his smile came slow and sure. But before Eve could give that endearing smile of his much thought, he pressed her up against the wall, and leaned in to kiss her, possessive and deep.

She tried to speak but he cut her off with another kiss. He knew what she was trying to do. She wanted to regain control of the situation and Cris wasn’t about to let that happen.

Eve wasn’t used to giving up control sexually but this time it seemed she had no choice. Much to her surprise, she liked it. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let the image of what Cris was doing to her form in her mind. His tanned, naked body leaning into her, his large fully erect cock pressing against her thigh, his heated gaze staring down at her.

Cris felt his cock twitch at her ragged, indrawn breath as he inserted a finger inside of her. Eve’s gasps and squirming only heightened his pleasure. He slowly began moving his fingers in and out of her. He loved feeling Eve’s body react to what he was giving her.

Her walls clung to his fingers as he slowly moved them in and out of her. He found the rippled patch just above her entrance and hooked his finger into it, rubbing it gently. She gasped every time his fingertip dug in.

Cris felt her begin to tremble as a low moan of joy slipped out of her. He rubbed her clit faster and finally her body stiffened as waves of pleasure washed over her. She covered his fingers with her juices and fell into him, her legs trembling.

He grabbed Eve’s waist and spun her around, leaning her over the sink and letting her rest her weight on the counter. Eve could hear the faint crinkle of the condom wrapper in the background just before he slid his cock inside of her. She gasped as he plunged deeper.

“Christ this is good,” he breathed as he pulled out and then pushed back inside of her.

He thrust in and out of her with long, steady strokes. He knew she wanted him to go faster by her moans and the way she pushed her ass into him, trying to force his erection in deeper. But he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted just yet.

As she began to quiver, he put his hands on her hips for leverage and plunged deeper inside of her, moving harder and faster with each stroke.

“Yes!” she cried out.

Pumping in and out of her, he felt her inner muscles tighten around him. She arched her back, allowing his cock to penetrate her as deeply as he could. She began to push her ass back further, forcing him to thrust even deeper into her. Cris could barely contain himself, ramming his cock fully into her now. The rougher he got, the more she seemed to want.

Eve bit down on her lip as hard as she could, trying her best to stop herself from screaming as her pussy convulsed around his throbbing cock.

Cris felt her relax and come down from her peak as she held the sink tightly for support. He plunged deep inside her one more time, and with a low grunt he came as well. A flood of heat washed over Cris as his world shook before him. He pulled Eve up, and held her tight against his body as he gasped for air, pulling her completely off of the ground.

 He gently sat her back down as everything slowly came back into focus, apologizing for being so rough. She smiled back at him, not seeming to mind one single bit.

Eve adjusted her clothes and with a quick glance in the mirror, did the same to her hair and makeup before turning to Cris.

“I’m going to head out first. You can follow a few moments after, so it won’t be so obvious.”

“Yeah sure,” Cris replied. Still trying to take in all that had just happened.

Eve quietly exited the bathroom and then headed back towards the bar.

This was everything Cris swore he wouldn’t let himself feel again, yet now that he had done it, it didn’t seem too bad, because he knew it was right. He didn’t know what it was but there was something special about Eve. She had stirred feelings inside of him he thought were long since gone.

He didn’t know if they had a future together, but he wanted to at least get her number and call her sometime for a real date. But when he walked back out to the main part of the bar, she was gone. He looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

His eyes locked on the bartender and she gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry hon, but she left.”

Cris couldn’t believe it. He just had the hottest sex of his life with some amazing chick he just met and now she was gone. In all likelihood he’d never see her again.

It was late and he had to get up early the next morning to catch a flight to Vegas so he headed home, alone. Like he had done every night for the last five years. Only tonight it wasn’t the same. Tonight he couldn’t get that redheaded vixen off of his mind.

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https://plus.google.com/118319605598603040726 Matthew Smiles : Hey all! Relatively new to schema but have implemented NAP to all the sites I work on, but I'd like...
Hey all!

Relatively new to schema but have implemented NAP to all the sites I work on, but I'd like to do more!
I'll start with 2 plumbing sites, how would I go about marking up the services they offer?
I've had a quick look through SERPs for answers on this but it's all articles on simple markup.

Cheers,
Matt.
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Basketball star Marco Belinelli visits Automobili Lamborghini's Sant'Agata Bolognese headquarters
Basketball star Marco Belinelli, the first Italian to win an NBA championship, visited Automobili Lamborghini's Sant'Agata Bolognese headquarters this week. Belinelli, who won the 2013-2014 championship with the San Antonio Spurs, is also the first Italian to win the NBA Three-point Shootout during the league's 2014 All-Star Weekend.

Accompanied by Automobili Lamborghini's Industrial Manager Ranieri Niccoli, Belinelli enjoyed a close up view of both the Coupé and Roadster versions of the Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4 as well as the new Huracán LP 610-4, which has been a huge success with customers all over the world since it first made its debut a few months ago.

He also visited the Museum and its collection of classic Lamborghinis and the manufacturing plant where the most desirable sports cars in the world have been assembled since 1963.

Marco Belinelli ended his visit with a test drive of the Aventador LP 700-4 Roadster together with Mario Fasanetto, test driver and test technician at the House of the Raging Bull.

"This has been a truly unique experience for me, a childhood dream come true. When I was little I used to watch the Lamborghini Diablo fly past at my home nearby. Getting into the Aventador today was so exciting, I just hope I'll have another chance to do it again soon," said Belinelli.

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Basketball star Marco Belinelli visits Automobili Lamborghini's Sant'Agata Bolognese headquarters
Basketball star Marco Belinelli, the first Italian to win an NBA championship, visited Automobili Lamborghini's Sant'Agata Bolognese headquarters this week. Belinelli, who won the 2013-2014 championship with the San Antonio Spurs, is also the first Italian to win the NBA Three-point Shootout during the league's 2014 All-Star Weekend.

Accompanied by Automobili Lamborghini's Industrial Manager Ranieri Niccoli, Belinelli enjoyed a close up view of both the Coupé and Roadster versions of the Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4 as well as the new Huracán LP 610-4, which has been a huge success with customers all over the world since it first made its debut a few months ago.

He also visited the Museum and its collection of classic Lamborghinis and the manufacturing plant where the most desirable sports cars in the world have been assembled since 1963.

Marco Belinelli ended his visit with a test drive of the Aventador LP 700-4 Roadster together with Mario Fasanetto, test driver and test technician at the House of the Raging Bull.

"This has been a truly unique experience for me, a childhood dream come true. When I was little I used to watch the Lamborghini Diablo fly past at my home nearby. Getting into the Aventador today was so exciting, I just hope I'll have another chance to do it again soon," said Belinelli.

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Alright sir
Sure I'll have another one itäs early
Three olives, shake it up, I like it dirty (dirty)
Tequila for my friend it makes her flirty (flirty)
Trust me
I'm the instigator of underwear
Showing up here and there uh oh (oh no)
I'm always on a mission from the get go
So what if it's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon
It's never too soon to send out all the invitations to the last night (of your life)

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Basketball star Marco Belinelli visits Automobili Lamborghini's Sant'Agata Bolognese headquarters
Basketball star Marco Belinelli, the first Italian to win an NBA championship, visited Automobili Lamborghini's Sant'Agata Bolognese headquarters this week. Belinelli, who won the 2013-2014 championship with the San Antonio Spurs, is also the first Italian to win the NBA Three-point Shootout during the league's 2014 All-Star Weekend.

Accompanied by Automobili Lamborghini's Industrial Manager Ranieri Niccoli, Belinelli enjoyed a close up view of both the Coupé and Roadster versions of the Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4 as well as the new Huracán LP 610-4, which has been a huge success with customers all over the world since it first made its debut a few months ago.

He also visited the Museum and its collection of classic Lamborghinis and the manufacturing plant where the most desirable sports cars in the world have been assembled since 1963.

Marco Belinelli ended his visit with a test drive of the Aventador LP 700-4 Roadster together with Mario Fasanetto, test driver and test technician at the House of the Raging Bull.

"This has been a truly unique experience for me, a childhood dream come true. When I was little I used to watch the Lamborghini Diablo fly past at my home nearby. Getting into the Aventador today was so exciting, I just hope I'll have another chance to do it again soon," said Belinelli.

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Basketball star Marco Belinelli visits Automobili Lamborghini's Sant'Agata Bolognese headquarters
Basketball star Marco Belinelli, the first Italian to win an NBA championship, visited Automobili Lamborghini's Sant'Agata Bolognese headquarters this week. Belinelli, who won the 2013-2014 championship with the San Antonio Spurs, is also the first Italian to win the NBA Three-point Shootout during the league's 2014 All-Star Weekend.

Accompanied by Automobili Lamborghini's Industrial Manager Ranieri Niccoli, Belinelli enjoyed a close up view of both the Coupé and Roadster versions of the Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4 as well as the new Huracán LP 610-4, which has been a huge success with customers all over the world since it first made its debut a few months ago.

He also visited the Museum and its collection of classic Lamborghinis and the manufacturing plant where the most desirable sports cars in the world have been assembled since 1963.

Marco Belinelli ended his visit with a test drive of the Aventador LP 700-4 Roadster together with Mario Fasanetto, test driver and test technician at the House of the Raging Bull.

"This has been a truly unique experience for me, a childhood dream come true. When I was little I used to watch the Lamborghini Diablo fly past at my home nearby. Getting into the Aventador today was so exciting, I just hope I'll have another chance to do it again soon," said Belinelli.

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