Page 30 of The One-Night Heist

“Yes,” I choked out as he reached for my collar, deftly removing my tie this time and tossing it aside. “It’s where I can be exactly who I am.”

Rowen roughly shoved my suit jacket off my shoulders, smirking when it hit the floor before unbuttoning my shirt—all the while backing me toward the bedroom. “Mmm… I still don’t think you’re showing me who you really are, Moneybags.”

“I want to,” I breathlessly replied as the back of my knees hit the mattress. “Please…”

The “please” was an accident, but it caused Rowen to freeze with his hands on my shoulders, no doubt preparing to push me into the bed.

“Okay then.” He stepped back and rolled up his sleeves before unbuckling his belt and pointing downward. “Show me—on your knees.”

Ten

Rowen

It took everything in me to not outwardly react—to not pin Giancarlo to the fancy penthouse bedroom floor when he dropped to his knees at my command.

Such a good little billionaire.

Having one of the richest men in the city willingly submit was doing things for me. I’d assumed Giano’s pride—his upstanding place in society—would mean he demanded control in the bedroom, but it looked like he wanted me to lead the action.

With pleasure…

This worked out, since I didn’t think my pride would have allowed me to kneel for him, even if we both knew I’d be the one riding his dick later.

Since he doesn’t seem to know jack about bottoming.

Or about much of anything…

“Oh, Moneybaaaags…” I sang as I sloooowly unzipped my pants, chuckling at how his eyes tracked the movement. “You haven’t asked about my status yet.”

His concerned gaze snapped to mine. “S-status? Do you mean you’re… with someone?”

Cute.

“Nope,” I popped the p for emphasis, because I didn’t do relationships. “I meant asking about my STI status and dates of my last tests.” When he stared blankly at me, I continued—educationally, “I had a full slate done about a week ago and everything came back negative. I’m also on PrEP and had my routine testing for that done at the same time.”

“That’s… good,” he murmured before returning his undivided attention to my crotch. “Good to know…”

Sigh.

“Giano.” I gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at me. “I know you normally get your rocks off through your fancy sex club where everyone’s tested daily and sent home with a chaser of DoxyPEP, but when you’re out here in the dating swamp, you need to ask and be safe.”

I hadn’t realized how heated I was getting until I noticed the smug little grin spreading across Giano’s face, but I couldn’t help it. The idea of him ending up with the wrong partner…

With any partner.

“Perhaps I should simply limit my activities to my fancy sex club.” He placed his hands on my hips for leverage and leaned forward, rubbing his mouth over my throbbing dick through my briefs while maintaining eye contact. “Or just you.”

Just me.

The unprecedented wave of possessiveness that washed over me was so alarming, I gripped him by the hair and yanked his head back to create some breathing room.

“Behave,” I growled.

The warning was for both of us, because the absolute last thing I needed was to give a shit who this man slept with.

Just like he’d better not think he’s going to dictate what I do.

Weirdly bunched up over hypotheticals, I wrestled myself free one-handed before rubbing my leaking crown over his lips. “You want to choke on my dick that badly, huh?” I taunted, determined to get us back on track. “Been in this position a lot?”