Page 32 of The One-Night Heist

Giano’s subby little expression morphed into pure brat smirk. “Yes, Mr. Quincy.”

Is it too early to spank his ass?

GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, ROWEN!!!

Spinning on my heel, I stalked into the en suite to do exactly that. It took a solid ten minutes of just letting the gloriously hot water run over my body before I was calm enough to remove the shower head and prep. Then I took my sweet time drying off because, damn, the towels were nice, before wrapping myself in a thick robe embroidered with the Luxford Hotel logo and sauntering out of the bathroom again.

Time to enjoy my expensive dessert.

Because that’s all Giancarlo was—a tasty, guilty pleasure that I was determined to savor until this job was over, if only to scratch my ever-present itch to fuck the rich.

In this case, literally.

When I discovered my obedient little billionaire lying on the bed with his hands clenched on the duvet, as naked as the day he was born, I almost considered spending some time licking every inch of him, just to see what else I could convince him to do for me. I’d already noticed he was bigger than me—not only in height but build—but seeing him without his perfectly tailored suits drove home just how fit he was.

Giano had exactly the amount of muscle I liked. His arms were toned but not bulging, his pecs defined enough for me to grab onto if necessary, and while he didn’t possess an unnecessary eight-pack, his abs were visible enough to give me something firm for my dick to rub against as I rode him into the mattress.

Speaking of which…

Then my gaze fell on his dick—an absolute monster in length and girth that was blatantly bigger than mine—and my resolve to ruin him for anyone who came after me roared back to the surface, full force.

Better make this one-night hookup count.

“Look who’s being so good for me…” I purred, dropping my robe and crawling onto the bed. “You didn’t touch yourself while I was gone, did you?”

When he frantically shook his head, I snickered, pointedly dropping my gaze again. His dick looked so angry, I couldn’t resist leaning down and dragging my tongue up his full—Jesus, where did it end?—length, relishing both the taste and the cute little whimper I got out of him.

“So you’ve been this hard and needy the whole time I was prepping myself for you?” I continued to tease, tracing his veins and vee, just like he’d done to me.

Whimper for me again.

“Please, Rowen,” he begged, which was even better. “I need to be inside you…”

This could get addicting.

I sat back on my heels, deciding to cut him a break. “All right, since you’ve been such a good boy… Lemme just grab a condom and some lube. I always carry both.”

A hint of a scowl appeared on his face. “You’ll find both in the bedside table.”

Oh, yeah?

Now it was my turn to glare, which was ridiculous for so many reasons, including that I already knew damn well I wasn’t the first piece of ass he’d brought to his secret gay sex hideout.

But I’m sure as shit gonna be the best.

“Sure, Luxford, we can use your stash if you want.” I huffed as I reached over him, making sure my half-hard dick dragged along his as I did so. “I’ve never used a gold-plated condom before.”

He snorted, breaking whatever weird tension had just happened between us. “It’s actually the lube that’s gold.”

I swear to God, if he’s serious…

Unfortunately, he was. To my extreme irritation, I pulled out a bottle of something called Ultimate Gold Luxury Lube, and that feeling only grew after I spread it over both of us and realized, once again, that the rich and all their stupidly expensive things existed solely to taunt me with what I’d never have.

“Hang on tight, Moneybags,” I growled, climbing aboard and lining myself up with his monster cock, thankful for the size of my toys at home. “I’m going to fuck you exactly the way you deserve.”

“Please!” he gasped as I began working my way down his thick shaft. “Please, Rowen⁠—”

“Uh-uh,” I scolded when he tried gripping my waist, slapping his hands onto the mattress above his head and holding them there. “That’s ‘Mr. Quincy’ in the bedroom, because I’m the one in charge.”