Page 239 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“Gian.”

“Hmm?” His fingers slowed on her clit as she hummed her way through an orgasm that seemed to go on and on for ages. He explored lower, finding her wet and hot at her slit, just like he expected and wanted her to be. “Talk to me, Cara.”

“You said it all pretty well without me needing to.”

“I do try,” he murmured. “And I know you miss when I choke you, when it hurts so good, or when I use you harder; I know you want me to fuck you crazy, and I will. But never like this, not when you’re like this, sweetheart.”

Not when she was fragile.

Not when she was growing something oh, so precious.

Not when he could worship her for being everything.

He just couldn’t do it. He wanted to love her differently, then. Not that it was a better way, but he liked it just the same.

Cara’s gaze darted to catch his in the mirror, and love stared back. “This is good, too.”

Gian tipped Cara’s head back far enough that he could catch her mouth in another burning, long kiss. Her tongue tangled with his, while his fingers weaved into her hair to hold her in place for as long as he wanted. He couldn’t quite get enough—not of her softness, sweetness, her taste and smell, or all the rest that made up her wonderfulness.

It was never enough.

“Show me how good, then,” he urged. “Show me how good you are, how good you look with me, Cara. Show me you see, too.”

Cara was bent over before Gian could get another word out of his mouth. Her pretty ass was high in the air, while she used the sides of the mirror for support to keep her steady. Gian used those few moments he had to admire the woman begging for his hands to touch her, for his cock to fuck her, and how absolutely perfect she looked bent over, ready, and so damn willing. He dropped his towel and filled her full of his cock while her gaze stayed locked on him in the mirror.

He felt every fucking inch of her take him in, squeeze tight around him, and promise something wicked and heavenly was on the way. Still, he kept his gaze locked on hers. With each hard thrust that she met, and every long pull that came a little faster than the last, he watched her.

She had to see what he did, even if he spent the rest of his life making it happen.

Gian would do it.

Happily.

Gian rubbed his forehead to ease the tension settling there, and went back to looking over the emails in his inbox. What he needed to do was get some sleep, but as he was already behind on work, he couldn’t afford to take the extra rest.

It never ended.

Life was always getting in the way.

“Gian?”

The cell phone on his desk rang at the same time Elena’s voice filtered in from the doorway of the office. Gian answered the phone, and held up a finger to ask for a moment from Elena.

“Ciao, bonjour,” Gian greeted, not even checking the caller ID.

“It’s time.”

It took Gian far too many seconds and a few more blinks of his eyes to realize who was speaking on the other end of the call, and what exactly they were trying to tell him.

Cara.

And her words could only mean one wonderful thing.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

Cara blew out a hard breath that crackled the speakers. “Oh, yes. Definitely sure, Gian. These contractions are nothing like those fake ones I was having. It fucking hurts.”

Gian winced, and kept the panic he was suddenly feeling out of his tone. For one, because he knew Cara didn’t need the extra worry, and for two, because Elena was just a few feet away, listening to one side of the conversation.