Page 51 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“Why did you call me Lea?” Cara asked.

“You’re mistaken,” Frankie murmured. Then, he gave another nod to Gian. “Later, boss.”

He was gone before Cara could question him again, but Gian wasn’t.

“Come on, let’s go,” Gian said, turning them both and directing them toward the front of the club. “My place is closer, if that’s okay.”

“Whatever,” Cara replied. “Why did he call me Lea?”

“I don’t know.”

Gian was lying.

Cara could hear it in his voice.

“Gian.”

“Some people in my circles knew Lea from being around, so maybe—”

“No, he sounded like he was in pain when he said it,” Cara argued. “That’s not a passing friend, Gian.”

“Just drop it, bella. It’s not important.”

She didn’t think so.

“Why are you lying?”

“I’m not,” Gian said.

“I think you—”

Cara suddenly found herself yanked down a hallway behind Gian, and pulled into what looked to be a storage room of some sort. She didn’t even have time to ask him what in the hell he was doing, before his lips were on hers again, taking away her words, thoughts, and breath.

“I didn’t tell you how much I liked this dress, did I?” Gian asked.

Cara’s head fell back against the closed door. “No.”

“I do, I like it a lot.”

“Who was that guy, Gian?”

“Nobody important.”

“Gian.”

He either wasn’t listening, or he wasn’t hearing Cara. As his hands slid up under the short skirt of her dress, and he lowered to his knees, Cara couldn’t decide if she really gave a shit in that moment.

“Yes, I really like it. And the length is perfect, because it takes nothing to get it up,” Gian muttered.

Hot.

Sinful.

Teasing.

That damn mouth of his was all of those things. And it was the only thing Cara focused on, as Gian dragged her panties down her thighs and his mouth was on her pussy. He had a wicked tongue with more talent than most men had in their entire bodies. He sucked on her clit, his tongue drove fast into the little nub right after, and she couldn’t see straight.

“Holy shit,” Cara gasped.