Page 82 of Alessio

Alessio enjoyed every fucking second. There was nothing better than watching someone get off unless you were the one making them do it. And even that … well, he didn’t mind this.

For now.

He’d get the rest later.

Her next words came out breathless, and high. “Fuck me. Please, oh my, God … please, fuck me.”

Alessio might have gotten his own cock in his hands just to get his own while he watched them get theirs, but she reached for him across the bed. Her fingers tangled with his to hold tight as Corrado left her long enough to grab what he needed from the bedside table. Alessio slipped across the bed, his mouth finding Ginevra’s in just enough time to swallow her hard moan when Corrado filled her from behind.

And God …

That did sinful things to him.

Wicked things.

He inched closer, but only because her soft hands pulled at him to do it. He tweaked her hardened nipples and tasted the salt on her skin as she whispered for more.

Corrado’s hand slid through Alessio’s hair, threading tight, while Ginevra’s drifted lower to slip under his boxer-briefs.

Sex was always just sex to Alessio. He liked it, and so he did it. He needed that connection with Corrado, and he found it. Anyone else, though, and it was just a need he fulfilled.

Now, though, he couldn’t get enough. This—them with her—would quickly become an addiction for him. A habit he couldn’t kick.

Alessio didn’t mind.

“We’re taking you out. A date.”

Those words of Corrado’s, ones he’d spoke in her ear after she was drifting in and out of sleep between the two men in bed while her body hummed from one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced in her life, rang through her mind as she surveyed the items on the bed.

The silver boxes rested open on the bed as she eyed each item set out in front of her.

Black, patent leather, peep-toe stilettos with red soles rested in one box, and a black dress with a designer tag that made her blink rested in another. The layered necklace, glittering with red gems—were those real?—would hang low in the deep neckline of the dress.

And the matching earrings were just as beautiful.

Not to mention expensive.

“Miss?”

Ginevra glanced over her shoulder at the woman standing just behind her, full of styling tools, makeup, and whatever else the woman needed to pamper her. Because to Corrado and Alessio, a date could not be just a date.

It had to be a whole experience.

One Ginevra needed.

Or that’s what they explained.

This was a lot.

Then again, so were those men.

“Would you like to begin?” the woman asked.

“Where do we even start?”

Cassidy—that was the woman’s name—grinned. “Well, wherever you like? They told me this day was your day. So, it’s all up to you.”

Right.