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Gigi’s life came with strings. So did his.

“Are you staying, then?” she asked softly. “I’ll call down and let them know.”

Lev knew it wasn’t the best idea. There were a million reasons why he should say no. He also wanted to stay more than anything. “Yeah, let them know we’re staying, babe.”

That gained him another one of her brilliant smiles. And a searing kiss. Surely that was worth another round with the tabloids.

Wasn’t it?

• • •

It was far too easy for Lev to forget about the outside world when he was watching Gigi work his dick. With her knees pressed into the plush cushion of the chaise, she threw her body back into his cock, riding him reverse-style and giving him the best view while she was at it.

“You like that?” she breathed, her words colored with her pleasure as her pace became painfully slow. God. “You like that ass, baby?”

“Keep fucking teasing me, and you’re going to see what I like, sweetheart.”

Hell, her ass was already red from his palms. And the way he’d slapped the round cheeks earlier when he had her bent over the bed with her panties stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet when she couldn’t do it on her own.

“Yes, please.”

Lev groaned out his agreement through clenched teeth, determined to hold back his release for as long as he fucking could despite the fact they’d spent the better part of the early morning hours wrapped up in one another. It didn’t matter.

It wasn’t enough.

Every time they fucked, he just wanted more. He wanted to drag her right back into the bed the second they were finished. If he could keep her naked and wrapped in sheets, then he fucking would but alas … life was always waiting to catch up.

Like now.

Room service would be there anytime. She had called down for it almost an hour before. Arely would have to be woken up soon, too. Then, they had to worry.

But right then?

Fuck life.

He had two handfuls of Gigi’s ass while she backed her soaked pussy into his dick, and he got to watch every second of it. The way she tossed her head back, blonde and pink hair flipping over her shoulders. How a tremor worked its way over her shoulders the slower she fucked him because she too was trying to hold back.

To make this last longer.

Peeking over her shoulder at him, Gigi’s teeth dragged over her lower lip before she whispered, “Make me come.”

Yes.

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Lev didn’t need to be told again, his hands flying to Gigi’s waist to keep a better hold on her as he lifted from the chaise. His cock didn’t even leave her cunt when he pushed her down to the cushion, her head hanging off the end while she grappled for the edge. She was barely hanging on when his fingers dug into her ass again, spreading her wide as he nailed into her.

The slap of his hips snapping against her pinked backside was music to his ears. Just like her low, keening moans with every thrust she took from him.

And Christ … “You take me so fucking well, Gigi. Your cunt loves this cock, doesn’t it, babe? Fuck yeah, look at you.”

“I can’t … I can’t …”

He wasn’t sure what she was trying to say, but the spasm that rocked her spine came in time with the clench of her pussy around his dick. The orgasm came on with no warning, and while he might usually slow down a bit to enjoy the feeling of her milking him through it, he just picked up the pace. Pounding into her through broken cries of his name that sent him spiraling closer and closer to his own edge.

He was almost there.

Balls tight.