Page 114 of Pink

Back slick with sweat.

Nearly there.

Buuuuzzzzz.

Lev’s pace came to a halt all at once as the loud, annoying buzzing continued to resound throughout the room. Gigi’s breathless laughter had her pussy contracting around his dick in the best and worst way, pulling a thick sound from his throat that even he didn’t recognize.

Except he did know that ache in his balls.

That pain.

Fucking blue balls.

“Food’s here,” she told him. “And if we don’t answer the door, they’re going to keep hitting the ringer.”

“Your security—”

“Probably waiting right there with room service. We have to go out and answer the door.”

“For real?”

His voice came out toohigh. Unnaturally so. It only made Gigi laugh again.

“Stop that,” he growled, his hands flexing hard against her ass. She just grinned into the cushion. “You’re being serious, aren’t you? I was just about to—”

“Come,” she said in a pleased sigh. “I know.”

Goddammit.

Buuuuzzzzz.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzzzzzzz.

The more buzzing he heard, the worse his balls ached until he was swallowing a fucking whimper. Like a damn boy. It didn’t help that Gigi’s giggling had his dick jerking inside of her which only made the pain flare all over again.

Buzz.

“They’re gonna wake Arely—”

That was all Lev needed to hear. He pulled out from Gigi faster than he thought possible. Her smile was a little more sympathetic as he searched for something decent to wear, wincing with every step. Which just ended up being his slacks from the day before, left unbuttoned, and nothing else because he didn’t have time to grab the button-down he’d left in the bathroom with the buzzing seemingly getting louder.

It really wasn’t.

That was just his crazy mind.

Gigi had managed to pull on a silk robe that she tied tight at the waist as he headed out of the bedroom and back into the main rooms. Passing through the sitting room for the door at the other side, Lev didn’t even bother to check the peephole before yanking open the door with a scowl he leveled on—

A woman with a suitcase.

Oh, the security that followed Gigi stood behind the woman, of course. But he was less concerned with them and more concerned with the woman who looked familiar enough for him to know she had to be Gigi’s—

“Mom,” Gigi said, coming to stand next to Lev in the doorway. “We were expecting—”

The green-eyed, blonde-haired woman smiled slightly. Her stare drifted over Lev’s naked torso and straight down to where he hadn’t bothered to do up his pants. Another time—another woman—and he might have asked if she liked what she saw.

Not this time.

“Someone to dress you?” Gigi’s mother asked.