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Her words were punctuated by the roll of her eyes that didn’t even bother to glance in the direction of the window he had rolled down. Lev’s laughter chased them both into the backseat of the SUV where warm, black leather seats waited for them. He might have admired the vehicle and the fancy interior with emblems embroidered into each headrest once the door was shut, and they pulled away from the street.

But he didn’t.

Gigi made sure of that.

Her whispered I want you was all he heard before she crossed the space between them in the backseat. Her hands and face dipped low, locked in on her target of his pants and getting them undone as quickly as fucking possible.

Lev’s harsh shit cut through the air as his gaze snapped to the front seats. Her deft fingers had already worked the button of his slacks open and got his zipper pulled down. Relief swelled through his chest at the sight of a divider separating the front of the vehicle from the rear, and the fact it was closed.

The feeling was short-lived.

Not that he was complaining when it was instead replaced by Gigi’s hand finding his rock-hard cock. As fast as her palm was around his length, stroking him from base to tip with a grip tight enough to take his breath away, her mouth was on him, too.

“Holy fuck,” he grunted out, hips jerking upward.

She took him all in, though.

Every fucking inch but for the bit of his cock at the base where her hand stayed firm to squeeze and stroke him in the best way. There was no way he could keep quiet—no way he really wanted to, either. It was then that music started to filter through the speakers of the car, drowning out the low moan of Gigi’s name that fell from his lips.

From his lap, she watched him, her eyes wide, expansive, and pleased. She looked so fucking sweet like that; happy to be sucking his cock in the backseat of an Escalade like she didn’t have anything better to do with her time, nor did she want to.

“Fucking hell, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up, Gigi.”

She sucked him harder.

Her tongue teased his tip.

Lev slammed his head back in the seat, gritting his teeth while he fisted a handful of her hair and pulled the strands back to keep it from falling into her face. The dusty pink lipstick on her mouth smeared to his dick and at the edge of her mouth. Already, he was ruining the makeup she had clearly taken time to apply to look her best.

And he liked that.

Too much.

There was something primal about taking her beauty and making it raw. He wanted to see her like that. Needed to watch her swallow his dick, and then the rest of him, too.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “God, why are you so fucking perfect?”

Where had she been all his life? Why had he let her go all those years ago without even a goodbye?

Gigi had him coming in two blocks. It was probably a record for him, and he might have been ashamed that she made him blow his load so fast … except he wasn’t. It was her, after all.

She swallowed every drop that she drew from his balls. And then let him lick her lips when he asked for a kiss, too. She tasted like him and liquor.

Sin and sex.

• • •

Getting inside the hotel where Gigi was staying was not as easy as just walking through the front entrance, apparently. Security had to be called first, and then the decision was made for them to enter the building through a side exit door that could only be opened from the inside. It all happened rather quickly and not one of the security guards even blinked at the sight of Lev exiting the SUV with Gigi, nor did they ask any questions.

“The floor is quiet, and your room has been prepped for the evening, Miss Gigi,” was all they were told as they were directed to a private elevator for the penthouse suite. “Don’t hesitate to call down if you need anything else. Enjoy your night.”

The trip in the elevator didn’t last long, but Lev made the most of it all the same. From the moment he had Gigi entirely alone, he was on her. He didn’t plan on wasting a single second of their time together. And he wanted her to know, every minute of it, that she belonged to him when they were like this.

The possessive thoughts banged around in his head when he backed her against the elevator wall and drove that leather skirt she wore high over her hips, and his hand disappeared between her thighs while his other held her by her throat to keep her firmly against the wall. There, he could tell her all the dirty fucking things he planned to do to here. Like that, he could watch how she struggled to maintain control and finally let it all go for him.

God.

It was a beautiful sight.