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“I like my version better.”

She climbs on top of me as if she might retaliate, but I reposition her over my erection only to enjoy her reaction. Her mouth drops open in a silent moan. She’s ready for more. Good thing I’m not done with her.

My God, I may never be.

Sophia’s devilish expression returns, and I know I’m in trouble.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Boss,” Matt calls from the other side of the door.

Sophia and I freeze.

Matt clears his throat. “Sorry, to, er, ah, interrupt the love fest. I’m so happy for you, man, but we’re running late. Like, really late. Casey threatened to remove my manhood if I don’t get you to the event. I think she’ll really do it or employ Amelia to. They scare me, bro.”

I blow out a resigned breath. “Be out in a sec,” I say and drop my head onto the mattress. My muscles slump.

Sophia buries her face into my chest and groans. I brace the back of her neck and rub her shoulders.

“This was bad planning on my part,” I whisper.

“It’s fine.” She offers me a flat smile before she peels away and throws herself onto the mattress, her body limp.

I stand and readjust my shorts, then gather a few things before returning to her. With a warm towel, I take my time to wipe her thighs until they are dry, then I slide a pair of clean panties up her legs and secure them on her hips. She watches on in silence as I kiss her belly button and then her lips. I want to make it clear that I share her disappointment.

“Later,” I say, and she nods, looking at me in wonder.

Sophia sits up when I slip into the bathroom. She watches with a disappointed frown as I wash my face and hands. Once done, I rake a hand through my disheveled hair and then change clothes, trying to appear pulled together. It occurs to me that it doesn’t matter what I do.

Sophia has ruined me in the best way, inside and out.

I emerge into our room with an idea. I grab a tiny gift bag and set it on her stomach. “How about one more gift before I go?”

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sophia

Death by Nipple Point

Beneath the gift-bag tissue paper, I find something lacy. I pull it out and hold it up for inspection. Silky pink bows hang on the hips of a beautiful pair of Brazilian-cut panties.

I reach back into the bag for an object my hand skimmed. As soon as I have it in my grasp, though, it buzzes to life, and the shock causes me to drop it on the mattress. I watch in confusion as a thin, pink, palm-sized silicone dome jumps around.

My gaze darts to Gio’s. He’s grinning at the controls, an app on his phone.

“Insert the vibrator into the interior front pocket of the panties. Wear them today.” He nears and brushes his nose to mine. “I’m going to make you miss me.”

He kisses me in such a sensual way, my eyes sink shut. Being this close to him is so intoxicating, I can’t think straight.

I reach for the waistline of his shorts, but he grabs my hand before I get too far.

“If we do that, I’m never leaving this room,” he warns.

He kisses me again. This time it’s soft, slow, and romantic, leaving me breathless all over again.

“Wear the panties, kitten. Play with me today.” He traces the line of my collarbone, which is doing new things to me.

“But I’m meeting Amelia. In public,” I say as he steps away.