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We find our way to the room without any assistance or a map. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, spinning my wedding ring as I wait for Gianna to re-emerge from the dressing room.

All the air is sucked from my lungs the second she steps back into the room.

She slides her arm up the door frame, resting her hip, which shows off her curves that are to fuckin’ die for. Black lace bra with red stitching, the same shade as her lipstick, and crotchless panties to match, surrounded by her beautiful ink. Gianna Sterling is to die for. Literally.

I flop back on the mattress and clutch at my chest. “So hot my heart exploded.”

She laughs, and my body electrifies as she steps closer. Her dainty hands run along my bare thighs, all the way up to my boxers. “I don’t want your heart to explode, just your dick, Colt.”

I bite down hard on my lip. It’s going to be hard to give up control, even for a few hours. But for her? I’ll do near enough about anything.

She clambers on top of me, straddling either side of me and sets her ass down on my cock.

I lift my hands to grab her hips, and she slaps them away, tutting.

“The power shifted the second I walked back out,” she reminds me.

I swallow. “So it did.”

She grabs each of my wrists and leans over me, placing them above my head. Her tits are hovering in my face, a breath away.

“Does that mean I get to be a little brat like you? Hmm?” I tease.

Realistically, I’m trying to distract myself from flipping her over and eating her out. I gave her my word. And I’ll stick to it, even if it kills me.

“If you are, then I’ll enjoy punishing you, cowboy.”

She slides herself back down, centering my face between her breasts. I can’t help sticking out my tongue and running it along her smooth skin.

She pushes herself upright with a menacing grin. The tip of her nail glides down my chest, and she watches intently.

We gave the girls downstairs our preference for someone to join us. The rules of this place are that they’ll find someone willing to agree to the rules we set out; they will be given a key to our room and can enter at any time during the evening.

Until then, Gianna has me however she wants me.

“All this work you do on the ranch really works wonders on your physique,” she muses as she traces the outline of my six-pack.

“I work out. You’ve sat and watched me do it while eating a bag of chips.”

She shrugs, sliding down one bra strap. “It was entertaining.”

Something catches her attention across the room, her eyes twinkling. And then she’s shuffling off me and racing to the side table. She returns with a bottle of champagne in one hand, and she’s back on top of me.

“Would you care for a drink, sir?” she purrs.

I nod. “Oh, absolutely.”

“Remember when you said you’d only accept a drink from me if I spit it in your mouth?”

A smile twitches at my lips. “Oh, I remember, baby.”

“Open up, cowboy, I’ll let you have a taste if you promise to be a good boy tonight.”

“I’ll be so good for you, baby. So good.”

She tips her head back and gulps the bubbles down, and when it leaves her lips, it spills onto my chest.

I do as she says, opening my mouth wide, and she bends down, hovering above me.