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Falynn
PLAYLIST: ? KISS IT BETTER - RIHANNA ?
“Why does chocolate mousse taste sooogood?” I spoon-feed myself another mouthful. The creamy texture passes over my taste buds in a burst of chocolaty goodness. I moan along in delight, forgetting I’m not alone. When I open my eyes, my spoon still upside down on my tongue, I remember the second I look across the candlelit table.
Gio smirks as he watches me. He sips from his wine, a much more dignified eater than I am.
I’m definitely the bigger foodie around these parts.
I lick my spoon some more and fold my legs under me in my seat. I’m in nothing but a bathrobe with my damp curls gathered on top of my head and skin fresh and bare from our hot, steamy shower.
We’re on the penthouse balcony overlooking the night’s twinkling cityscape. It’ll be just the two of us for the rest of the night—Gio told his men to give us uninterrupted one-on-one time. Once our dinner and dessert were served, they left us to our own devices.
To say we need this is an understatement.
After everything that’s happened as of late, we’ve spent more time apart than together. But we’ve found our way back to each other, and even though the future’s still uncertain, I can’t help the giddy feeling bubbling in my chest.
It feels so good to be reunited with Gio. I never would’ve guessed what they say is true—absence does make the heart grow fonder.
“Do you ever get full?” he asks when I steal his mousse next. There’s a hint of amusement in his cool, deep voice. He pries the spoon and fancy dessert bowl from my hands and then pulls me up to my feet. He brings me in close, his heavy-lidded gaze studying my face. “Your appetite’s almost as big as the one I have for you.”
My laugh’s playful as I nestle deeper into his embrace. “Gio, are you saying watching me eat turns you on? That’s thelastkink I’d expect from you.”
He nips at my neck and squeezes my sides, forcing another laugh out of me. “I’ll eat you and then fuck the shit out of you for talking so much smack.”
“You love when I do.”
“I love shutting you up with my cock.” He grabs my face and teases a kiss. “You know the deal’s off, right?”
“Mmm. Does this mean there’ll be a renegotiation with new terms?”
He raises a skeptical brow. “New terms? Like what?”
I can’t help the little smile tugging on my lips. “More fresh air, for starters. The penthouse is fancy and Louis is cool and everything, but I’d like to not be cooped up inside with him sixteen hours a day. The other eight being sleep.”
A laugh rumbles out of him and he smashes his lips to mine again in a hard, quick kiss. “See,” he says, stepping back with a spank to my ass, “this is the kind of smart mouth that gets you into trouble. You drop that robe and get on all fours on the bed and we’ll get started with this renegotiation.”
For a second, I’m undecided on whether I should listen to the growing pulse between my thighs or the nagging voice in my head. For once, I choose the latter.
I lose my playful air as I turn to the balcony railing and admire the warm, breezy night. The penthouse in the Vittoria offers one of Vegas’s most panoramic views—a colorful, glittering grid of lights that I can stare at for hours if I’m not careful.
The Strip itself possesses a chaotic and thrilling energy that can be felt even from all the way up here.
It wasn’t long ago I was one of the people many stories below. A small dot on a major street rushing off to my next destination. For me, this time of night, that usually meant a shift at the Dollhouse.
But so much has happened over the last two months. I can’t return to the Falynn I once was. I’m changed, different now.
The future’s uncharted, and I don’t know what that means for Gio and me.
He senses my uncertainty because he comes over and drapes his arms over me from behind. We stand still and silent and stare out at the magnificent view, the night’s breeze combing through our hair.
“I need to know, Gio,” I say finally. “What’s next?”
The question hangs in the air before he eases me around in his arms. His hand settles on the side of my neck, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw.
“I already told you the deal is off,” he says, his voice lower and huskier than usual. “I won’t let you go.”
Gio kisses me, his tongue stroking between my lips. The instant his lips touch mine, I’m drawn into him and the hot, passionate energy he exudes. Worries fade and anxiety evaporates into nothing as I rise on tiptoe and surrender myself to him.
