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“So bad,” he whispers, nipping at my ear. I shudder again. “So fucking bad I almost threw you over the table the second I saw you and fucked the shit out of you.”

The imagery his words evoke only makes me grind my ass against him. It’s too tempting to resist as my pussy pulses in desperate need of more contact. More Gio.

His hand stills on my flat stomach, and he holds me in place, my ass on the large bulge in his pants. “Are you ready for dessert, baby? I have something very…specialplanned.”

The nervous butterflies in my stomach tremor. I swallow, breathing deep. “Yes. Show me. I’m ready.”

We return to the penthouse for dessert. Once alone inside, Gio issues his first order. He commands me to take off my dress. I don’t hesitate or ask any further questions. I fumble with the zipper on the side and let the expensive designer dress crumple to the floor. I leave my heels on, stepping out of the heap of fabric pooled at my ankles.

Since I skipped out on panties tonight, I’m in nothing but a strapless bra. Even Gio seems surprised by the revelation, stopping in his tracks for a double-take of me.

His stare’s so damn affecting, his strong hands might as well be sliding over my naked skin. He might as well be playing with my pussy, because she throbs like a madwoman, intensely turned on just by his eyes scanning my body.

I smirk and place a hand on my hip. “Do you like what you see?”

He grunts, stepping forward. “Turn around.”

I do as I’m told, giving him my back.

His dominating form eclipses me from behind, his arms swathing over my hips to hold me against him. I sway on the spot, my mind already a hazy mess. He hasn’t even touched me yet—not beyond putting his arms around me—and I’m already desperate for more.

He teases me with a single kiss behind my ear. “Are you still hungry?”

His cool, deep voice penetrates me, reverberating through every inch of me. It’s enough to evoke a shudder as anticipation builds. That dark, smooth, sexy voice has never failed to get me wet on sound alone. Too bad I’m not wearing any panties to catch the slickness forming between my thighs.

How I’m already breathless—a girl is deprived bad. With everything that’s been going on, it feels like I’ve been put on a Giovanni Sorrentino Diet, and tonight’s my cheat day. On the menu is Gio’s dick, Gio’s dick, and even more Gio’s dick.

I lick my lips at the starving thought and breathe, “Yes.”

“Good,” he says. “I ordered room service.”

His hands travel my body as he speaks. His fingers skim over my breasts, giving a playful squeeze before he shoves down the cups of my strapless bra. He kisses my bare shoulders and fondles my breasts some more.

I moan as my stomach flutters. “Mmm, sounds good to me.”

His face reflects in the glass window. I watch him watch me, his gaze sliding up and down my naked body.

“How many times have I told you about being in public with no panties on, Honey?”

“I had the dress, and it was just going to be me and you—”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not supposed to have this cunt out. Who needs access to it but me, hmmm?” he asks, with one hand holding me still. The other snakes down to cup my warm, throbbing pussy.

A tingle erupts from within and spreads into a dozen tiny shocks. More dripping arousal coats my nether lips, and heat warms my skin at the undeniable fact Gio makes me wet off the simplest touch. Damn, I’m already a goner—a lust-driven woman desperate for my man to fuck me like his good little slut.

Someone knocks on our door.

Room service.

Gio leaves me by the window, and I don’t dare move. He answers the door, keeping it open only a fraction. It’s difficult to hear the full conversation, but he tells the waitstaff he’ll bring in the cart himself. The next second, the cart’s wheels zip over the penthouse floor as he pushes it inside.

“I was thinking about this moment—our first night home together in a very long time,” he says coolly. He’s undone the buttons on his cuff and rolled up his sleeves, showing he means business. He’s as handsome and formidable as the first night I met him—toned muscle on his broad frame, accentuated by the meticulously tailored fit of his designer threads. But it’s his arms and hands which hold my attention most right now.

Veins protrude along the hardness of his forearm. His large hands so powerful, so smooth and rough at the same time. He gestures to the domed, stainless steel covers on the room service plates but doesn’t remove them.

A playful spark shines in his gaze. “We need to handle the matter of your insolence.”

“My insolence…” I fold my arms over my naked chest as if I hold any position of power at the moment and am not already hot and horny putty melting to the floor. “As in punishment? Do I at least get to know what I’ve done? Tell me, Boss. What crime have I committed?”

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