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“Gio, stop.”
I don’t.
My fingers reach beneath her dress, pulling the lace that’s in the way of what I want.
“Gio.” Her voice falls into a soft moan, and I push one finger into her.
Her nails try to dig into my back like they did this morning, but she can’t because of how many layers I’m wearing right now.
“I’m finishing what you fucking started.”
I can feel how much she wants me. How sheneedsme.
My lips find hers as I move another finger in her. She moans in my mouth, the sound almost throwing me over the edge.
I need to get her the fuck out of here before I lose the control I have left.
“Take me home,” she whispers into my mouth.
I pull my fingers away from her, moving her legs to the side. “Then get in the fucking car.” My hand grabs her hair as I pull her closer to me again.
Her lips smirk at me. I love how easy it is for me to get what I want from her. This isn’t a game to me, but she is making it one.
I was going to go easy on her, but she’s lost that opportunity.
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He leads me out of the elevator, pushing my back against the wall gently as his face buries into my neck. I lift his shirt up, trailing the bumps on his stomach. His abs make my knees buckle, making me feel insanely weak. His hand wraps around my neck, gripping it tight but leaving me enough room to breathe. His touch is captivating, consuming. There is no feeling better than being his. I want to touch every single square inch of his body. I relish in the feel of him all over me. My breathing is labored as he tugs on my dress, trying to rip it off.
“Stop! This was expensive,” I moan as he successfully rips the bottom half of my dress, leaving my legs exposed to the cold air.
“I’ll just buy you a new one.” His voice comes out raspy. His reaction to my body makes me feel empowered, in control. But that is anything but the truth. He is in control.
A strong tingling sensation wraps around my chest as he lifts me off the ground, and I wrap both my legs around him. If I am going to commit myself to Giovanni this much, I want to get to know him.
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Don’t have one.”
“What’s your favorite season?”
“Don’t have one.”
“What’s your favorite sport?”
“Don’t have one.”
“Jesus,” I say, letting out a moan as his thumbs dig into my thigh and he kicks open his bedroom door. “Do you like anything?”
“You,”he moans into my mouth. “You’ll be the death of me.”
His words creep into my ear, turning me on even more.
He places me on the bed, and I push him off me.
“What?” He shakes his head far too many times to count.
“Just wait here.”
