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Practical? Yes.
Organized? Also, yes.
Responsible? Sadly, another boring yes.
But perfect? Never. Not once.
She lay there for a moment, letting it soak in, fighting not to tear up in the face of such a beautiful moment.
“Elio,” she whispered, running her fingers along his face, enjoying the roughness of his five-o’clock shadow. Everything about him was so masculine and sexy. Which was why she couldn’t believe he was here with her…calling her perfect.
“Back with me?” he murmured. “You looked a little lost in thought.”
“I’m here,” she said.
“Good. Now pay attention.”
She frowned briefly, confused—until he touched her clit.
She reached for his hand, like she had on the rug, and once again he shook it off. “Hands on the pillow, Gianna. You’re not finished surrendering.”
“I don’t think I—”
“You can,” he interjected. “And you will.”
It took more willpower than she expected to put her hands on the pillow next to her head, her palms up in a way that screamed of submission.
She was glad she’d made the effort when she saw the heated, hungry look in his eyes. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Oh fuck. Why was that so hot?
He continued to stroke her clit as he picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder until her back arched and she screamed.
“Fuck me!” she yelled, the orgasm so strong, it hurt. Everything he did was fierce. Ecstasy.
She never wanted this night to end.
As the climax waned, Elio withdrew, only for as long as it took to flip her over and draw her onto her hands and knees before him. “Grip the spindles of the headboard. Hold on.”
She had just closed her fists around the wooden spindles when Elio was there, inside once more, fucking her with complete and utter reckless abandon.
“You’re going to come again,” he said, the words feeling more like a threat at this point.
“I can’t!” she complained. “One more time will kill me.”
He chuckled darkly. “No, it won’t.”
She jerked when he spanked her ass, a stinging swat that caught her off guard. “You’re going to come with me, Gianna.” He accentuated that point by peppering her ass with a half dozen more smacks.
It was just as good as she’d thought it would be.
She didn’t bother to deny his words. At this point, she couldn’t. Her body was responding despite her exhaustion, his spanking the extra impetus she needed to reach the peak again.
“I’m close,” he said, reaching around to touch her clit. It was far too sensitive, so his first touch flashed hot, an electrical spark that sizzled, burned. She dropped to her elbows, her strength deserting her. The new position only allowed him to go deeper.
She gasped out his name, over and over, as he came with her, his cries mingling with her own.
“Elio! Yes. God.”
