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Nope.
For this one short, magical week, she was going to do exactly what she wanted without worrying about what came after.
Elio was a no-strings-attached guy. Hell, he’d admitted to breaking things off with Paula, the closest thing he’d ever had to a girlfriend—though he would argue that terminology—because she’d wanted him to spend the night.
All he was offering was here and now, which made it easier for her. She didn’t have to worry about what came next because…nothing did.
For a second, she wondered what kind of relationship they would forge if she was pregnant, but she shoved that thought away. Every single time the memory of the condom breaking flashed through her mind, she shut it down because Elio was right. There was nothing they could do to change it.
So if she went home, took a test, and discovered she was pregnant, THEN the two of them could sit down and decide their next step. Until that time, she was treating this as exactly what it was…a break from real life, one that was going to end come Saturday morning, if the weather kept improving the way it had been.
Elio placed a knee on the edge of the mattress, twirling the end of one of the scarves in a way that screamed playful as much as threatening.
“I’m going to tie you up, Gianna.”
Her pussy clenched and before she could consider her actions, she lifted her arms, sliding them along the pillow until she offered him that surrender pose that never failed to have his eyes going dark with desire.
Elio chuckled. “Wow. Really putting up a fight, aren’t you?”
He was so funny, so easy to be with.
Since she’d given her consent, he didn’t bother to draw things out. One second, she was free; the next, he’d bound her wrists together before securing them to the headboard. She tested the bonds, curious if his knots were for show or for real. The scarves held.
Elio noticed her slight struggle. “If you decide you don’t like it, all you have to do is say ‘untie me’.”
“I know that.” This wasn’t the first time he’d offered that reassurance, but she didn’t need it.
While they might not have known each other personally before now, she felt like she knew him well enough simply through Liza’s comments. Liza had spent the entire decade of their friendship telling Gianna countless stories about her brothers and cousins and all the times they’d gone out of their way to stand up for others.
More than that, Gianna had witnessed those same actions herself. She considered the way Tony Moretti and his roommate, Rhys, had taken Jess in when she’d been homeless, giving her and her adorable son, Jasper, a safe place to stay when they needed it most. She recalled Keeley telling her about the night her parents had been killed in a plane crash, how Gio and Rafe had helped her and Kayden through their grief that night and in the weeks and months that followed.
Gianna had come to understand that the Moretti men were born protectors, kind, considerate all the way to the core.
With that promise out of the way, Elio got down to the good stuff. While he’d shed his jacket and boots when grabbing the scarves, he hadn’t taken anything else off. It felt strangely sexy to be lying beneath him, naked, while he remained completely dressed.
Elio lowered his head, giving her a kiss that ensured whatever lingering chill remained was burned away in an instant. His tongue found hers as he cupped her cheeks, holding her still, making it perfectly clear that he was in control.
After several minutes, Elio broke the kiss, shifting farther down her body, his tongue exploring all the other pertinent parts. He sucked her nipples into his mouth, placed hot kisses on her stomach, then—sweet Jesus—he gave her the kiss she really wanted.
Elio didn’t have any reservations about going down on her…at all. She sent up a silent prayer that was true of most men, because it was quickly becoming her favorite thing ever. She’d originally planned to create a new Life Goals list while here at the cabin, but instead, she’d found herself composing a different one in her head.
One she’d tentatively titled Things My Future Boyfriend Has to Do in Bed.
Elio pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, wiggling it in a way that made her see stars.
Aaaaand that particular move had just claimed the top spot on her sex list.
Elio knew exactly how important her clit was to her arousal, and he used that information to his advantage in spectacular fashion. She tugged at the scarves around her wrists, not because she wanted freedom but because it drove home just how helpless she was to his ministrations, and it made her so much hotter.
He played with her for hours—days, years—sucking, licking, stroking, biting. Everything he did felt amazing, but none of it was enough to push her over the edge. And he knew it.
“Goddammit, Elio!” she cried out, not for the first time, when he pulled away…just before she could jump over the cliff.
He’d ignored every curse, every plea, every dirty name she’d called him, but this time he lifted his head.
She expected him to look pleased with himself, for some of that cocky swagger of his to emerge. What she didn’t anticipate was the almost aggressive look in his eyes.
“Who do you belong to, Gianna?”
