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  The spasms started before she could hold herself back. Riley’s walls fluttered, and she gasped and tore away from their savage kiss as it hit her in full. Eyes closing, head thrown back against the mattress, she rode Giovanni’s thigh until the uncontrollable clench and release stopped.

  Giovanni gave her several seconds to catch her breath, and then his lips were back on hers again, his growl the only approval she needed.

  Starved for his touch, already rebounding from her release, Riley felt new desire stir inside of her. Tonight wasn’t over; it was only beginning.

  When she started to grind again, a slave to the sensation of his firm body manipulating her clit, Giovanni broke the kiss and pulled away. Like a fish plucked from the water, Riley gasped for air and tried to draw him back to her. Giovanni refused. He took position on the mattress beside her, back straight, then lifted his arms and shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders. It hit the floor seconds later, crumpled and forgotten.

  Button by button, Giovanni undid his shirt. Riley watched with rapt attention, sex swollen and aching, as his chest was slowly revealed to her. A collage of artwork across his chest and abs was fitted in such a way that skin was left visible, but not enough that he could dream of squeezing in any more art. The colors and styles were varied, but each tattoo fit harmoniously against the next.

  Riley reached up to touch, but he caught her by the wrist and sank down over her to pin her arms above her head. The white dress shirt he wore hung open and dangled down between them. He looked into her eyes, and Riley could do nothing but look back as her heart raced.

  “Not until I say so,” he warned. “I won’t repeat myself again.”

  Chest heaving, enchanted by the moment, Riley remained still and pliant as she watched Giovanni return to his original position. He tugged each sleeve of his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall onto the mattress. Every inch of flesh from his shoulders to his arms was inked, the color packed in tight.

  “Roll over,” he demanded. There was no room for argument in his tone, and Riley obeyed. She kept her hands over her head, eager to please him. The stubborn man Giovanni was in the shop translated to a dominant man between the sheets, and she was eager to let it all go. For tonight, and only tonight, she wanted to be his toy.

  “Such a good girl.” The unexpected praise ghosted against the back of her neck, and Riley shivered in surprise. The words disturbed the fine hairs of her nape, and when Giovanni nosed her delicate skin there, she moaned and buried her head into the mattress. “Love to see you obey.”

  His hand found the zipper of her dress, and he tugged it down carefully to expose the strap of her bra and her bare back. The cold air chilled her skin, but Giovanni’s touch was all the heat she needed. The contrast was otherworldly, and when Giovanni’s fingers traced their way along her spine, Riley breathed out a sigh and imagined what he looked like in that moment.

  “This needs to go,” Giovanni whispered against her neck as his fingers met her bra strap. With a flick of his fingers, he parted the tiny clasps that held it together, and then smoothed the straps down her shoulders, bringing the dress along with it. Riley lifted herself just enough that he could slip the dress and bra down her arms and chest, then lifted her arms out of the straps one by one. When her bare chest returned to the bed, Giovanni worked the dress down her waist and over the curve of her ass.

  Then it was gone, and Riley was left in nothing but her wet thong.

  Giovanni’s hand gripped her shoulder and rolled her onto her back, and Riley’s eyes fluttered open to look at him. The hunger in his eyes devoured her whole.

  11

  Giovanni

  Not a single drop of ink marked Riley’s skin, but he still tasted her as if she was a piece of art. Sweet and mouthwatering, like French vanilla ice cream melting down a waffle cone.

  He wanted to lick her all over and make her scream.

  Giovanni’s cock pressed against his fly, eager to be set free. He thumbed open the button and pulled down the zipper, letting his pants slide down his thighs to expose the boxer-briefs he wore beneath and kicking his shoes off before dropping his pants to the floor. Riley’s dark gaze was drawn to his bulge immediately, and as inclined as he was to palm himself through the fabric, he craved her touch.

  “Lift one arm,” he instructed, and she did so without question. He took her by the wrist and set her palm against the rigid outline of his erection. A shiver shot down Riley’s arm, and she squeezed tentatively.

  The touch of her hand, even through cotton, was heaven. Giovanni dropped his chin and sucked in a breath. His hips pressed forward, and he thrust into her hand.

  For a while, they played like that, Riley pumping him clumsily through the fabric of his boxer-briefs while Giovanni pistoned his hips into her hand. It was enough for the moment but as he drew nearer to orgasm, he knew he couldn’t waste himself on a handjob.

  Tonight Riley was his, and he was going to enjoy every inch of her.

  His hand covered hers, and he took it away from his cock. “Back over your head,” he instructed. “Keep it pinned there.”

  “Yes.” Her rapid, breathy response made his cock throb.

  Her willingness was intoxicating, and he was eager to please her for her behavior. Carefully, he lowered himself over her body so both his thighs were between her legs. Their kiss resumed, eager and passionate, and her tongue caressed his and made him crazy for her.

  Giovanni’s hands worked their way between their bodies, and he cupped both of her breasts, tracing his fingers over her hardened nipples.

  Riley’s body went board stiff before relaxing all at once. She moaned and pressed into his hands, and Giovanni kept stroking and tugging at the tender buds. As he worked her breasts, his hips pumped forward into her. The hardened rod of his erection pushed against her sex, separated only by the thin undergarments they wore.

  Between gasped breaths and rocking hips, they teased each other. Riley met his every move with passion of her own, and his cock throbbed for her. Each thrust forward heightened his need for her, and each backward movement left him craving her touch all over again.

  “Gio,” she whispered, his name a chant that pulsed in his balls and threatened to make him spill his seed. “Oh, my god, Gio.”

  As their rocking grew frantic, the kiss broke for good. Giovanni moved down her body and held her breasts together, then ran his tongue over one of her nipples as Riley closed her eyes and arched her back. He sucked, nipped, and licked, before shifting to the other side and repeating it all over. By the time he drew away, Riley was squirming beneath him, eyes partially lidded, mouth hanging agape.

  She was as delicious as he imagined.

  “Want you now,” Giovanni whispered to her. His thumbs hooked behind the thin elastic of her thong, and he tugged it over her thighs slowly to reveal her mound. “You’re mine.”

  There was no argument. Riley’s full lips parted, and she lifted her hips willingly. “I’m on birth control,” she blurted out before blushing.

  Giovanni’s grin grew decadent as thoughts of filling her made his erection painful. “Good, because I’m clean.” He drew her thong down over her thighs until it was free from her body.

  Riley was bare for him, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

  Unable to resist her, he kissed his way down her ribs, over her flat stomach, and then down her thigh. Riley parted her legs for him, body quivering in anticipation, her breathless, “me too,” making him flex his hips in response. There was something so innocent about her that made him feel powerful. She was prey, and he was the predator who had her pinned beneath his paws. Giovanni would swallow her whole.

  He kissed along her inner thigh, then nosed against her folds and nuzzled her swollen clit. Riley moaned, her voice hitching once it reached its peak. One of her hands rooted in his hair, holding him in place as he nuzzled and breathed her in. She was every bit as perfect as he expected.

  A slight tilt of his head introduced his lips to
her clit, and he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue across it. Riley moaned again, louder than before, and arched up to press against his face. Giovanni buried his face against her, breathing her in, letting his tongue flick and stroke to drive her crazy. She was dripping for him, but he was greedy for more. Until she was wound so tight she couldn’t take it, until she was drenched and begging for relief, he wouldn’t stop.

  Her delicate skin parted for him, and she lifted her body up to better the angle between them. The movement broke their contact, and Giovanni backed up to look her over now that she was bare. The folds between her legs glistened, soaked for him and because of him. Giovanni raked his teeth over his bottom lip and let his gaze travel up her body, over the curves of her hips and to her full, beautiful breasts. Everything about her made him want to own her, possess her, and prove to her that she needed no other man.

  “Gio, please,” she begged. Her hair fanned out on the bed like a halo, and her eyes were so lidded they were almost closed. She held her legs wide open for him, shameless. The heels she still wore giving her an absolutely decadent look. “Please, I need you. I need you so badly.”

  The accent she tried so hard to suppress was starting to seep back into her words, the subdued Irish intonations way too fucking hot. His cock throbbed, and he hitched a thumb into his boxer-briefs and guided them down. As the fabric passed his crotch, his cock bobbed free. A string of precum suspended between his slit and his boxer-briefs snapped, coating his shaft.

  Something in him broke, snapping as easily as the string of precum had. It lurched in his gut and spiraled, dizzying. Giovanni dropped down over her, supporting his weight on his hands as he moved into position between her legs. Their lips met, desperate for each other. Riley was attuned to his lust as though they’d been made for one another.

  “Gonna fill you,” Giovanni growled against Riley’s lips. She gasped wordlessly, her fingers curling against his scalp. One of her thighs brushed against his hip, and he wanted nothing more for her than to wrap her shapely legs around him. “Gonna stretch you. Gonna make you come, Riley. I’m going to fucking make you come.”

  The woman who’d walked into his shop as if she owned the place, who flung around rules and who meddled in his affairs, was in his bed begging for him. The mouth that argued against him with every chance it got was now agape with pleasure, and her sharp, critical eyes were fogged with mind-numbing bliss. Riley was never more gorgeous than she was in that moment.

  Giovanni bucked forward, sliding the thick head of his cock between her folds. It brushed against her clit, and Riley gasped and squirmed, lifting her hips to meet his thrust. He wasn’t inside of her yet, but his shaft grazed against her slick entrance, and he shuddered head to toe.

  For a while, all they did was grind their hips together. Giovanni’s cock wetted itself with her body, and he thrust over and over, caressing her clit and brushing by her entrance. Riley shook. Her hips worked against him, and he could tell from how irregular the rhythm was that it was involuntary. He’d seduced every inch of her and made her want him so desperately that there was nothing she could do but beg for his shaft to fill her.

  Giovanni gave her exactly what she wanted.

  His hand slipped between their bodies, and he grasped himself by the base of his cock. When he pumped his hips forward this time, the fat crown of his cock plunged into her entrance. She was tight and wet and warm, and he grunted in delight as he pushed deeper into her.

  “Gio!” her words were shrill and fragile. “Oh, my god, Gio!”

  Just a little more and he was sure she’d fall to pieces, crumbling into broken fragments thinly bound by lust. It would be easy to get her to crack under pressure and give in to mindless, desperate fucking.

  But Giovanni didn’t want her to break.

  Not yet.

  12

  Riley

  Delirious pleasure snagged Riley in its riptide and dragged her beneath the surface, and she drowned in it willingly. Giovanni invaded the tight walls between her legs, stretching her with his thick cock until it felt like she would tear in two. With a startled cry, Riley tossed her head back and pressed her cheek into the mattress as he pushed into her. His full, heavy balls were flush with her ass, and the tip of his cock barely missed her cervix. Every inch of him satisfied in a way no other man would replicate.

  Giovanni was perfection, and now that she’d had her taste, Riley knew there was no going back.

  He drew his hips back and started to thrust. The movements were slow at first, allowing her to feel the swollen head of his cock as it drew down through her body and then pushed back up to force its way back into her. How was it that a man like Giovanni, who pushed all her buttons and challenged her every step of the way, could make her feel like this? Riley drew him deeper yet, her thighs locking around his hips so she could lift herself to meet his thrusts.

  Giovanni was amazing. Amazing. And she’d barely had her first taste of him.

  His hips pushed into her with slowly increasing speed, and Riley met his movements eagerly. The way he stretched her made her feel full like never before, and she craved more. It was reckless, it was irresponsible, and it was probably one of the worst ideas she’d ever had, but none of those things stopped it from being the most mind-blowing sex Riley had ever had.

  In this incredible room in a decadent Las Vegas casino, so far from the comforts of home, she’d found herself. Bold. Unashamed. Satisfied. She’d come thousands of miles to honor the memory of a friend only to find herself along the way.

  Giovanni drove into her, the pace increasing rapidly. The wet sounds their bodies made as they joined turned Riley on to no end, and she worked against him to grind herself against his pelvic bone with each thrust he made. The pleasure rose and exploded in a space just behind her eyes, and her whole mind geared toward chasing another orgasm. She’d come against his thigh before, but now she wanted to tighten and flutter against his thick shaft. She wanted to feel his hot cum flood her womb, and know that he was inside of her even when he pulled out.

  Giving in to him was the sweet release she needed after living by the rules for so long. It was so wrong, but Riley needed it more than anything else.

  For the minutes they spent together in the hotel room, she needed to relinquish control.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Giovanni growled against her ear. His body collided with hers, and each time he buried his cock inside of her, sparks flew before her eyes. He was a jerk, he was unprofessional and brash, but he made her feel.

  It had been a long time since Riley had felt anything at all.

  “Wanna see you ride me,” Giovanni grunted. His hands tightened against her waist, and he pistoned into her a few more desperate times before he rolled them over so Riley was on top. The movement forced his cock to pop out of her, and she groaned at the sudden emptiness.

  He couldn’t stop now. She couldn’t bear it.

  Riley scrambled to straddle his lap, her thighs on either side of his tattooed hips. Carefully, she grasped his cock by the base and held it upright. Her folds hovered above his shaft, and she gyrated her hips as she lowered herself back onto his cock.

  The second he pushed her open and sank back inside of her, Giovanni moaned. The sound was low and rumbling, utterly masculine and entirely addictive. Fueled by their sex and the way he made her feel, Riley plunged down on his shaft in an attempt to hear that moan again. Her walls squeezed, her hips worked in small circles, and she rose and fell on the cock that plugged her. Both of her palms braced on his flat stomach, and her hips picked up the pace.

  She wanted to hear him lose himself to the moment. She wanted to see Giovanni tumble as far into depravity as she’d fallen. The way he felt inside of her was too good to be true, but there was no disputing it. They were fucking, and he was the most fantastic lay of her life.

  Another gritty moan parted from Giovanni’s lips. Riley shuddered and closed her eyes. Deep inside, she felt the brimming pleasure he worked into her st
art to overload. The urge to clench, to thrust, and to grind heightened. Orgasm was approaching for the second time that night, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  “Gio,” she breathed. Words were hard to form with how foggy her mind was. “Oh god, Gio, I’m gonna….”

  His hands were back on her waist suddenly, and before Riley had time to open her eyes, her back hit the mattress. Sudden emptiness made her grow desperate—he’d slipped out of her as they’d rolled over, and she needed something to fill and stretch her badly. She needed to come in the worst way.

  Giovanni didn’t leave her waiting for long.

  His cock probed at her entrance, then, once it had found its place, slammed into her. Riley opened her eyes in shock and cried out as Giovanni pounded her into the mattress. Her arms locked around his neck, and she held him close as he fucked her wildly and with abandon. As the shock wore off, Riley fucked him back. The slap of their skin and the wet noises of their joining died out beneath his ragged, urgent grunts and the shrill cries that spilled freely from her mouth.

  If sex between them was always going to be like this, Riley never wanted him to leave. She wanted to be fucked and bred by his huge cock. She wanted to feel like she was the only one who drove him so crazy he couldn’t help himself.

  When Giovanni came, she felt it.

  Thick, hot ribbons of cum spilled into her waiting sex, and she gasped and ground against him as he bottomed out inside of her and pushed inward with short, superficial thrusts. A low, satisfied grunt tumbled from Giovanni’s lips, and he hung his head and worked his hips into her with desperate need as he shot.