Chapter 13
13
MICHAEL
I promised myself three more days with her before taking her back to the city. Today is the fourth. And I’ve barely spent four fucking hours with her.
Not for lack of trying—oh no. After that day I lost control a week ago, Gianna became a menace, pure and simple. She’s teasing, testing, practically pleading for me to fuck her.
And I want to. More than I want my next breath.
Which is why, despite myself, I’ve resorted to jerking one off in the bathroom like a damn teenager after every meal with her. It’s pathetic, but it’s the only thing keeping me from doing what I really want—bending her over the nearest surface and fucking her so thoroughly she won’t be able to walk straight for a month.
I need to take her back to the city before I break.
Because if I do break and fuck her, I might not have any control over her.
She’s teasing me, but she doesn’t fully understand the fire she’s playing with. As much as she’s seducing me, she’s also seducing herself. I don’t know why she’s doing this, but I know whatever spell she’s cast over me, she’s caught in it just as deeply. And if I break first, I’ll shatter the illusion, and she’ll wake up from the haze she’s lost herself in.
I can’t have that.
I’m playing the long game here. Nothing short-term.
When I take her back to Manhattan, I’m taking her home. My home. Where she’ll be for the rest of her life. But to convince her to come with me, I need her to stay exactly as she is now—dazed, desperate, and aching for me.
“The stock has been doing really well, showing a steady rise for the past eighteen months. This is the best time to get an IPO, Michael.”
I drag my gaze from my tablet, where I’m watching Gianna—she’s in the library, rearranging my collection of books for some unfathomable reason—towards Rachel, the woman with the absurd suggestion.
Steepling my fingers, I slowly glare down at the other men and women seated around the large table in one of my conference rooms in my office back in Manhattan. They carefully avoid my gaze. Cowards.
This isn’t the first time this topic has been brought up, and I’ve shut it down every single time.
My stare settles on Rachel. “This is only your third time in the board meeting with us, Rebecca, so I’m going to?—”
“Rachel, I–” She cuts off the moment my eyes go cold.
“You don’t interrupt me, Candace. Understood?” I deliberately call her by the wrong name again and wait for her firm nod before continuing. “HartSphere is privately owned and will remain so until I lose my last breath. We’re never going public. Never .”
My gaze sweeps over the other culprits again—Nathaniel, especially. I have no doubt they pushed Rachel forward to bring this up, hoping I’d go easy on her since she’s still a relatively new board member, having inherited her dead grandmother’s shares.
“Under no circumstances will this be discussed again,” I say flatly. “If you’re unhappy with the way I run my company, you’re welcome to sell off your shares to me and walk the fuck out.”
As I finish speaking, my office door opens.
I frown, my body already tightening as Gianna walks in, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.
Fuck. I’m about to regret putting her prints on the system, aren’t I?
“I didn’t realize this topic had already been discussed—several times apparently,” Rachel says apologetically, directing a glare at Nathaniel. “I won’t?—”
Movement at the edges of my vision has me looking up again, and my breath lodges in my throat. It takes all of my self-control for my jaw not to drop.
Gianna is dancing .
Terribly.
She’s got my AirPods in, probably listening to one of the ridiculous playlists she’s made over the past few days. Swaying, twisting, looking utterly carefree as she loses herself to whatever song is playing, completely oblivious—or worse, entirely aware—that she has my full, undivided attention.
“Michael? Are you there?”
I barely register the voices on the call as I wave a hand absently, signaling them to move on to the next topic.
And then?—
Right in front of me, in the middle of my office, Gianna whips off her tank top. She folds it neatly, places it on the desk, and pushes it towards me.
I keep my facial muscles firmly in place, perusing her body coolly, even as every drop in my brain rushes south with brutal force, hardening my cock. My jaw tightens as she spins, reaching back to… unhook her bra?
The straps slide down her shoulders, and?—
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Full, creamy tits spill free.
My mouth floods, and my cock goes iron-hard, my fingers twitching with the urge to grab, to devour.
Instead, I mute my call, lean towards her, and grind out, “ Get the fuck out of here .” Before I lose every shred of control I have left.
But my hard tone doesn’t faze her. Hell, I doubt she even heard me over the music blasting in her ears. She gives me a naughty smile and raises her index finger to her lips. “Shhh.” Then she bends over, giving me an eyeful of tits as she shimmies her shorts down her long, tanned legs, her hair whipping around as she bounces back up.
The shorts come flying towards me, and I quickly snatch them midair before they can appear on my screen. Discreetly, I move my chair to the side so my face is no longer visible, then lift the crotch of her shorts to my nose, taking a deep, greedy sniff.
Fuckkk.
She smells of honey and heaven, and I’m dying to drink up her nectar. When I drop the shorts from my face, she’s gone. I frown, glancing around my office—only to spot her crawling around my desk.
Yes, crawling .
Right towards me.
“Fucking hell, you’ll be the death of me.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but her answering smirk tells me she’s extremely pleased with herself for pulling me apart thread by thread. She kneels in front of me, placing her small hands on my knees.
Her smirk grows as she pushes against them. I raise a brow at her, refusing to budge, curious to see what she’ll do next.
My blood roars in my ears as she leans back on the balls of her feet, curling her back as she cups one beautiful tit.
I lick my lips hungrily and swat her hand away. “That’s mine. Don’t touch it.” It’s a crazy demand, but I don’t care. And to make sure she hears it, I reach forward, pluck an AirPod from her ear, and repeat myself.
She narrows her eyes, challenge flashing in those clear, golden irises. Then, without breaking eye contact, she pushes at my knees again. This time, I let them part, and she immediately moves in, crowding into me, walking her hands up my thighs sexily, her destination clear from the teasing path she follows.
“Michael, we seem to have lost you. Did you get the last few minutes of this meeting?”
My gaze flicks to my laptop—bad move.
Because in that split second, Gianna wraps her fingers around me . I jolt in my chair with a strangled sound, a mix of a groan and a curse, and when I look down at her in disbelief, she just winks . I didn’t expect her to be that bold.
I hold her gaze as I unmute my mic, letting only half of my face show on the screen. “You guys continue the meeting without me and send me the minutes. Something very, very important just came up here.”
Gianna’s face turns scarlet red, and I smirk as I exit the call before anyone can object.
Now.
Reaching down, I tilt her chin up so I can collar her throat, brushing the pad of my thumb over her pink, glistening, bottom lip. “Now that you have my full attention, what are you going to do to keep it?”
My thumb digs into her mouth, and she takes it like an offering, immediately sucking it between her lips and swirling her tongue around it. My cock jerks violently, and my spine tingles as precum leaks out.
I’ve never been this aroused in my life.
I let go of her face and sit back in my chair, legs apart. Waving a hand, I say, “Go on. Continue.”
For a moment, she just stares at me blankly, chest heaving, those pretty tits and strawberry-pink nipples distracting as hell. I roll my tongue along my teeth. Patience .
Then she moves.
Her hands glide up my thighs again, more certain now as she works the button on my pants free before drawing the zipper down—so slowly I swear I can feel every tooth against my aching cock. I wince at the pressure, the sensitivity, and she pauses, shooting me a concerned glance.
I wave her on impatiently.
Taking the cue, she slips her hand inside my boxer shorts and dances her fingertips down the length of my cock, gasping when the muscle bops her.
My eyes hood, and I’m barely able to hold her stare when she looks at me questioningly. “Take me out,” I rasp.
Something shutters in her gaze, and she nods as she complies. I shudder, the silk material of my underwear rubbing against my sensitive nerves, and she seems to realize that I enjoy it, prolonging the sensation. Dangerous girl.
“Don’t tease me,” I growl, and she gives me the tiniest smile before finally freeing me. The cool air kisses the head of my cock, making me hiss through my teeth.
Her eyes pop open as she studies me up close and personal.
“Why do you look so surprised? This isn’t your first time seeing me.”
“I didn’t know…” She hesitates, cheeks going impossibly pink. “…penises could be so pretty.”
I blink.
Then chuckle. “Penis? Did you just call my cock pretty ? You know I haven’t heard that one before, you should—” I choke on air as she tugs experimentally on the barbell on either edge of the head, my vision whiting out for a solid two seconds.
Fuck me .
I’m still trying to untangle my crossed brain wirings when she tries to wrap her hands around me—but they’re too small. And I’m way too fucking sensitive. Each attempt has my precum leaking dangerously close to spilling over.
I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing slow breaths through my mouth, hoping— praying —that not seeing that adorable look of concentration on her face as she tries to get me off will help me cool down.
No such luck.
The lash of her tongue around my tip has my eyes snapping open, and I gape at her as she slowly licks me like a lollipop, the rough texture of her tongue making precum gush out of me. When she sees the liquid, she inhales sharply before she completely swallows the head and sucks.
“Gianna!” I yell her name, jerking so violently in the chair she almost falls on her ass. “ Goddamnit .”
I don’t give her the chance to do anything else—I hook my arms under her armpits and haul her up into my lap, stealing her surprised gasp in a kiss that’s more teeth than finesse. But she just moans throatily into my mouth, shifting to get comfortable—and the slide of her bare ass over my cock damn near wrecks me.
I wheeze, breaking the kiss as I sag back in my chair, eyes squeezing shut for just a second. Trying to breathe, to calm the hell down.
When I open them again, she’s staring at me curiously.
I tighten my grip on her waist and push to my feet, depositing her neatly on my desk. Her legs part instinctively to make space for me, and I step between them, hugging her tight and burying my face in the crook of her neck, greedily drinking in her sweet scent.
God, she smells so fucking good.
“Michael.” She breathes my name, trembling in my arms when I skate the pad of my fingers down her spine.
I press a kiss to the tendon of her neck, then slowly drag my wet kiss lower—across her collarbone, down to her sternum. Her hands drop from my back to slap onto the desk behind her, steadying herself.
I keep going, trailing my kisses lower until I reach the spot right between her lush tits. I purse my lips and press them there, loving the way her heart thuds against my mouth. Mine.
Tilting my head, I lap at the soft swell of her tit, kissing and sucking it. She arches her back, trying to shift her nipple into my mouth. But I avoid it, wanting to drive her as crazy as she drove me, and move to her second tit, lavishing the same attention everywhere but where she so clearly wants me.
“Michael!” she snaps, lifting up to grab her right tit and shove the hard nipple towards my mouth.
My amused chuckle tapers off as I take in the hot sight of her offering me her tit—head thrown back, eyes narrowed to golden slits as she watches me, waiting, demanding.
Jesus… fuck .
My cock bounces against my belly, more liquid spilling from the tip as I lower my head to her tit and blow a cool breath on it. She goes wild, screaming my name as she squirms on the desk, her left hand slipping.
I catch her waist before she can tip back. I wonder if she can come from this.
Only one way to find out.
I blow on her nipple again, and the moment she lets out a desperate groan, I trap the red berry between my teeth, gently biting down just enough to make her feel it. She bucks on the desk, her flailing arms sending my laptop crashing to the floor as she falls back onto my waiting arm, taking me with her.
I latch onto her, sucking hard, rolling my tongue around the sensitive flesh. And as I do, my hand slides from behind her, slowly tracing down her goosebumped thigh to the space between her legs, where I desperately want to be.
Hooking my fingers into the side of her thong, I tug it aside—and the back of my finger barely grazes her swollen clit.
She shatters.
Her spine arches cleanly off the desk, shoving her tit deeper into my mouth as she yells to the roof, cumming .
It takes a couple of hours to make the arrangements for my private jet to be flown down to the rainy city—and even more hours to get it fueled for the ride back to Manhattan. I spend the time in between making phone calls, handling business…
And scrolling through my video feeds, watching Gianna sleep.
She looks so peaceful. So fucking perfect.
By the time I get the confirmation that the jet is ready, I hesitate. I loathe the idea of waking her.
Still, I’m eager to get back to Manhattan.
Because the second we land, I’m declaring her mine .
And Rafael is going to know she’s off–limits.