Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
JULIET
Sitting in the space that is my second happy place, behind my dance studio, for the first time in days is soothing.
Gino and I just finished dinner, and he needed to take a call on a property he’s buying. I truly don’t know how he’s doing this at all. He’s managing his business, trying to build a new one, scouring the earth for his best friend, and protecting everyone all at the same time.
Opening my book, I start reading. The romance novel I’m reading is getting spicy, and I am so sucked in that I don’t hear someone walk into the library. It isn’t until my book is snatched from my hand.
I look up and see Gino looking at the page; he’s got a smirk on his face. Shit.
“My wrists are tied behind my back,” he begins reading. “I can feel the rope digging into my skin. He grabs me by my waist,” he starts, “and turns me over so I’m on my stomach, and he presses two fingers into my pussy. I’m leaking—”
Before he can continue, I grab the book out of his hand.
“Bella, if I knew you wanted to do these things, we would have done them months ago.”
“Gino,” I yell out.
“What?” he asks, a permanent smile on his lips. “If you want to try something, just tell me, and we’ll try it.”
That look in his eye tells me he knows he’s riling me up.
“I could tie you to the bed and fuck you while you can’t touch me.”
That sends a shiver down my spine.
He runs a finger down my chest, and beneath my shirt, rubbing my nipple.
I moan at the touch.
“Hmm, I think you want that.”
Do I want that? Maybe. But what I want more is for him to take me in this room right now.
“Gino, please—”
“Please what?” he asks.
“Fuck me,” I say breathlessly.
He gives me a wicked grin and pulls me flush with his body.
“I’m going to fuck you and have you begging for more.”
He cups my face and places a rough kiss on my lips. I can feel his erection through his sweats.
He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We continue to have a full-blown make-out session like we’re horny teenagers.
He lowers me onto the couch and lies over me.
“God, you’re perfect.”
I smile and bite my lip. “You’re pretty hot too.”
He moves a strand of hair behind my ear. He leans down and kisses me again, this time softer.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Since we’ve taken this next step in our relationship, Gino hasn’t stopped telling me how beautiful or perfect I am, and I can’t get enough.
For someone who doesn’t show a lot of emotion and mostly talks about business, this version of him is refreshing. And reaping the benefits of it has been amazing.
He grabs the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up. I lean up to let him easily pull it off of me. He kisses my neck and nips at the skin. I already know I will have a mark there, and I love it.
“Gino,” I say breathlessly.
“Yes?” He stops and looks up at me.
“Don’t stop.” I run my hands through his hair.
“I would never,” he smirks at me.
He continues to kiss my neck, then moves down. He moves his hands under me and unclasps my bra. Grabbing it, he slides the straps down my arm and throws my bra. Leaning down, he pulls one nipple into his mouth and starts massaging the other.
I moan again; he knows how much I love it.
He then switches, and I feel like I could come right now.
He moves slowly down the rest of my body, kissing and marking it with his tongue.
Then he gets to my core. He grabs the hem of my pants and pulls them, and my panties, down in one swift motion.
“You're soaked for me, aren’t you?” We make eye contact, and he has that hunger in his eyes I have come to love.
I swallow.
“Well, I’m not going to make you wait.” Before he starts, I look at the bulge in his pants, and I can tell he needs that release too.
Before I can say anything about it. His tongue hits my clit. And then he adds two fingers into my pussy. And holy shit, I might come right now.
He’s ravenous as he continues.
“Gino, I’m going to—” His eyes meet mine, and he winks. It feels like hours when it’s probably been minutes. He doesn’t stop, and then when I think I’m going to come, he pulls back.
I groan in frustration and need.
I watch him as he removes his shirt and pulls his sweats off. His cock is at full attention and shining with precum.
He rips the foil packet of a condom he pulled from his pocket and rolls it on.
He moves to line himself with my entrance. Then he drives into me.
I move my hands and claw my nails across his back. This time, I might leave scratches; I can’t help it with how good this is making me feel.
He smirks at me. “You like this, don’t you?”
I moan in response.
“Oh, you do.” He’s got that seductive tone in his voice, and I love it.
I’m a moaning, bumbling mess, and I can’t hold in my release anymore. He can feel it too. I know he can.
“I’m about to come, please, for the love of God, tell me you’re close,” he says.
I can’t form words. I hope the moan and the loll of my head are signal enough.
He senses it because in seconds, we’re both coming.
He brings his forehead to mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. I bite my lip and blush in response.
He quickly gets up and removes the condom.
I close my eyes.
Then I’m being lifted. When I open my eyes, Gino is carrying me up the stairs and into the bedroom.
He walks us into the bedroom and kicks the door. He sets me down, and I slightly stumble as he pulls back the cover.
“Get in bed,” he says softly, and I oblige.
We both fall asleep quickly, and the entire night, I dream of what our life would’ve been like if we followed these feelings years ago.