Page 106 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

The things he was saying should not turn me on, but they did. That’s when I got an idea. Fight fire with fire.

“You like that?” I sang while lightly inching my fingers down my thigh.

There was no sexier sound in the world then the way Gio’s breath hitch when my finger slipped between my folds. My intent was to tease him, and maybe give him a taste of his own medicine. But the way he watched me with desire flaring in his jade eyes, caused me to take things further. I swirled my finger around my clit and dipped in my opening, fucking myself while he watched.

I’d masturbated before, unsuccessfully mind you. I was never able to find the right spot or motion. Don’t get me wrong, it felt good. Just not awesome. Doing it in front of Gio was much different. It was thrilling, humiliating, and almost enough to throw me over the edge. No matter what I did, I couldn’t reach that pinnacle. So what started out as a punishment for him, frustrated me. And he knew it too.

“What’s wrong, Baby,” Gio purred. “Can’t come?”

I didn’t like this game anymore.

Gio pulled the Range Rover to a stop and growled in my ear, “Do you know why?”

Because there was an asshole watching me?

“It’s because this pussy belongs to me.”

One touch. That was all it took. Gio pinched my clit and I threw my head back into the blissful euphoria of my orgasm.

NOVALEE

“Are you going to kill me?”

It was a serious concern. Why else would someone like Gio take someone on a rowboat in the swamp at night? I didn’t see any cinder blocks anywhere so the cement shoes Memphis talked about probably weren’t an option, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t feed me to the gators.

Gio rolled his eyes and held out his hand, “just get in the boat.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

“I haven’t fucked you yet, why would I kill you?”

Alright, that was a valid argument, but let me paint the scene. A powerful, armed man—I saw him tuck the gun in the waistband of his pants—stands in a rowboat on the moonlight murky waters of the swamp while frogs croaked in the distance and Spanish moss swayed in the breeze. Sounded like a murder scene to me.

“Maybe you’re going to strangle me while you fuck me.” Given our past history that wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.”

“If you don’t stop being annoying and get in the boat, then I will strangle you.”

And there was the flaw in his demand. “I’m always annoying.”

“GET IN THE DAMN BOAT!”

“Geez, okay.” I lifted my foot and stepped in the boat. “But just so you know, I’ve fought gators before, so feeding me to them isn’t going to be that easy.”

“The gators are why I brought the gun.”

Oh. I guess that made more sense than a moonlit murder boat ride. I was a little disappointed.

Gio pushed the boat off the bank into the water and jumped in. He plopped down on the seat across from me, grabbed the oars and began rowing.

I looked down at the bottom of his pants and feet. “Your shoes are wet.”

“Thanks.” He sighed. “Any other obvious facts you’d like to point out?”

“No, I’m good.”

I could point out how the muscles in his arms bulged against the fabric of his suit as he moved the oars, but I figured I’d keep that to myself. Wouldn’t want him thinking I liked looking at him or something.

We moved across the water as lighting bugs twinkled throughout the bayou. In other circumstances this might be romantic. Two lovers on a boat at night with nothing but a lantern and the moon to light their way. Ah, who was I kidding. This was romantic. All we needed was the singing violin player.

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