Page 27 of Undeniable

Giovanni looks over to me with a tired smile. “Come on. I will take you home.”

I nod. “That should be easy seeing as you already know the way,” I say with a mock scowl which earns me a wicked grin in return.

Giovanni opens the car door for me after he has gotten Alessandro buckled in and helps me inside. I won’t deny that I most definitely brushed up against him intentionally so that I could feel his body against mine, even if it was just for a moment. To my delight, he doesn’t move either and the delicious tingles that I have missed spread across my body. I look up into his sharp silver eyes and find that he is watching me closely, his teasing grin gone, a more serious expression taking its place.

We get to Becca’s apartment building quickly and Giovanni gets out of the car to get my door. I turn around to say goodnight to Alessandro but find that he is already passed out in the back seat. I smile softly before I take Giovanni’s offered hand and get out.

He is quiet for a few steps as we make our way up the stairs and inside the lobby. I thought he would say goodnight to me on the front steps, then maybe the door, but now we are coming up to the elevators and he is still in step with me, only inches separating us.

“So, do you plan on getting your own place? Or do you enjoy crashing on your friend’s sofa bed?” Giovanni asks.

My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline as I cross my arms over my chest when we stop in front of the elevators. “I don’t think that I have ever told you that I am sleeping on my friends couch. How did you get that information?”

He gives me a devilish smirk as he takes a step towards me. “I have my sources.”

“You know, most people would classify that as stalking, Mr. Cordova.”

He nods. “But you aren’t most people, are you, Miss Jacobson?”

I shrug as I press the button for Becca’s floor.. “Guess not.”

His smile slowly slips until his face becomes serious and contemplative. He looks like he is about to say something but instead, he leans down and brushes his lips gently against my cheek. My breath hitches at the contact and a flurry of butterfly’s rush through my chest at the touch.

“Goodnight, Tasha,” he says as his breath skates across my cheek.

He gently starts to pull away, but I am sick of him pulling away. My hands quickly reach up to grip the back of his neck and hold him in place. His eyes flick over my face as if trying to figure out what to do next. I almost think that he is going to push me away for a moment, but then a thick arm wraps around my lower back and hauls me into his chest before his lips crush against mine.

Fire. Explosions. Nirvana.

None of those words even come close to describing what it feels like to be kissed by Giovanni Cordova. He is every bit the dominating man that he displays and then some. His lips move against mine quickly as his tongue expertly flicks against mine. I whimper softly into his mouth which only seems to spur him on.

I hear the distinct ding of the elevator opening behind us. Dread seeps in that he will take this moment to break the kiss, but instead, he walks me backwards until my back hits the cool steel of the elevator wall. I let out a surprised gasp as his lips move across my cheek and down to my neck, never once taking a break from his assault on my body.

The doors close and Giovanni turns around quickly, hitting the emergency stop button before he looks back at me. Raw hunger reflects in his cool silver eyes as he takes two steps to close the distance between us. Instead of capturing my lips again though, he spins me around effortlessly until I facing the wall, slamming my hands against it just to stop myself from falling down.

“Wha-”

I don’t get a chance to finish my question before Giovanni reaches around, undoes my jeans, shimmies them down my legs and dips a thick finger inside me. I let out a surprised moan at the contact before he repeats the motion.

“I have to have you,” he growls into my ear before nipping at my ear lobe.

I am not sure if he was expecting me to respond but he definitely doesn’t wait around for a response before I feel his hard length pushing inside of me. I hiss sharply at the sudden invasion before I slowly relax around him. He grumbles lowly as his head rests in the crook of my neck just like it did all those weeks ago. Just like then, he inhales deeply as if committing my scent to memory before he starts working his hips.

Arching my back into him, I take everything he is willing to give. Every push, nip and touch, I savor it all. Giovanni wastes no time taking what he wants as he savagely thrusts into me. I can feel my orgasm building far too quickly for my liking and when his thumb slides down and skates across my clit, I shatter apart into a million pieces.

“Gio!” I scream as my head is thrown back into his chest.

He lets out a feral growl and his body stills and his grip on me tightens, his cock throbbing roughly inside of me for a few moments before his touch relaxes. We stay still for a few moments, not saying a word.

“Gio?” I ask softly as I slowly turn to look at him.

It hits me square in the chest to see the way he is looking at me. It isn’t a look of appreciation or even one of satisfaction. No. The look he gives me is one of shame and maybe, guilt?

In a lighting quick move, he pulls out of me, fastens his pants and hits the emergency stop button, effectively opening the doors back up to the lobby. I scramble to the corner to hide from the concierge as I attempt to pull up my jeans. He doesn’t seem to notice though, because as soon as those doors opened, he was gone. I see his wide frame squeezing through the tiny doorway of the entrance before practically jogging down the steps.

If I didn’t feel his release running down my legs, I would say that I imagined it all. But the evidence is there, right next to my humiliation. It all makes so much sense now. I was nothing but an itch he wanted to scratch. The forbidden fruit. Now that he has had me, he is done with me. No doubt come tomorrow morning I will be unemployed and forgotten.

The elevator doors close as I lean against the wall numbly. I can’t believe that just happened. I mean, the whole elevator sex thing I get, even with him practically running away right after I can accept, I guess.

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