Page 34 of Undeniable

“So, how long until you are ready for round 2?”

A wicked grin spreads across his face before he bends down and hauls me over his shoulder. I squeal in surprise and slap his back but he only chuckles as he damn near runs all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. He tosses me onto his oversized bed making me bounce from the impact before he crawls on top of me like a predator that is about to feast, and feast he does. Needless to say, the night is filled with much more O’s than Z’s.

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The next morning, I wake up wrapped up between a thick pair of arms. For a moment, I forget where I am and panic. Then I remember last night and panic even more. I slept with Giovanni last night. We had wild hot sex on his kitchen counter and then 2 more times in his bed. I am waiting for the shame or dirty feeling that usually comes with sex in my experience to follow but it doesn’t, instead I just feel…satisfied.

He isn’t totally off the hook for the shit that he pulled a few weeks ago and there is no way in hell I will ever open up the possibility to us being more than this, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get satisfied by an unbelievably sexy man, right?

I try to slide out of bed, but Gio’s arms only tighten around my waist. I laugh lightly before I try to remove them, but they don’t budge.

“Stop moving,” he grumbles into his pillow.

“I have to get up. It has to be well past 7,” I say as I look at the sunshine that is streaming in through the bedroom window.

His arms unravel from my waist instantly and he jumps out of bed as he checks his phone.

“Shit. 8:02AM.”

He quickly starts going through his dresser and grabbing clean clothes before striding into the bathroom. I stand there awkwardly for a few minutes before I decide to put on my clothes from last night, sans panties since those are currently in the trashcan downstairs. My jeans are a little baggy now that I don’t have a button, but my shirt is thankfully long enough for it to cover at least.

I decide that I should probably get downstairs before Alessandro catches me up here. I don’t even want to think about how a conversation like that would go. When I get downstairs, I see that it is still empty, so Alessandro must still be sleeping. Good.

Honestly, I am a little surprised we were so reckless last night. Alessandro could have easily heard us or walked into the bedroom in the middle of the night. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to, though. Giovanni is intoxicating. I felt almost drunk in his presence, and I know that it wasn’t the beer at dinner that had me feeling that way.

I pull out some ingredients and start making some pancakes just as Alessandro pads into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

“Morning kiddo. Pancakes sound good?”

He nods as he slides up onto the chair at the island. Alessandro gives me a funny look as he wrinkles his nose.

“Aren’t those your yesterday clothes?”

I freeze. Quickly, I toss out the first excuse that I can think of.

“I have two of these. It is my favorite shirt.”

His eyebrows knit together before he shrugs. I breathe a sigh of relief that he is such an easy going kid and drops things just like that. As soon as I pass Alessandro his pancakes and eggs, Gio steps into the room freshly showered as he fastens his tie.

My stomach twists with anticipation as to how he will interact with me. Is he going to blow me off again? Will he ignore me? Pretend that it never happened? Is that what he wants? Is that what I want? Hell, this is all way too much for me to handle at 8AM.

Surprisingly, he does none of those things. Instead, when his silver eyes catch mine, something meaningful passes through them and he gives me the ghost of a smile like we share a secret. I try to contain my smile but do a horrible job of it, so I turn around and pretend to busy myself with wiping down the counter.

“Hungry?” I ask while continuing to wipe down the already perfectly clean counter.

Only a few seconds pass before I feel the heat of a body hover just behind me. Gio reaches around me to grab a mug and the pot of coffee on my other side, pouring his drink casually like he has all the time in the world. After 7 seconds, because I totally counted, he sets down the coffee pot and begins to pull away as he lowers his lips to my ear.

“Starving,” he murmurs before gently nipping at my ear lobe.

I suppress a moan as I clench my thighs together. He pulls away casually like he didn’t just make me melt into a puddle in the middle of the kitchen as he walks over to say good morning to Alessandro. The little sweetheart seems to be none the wiser to his father’s blatant seduction as he scarfs down his plate.

“Well, I have got to get going. I will see you both tonight.”

His eyes stay on me as he says the last part, shining with a promise for what is to come. A thrill runs through me in anticipation for what is to come. I squeak out a bye and soon he is walking out the door with a carefree grin on his face and a swagger in his step that is definitely new. Cocky bastard knows he is hot shit. He knows how he affects me, and he seems to enjoy it. I know I do.

Chapter Thirteen

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