Page 52 of Giovanni the Savage

He doesn’t move away, and neither do I. We’re both staring at each other while I inhale his intoxicating scent. He smells of sandalwood and expensive cologne; it smells safe.

I glide my eyes across his face and notice his tired eyes; his lips are also chapped, which makes him look different.

I boldly raise my hand up and place my palm on his face. He instantly leans into my hand and shuts his eyes in satisfaction.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, rubbing my thumb on his cheek.

I don’t know what I’m doing, caressing my boss’s face, but at this moment, it just feels right.

“Right now, yes.”

His admission warms my heart, I trail my palm down and feel the heat from his body.

“You’re running a fever,” I note.

“Am I?” He feigns innocence.

His hand circles my waist, and he pulls me an inch closer till our bodies touch.

“Yes, you are.” I circle my hands around his neck. “Is that why you couldn’t make it to work?”

“Busted,” he mutters. “But I also had work to do from home.”

His head nestles in the crook of my neck, and he blows a breath on my collarbone before placing a wet kiss on it.

“God,” I moan when he repeats it thrice on the same spot.

“I’m sorry about your health,” I apologize.

“I’m feeling better now,” he mutters on my skin before sucking my flesh into his mouth.

“Gio,” I breathe, pulling his head closer.

“Say that again,” he orders, and when I don’t, he nips harshly at my flesh.

“Gio.”

“Good girl.”

His praise makes butterflies take flight in my stomach.

He removes my bag from my shoulder and lays it on the table while feasting on my neck.

My fingers rake through his hair as I pant for air. I dip my hands underneath his shirt, his body heat almost makes me pull it out.

“You’re really hot,” I comment.

He smirks. “I know.”

I mentally face palm. “I meant your body temperature.”

He hums. “I know that too.”

I’m about to speak again when his lips brush mine lightly. He places a chaste kiss on them before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

A strangled moan slips out, and I open my mouth to grant him entrance as his tongue slips through. This seems to unlock different emotions. One second he is calm, but the next, his hand is fisting in my hair and pulling out my hair tie while his tongue is driving into my mouth mercilessly.

He tastes like coffee and whiskey. I try to taste even more of it by entangling my tongue with his. His hands move down my back and rest on my ass before squeezing lightly.

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