Page 56 of Giovanni the Savage

“I got you these,” I say. “I remembered you said that roses are the only flowers a girl deserves, so, I got these for you.”

“Gio,” she starts, but I cut her off because I know what’s coming.

“Before you say I didn’t have to,” I whisper, referring to all the times she’s said that when I got her things. “Just know that I have to. I’m going to prove my love every single day.”

“I wasn’t going to say that.” She chuckles and tries to rein in her tears.

I shrug. “Well, you always do.”

“I say that when you buy me extravagant gifts. Like when you got me a Hermes bag and a Van Cleef jewelry set,” she points out.

“My wealth is yours, Luna, and whether you like it or not, I’m going to spend it on you lavishly.”

I don’t wait for her response before diving in for another kiss. She wraps her hand around my neck and pulls me to her while tangling her tongue with mine. She starts moving backward and gets trapped between my body and her desk.

Exactly where I want her.

We’re in her office in a public building, but the only thing I can think about is fucking her brains out till all she can say is my name.

Her low-necked blouse and short pencil skirt are only speeding things up.

I hoist her onto her desk, and she leaves the flowers forgotten, unaware of the diamond necklace wedged between them. She’ll see that later, but she’s my prey for now.

I place wet kisses on her neck, and she responds with soft moans, clutching me tightly. At this point, my dick is almost bursting, and I’m aching to get into her.

“Are you okay with this?” I seek her consent.

I don’t think she’ll be okay with getting fucked in her office desk during working hours.

“Yes, fuck,” she replies, moving closer to the edge.

I flick her buttons off and smirk when I realize she’s not wearing a bra.

“Is it a coincidence that you’re not wearing a bra?” I hum.

She smirks. “The shirt is tight, so the bra would have only made it tighter.”

I knead her right breast. “You’re getting creative with your excuses.”

“You’re getting creative with your skills,” she sasses, but her eyes flutter closed when I pinch a hard nipple.

“Am I?” I ask and roll it inside my mouth.

I slip my hands between her thighs while hoisting her skirt up, and my tongue laps on her nipples.

“Oh, God,” she moans, grabbing my head harshly and keeping it in place.

“I think you meant to say Gio,” I smirk and shift her panties aside immediately, driving three fingers at once into her heat.

“Gio!” she exclaims, jerking backward.

I grab her hip, put her in place, and plunge into her heat.

“That’s more like it.” I smirk, loving how my name rolls off her lips easily.

“Please, Gio,” she mutters.

“What do you want, princess?” I ask, using my thumb to stroke her clit.

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