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Paige stood in the doorway for a second longer than she meant to, her heart slowing from watching him. She stepped in quietly and sat beside him on the edge of the couch. The smell of him, soap, skin, and wave grease.

She reached out gently, her fingers brushing his arm.

He stirred but didn’t wake up.

Paige smirked, leaning back on her heels for a second. She looked at him. Drank him in like he did her all the time. The way his eyes relaxed. The way his chest rose and fell. Peace was attractive on him. Even in sleep, he looked like the kind of man you could fall for if you weren’t careful.

She wasn’t careful.

Quietly, she slipped one knee over his lap, easing her weight down onto him slowly. His body responded to the contact, even unconscious, his hands found her waist, his breathing became ragged, but he still didn’t wake.

She moved forward, her mouth inches from his.

Then she ran the tip of her tongue across his top lip at a snail’s pace.

“Vanni,” she whispered.

His eyes fluttered open immediately, brows pinching, breath catching like he couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not. But it was because his dick was up and ready to slide up in something.

Paige giggled, right in his face. “That was payback.”

Giovanni blinked once, then again, his voice still thick with sleep. “Paige? Why you playing? Shoulda pulled this monster out.”

“Mhhm.” She gave him one more slow kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back to look him in the eye. “Get up, nasty.”

He let out a soft groan, hands finding her hips like instinct. “This what we doin’ now? Wakin’ me up with tongue and attitude?”

She grinned, shifting in his lap slightly, to make her point. “Don’t act brand new. I owed you that.”

Paige braced her hands against his chest, feeling the heat of him under her palms. Her nails dragged lightly over the fabric of his tank, teasing, grounding herself. His hips were already moving under her, begging her to give into him.

“What else you owe me?” he asked again, voice rough, lip caught between his teeth.

She pressed closer, her lips brushing his chin as she playfully said, “A real kiss… but not yet.” Then she kissed the spot below his ear instead.

Giovanni let out a sharp breath, his fingers tightening on her hips like he was fighting the urge to flip her and take it right there.

“Stall me out, P,” he murmured, nipping at her jaw.

The sensation caused her back to arch forcing her breasts to press against his chest.

His hands slid down to her thighs, slow and heavy, gripping and massaging her lower back. She gasped and moaned when he rocked up again, the thick imprint of his dick hitting right where she was aching for relief.

“You tryna ride this dick or what?” he asked, voice barely above a growl. She answered by grinding down slow and deep until he hissed through his teeth while gripping her waist tightly.

“Don’t do that unless you ready to pay the price,” he warned.

Paige smiled, “I’m good for it.”

And that was it. Giovanni sat up in one smooth motion, grabbing her under the thighs and pulling her even closer. Mouth on her neck, tongue hot, hands sliding up under her shirt. She panted, softening against him, every inch of her on fire.

The teasing was gone. So were the jokes. All that was left was a silence so heavy it made her squirm. Heat, hands, lips, and two people who had waited long enough. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, revealing perfect, perky breasts tucked into a powder blue lace bra to match her shirt. Giovanni let out a low whistle, hands skimming her shoulders, guiding the fabric down and off like he was unwrapping a precious gift.

When she reached to pull off his tank, he let her, watching her eyes as the shirt cleared his chest. He grabbed her by the neck and stole a kiss, hungry, deep, full of everything he’d been holding back. Her lips still tasted like cherry gloss, and damn if that wasn’t becoming his favorite.

She stood and slid out of her pants, semi bald pussy all in his face glistening, slick, and most definitely warm.

“No panties again?” he muttered, eyes tracking every step she took. “Paige, baby, we gotta talk about that. You out here with ass movin’ like thunder rollin’ in the deep.”

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