Page 49 of And Everything In Between

She smirked, heat glinting in her eyes. No words needed.

Giovanni maintained eye contact as he stripped down, pants and boxers dropping to the floor in one fluid motion. His arousal stood proud between them, thick and imposing even in the dim glow from the TV behind them. He sat back down with a mischievous grin on his face while he flexed, making his dick jump slightly.

Paige stepped toward him, pulled by something she couldn’t deny anymore. He moved like he’d been waiting—one strong arm wrapping around her waist, the other lifting her leg with surprising gentleness until her foot rested on his chest. He kissed her ankle and shook his head. The position opened her completely. He traced a path of soft kisses upward, each one hotter than the last, until he sank lower, eyes locked on her as his mouth claimed the spot that had been calling to him all damn night.

There, he paused. Inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored her scent. Then, a taste, quick, electric, that made her lean closer, she was so thankful for that free Pilates class at Burn Central.

His tongue sampling what was to come had her leg trembling against his shoulder, a small betrayal of her need.

He caught her gaze, the corner of his mouth lifting in knowing satisfaction.

“Later,” he murmured, recognizing she was already beyond the point of patience. Foreplay could wait for another time, right now, she needed him inside her, and the feeling was entirely mutual. “Next time just say that.”

She nodded.

Giovanni grabbed a condom and slid it on as Paige watched through hooded eyes. She was covered, but she could never be too careful. With care and gentle strength, he guided her down, one hand settled on her neck as he eased her into place. The pressure of his grip was both comforting and commanding, making sure she took him slow—deep, but never rushed.

She hissed, lip caught between her teeth. Took a second to adjust, to settle, to feel him.

And then she moved.

Slow at first, giving herself time to stretch around him. He filled her to the edge of pain, but it was the kind of ache she didn’t want to end. The kind that made her press her palm to his chest and ride it out, inch by inch.

Giovanni’s head fell back against the couch, lips parted, breath punching out of him. “Fuck, Paige…”

She rolled her hips, clenched down just to feel him lose it. He cursed and grabbed her ass with both hands, holding her still for a second.

“You tryna kill me.” His voice came low, ragged, eyes locked on her like she was his only mission.

“Shut up and take it,” she whispered, leaning in, chest pressing against his.

She found a pace that made his thighs flex under her—slow grinds with just enough bounce to make his eyes shut tight. He met her halfway, hips snapping up with more power than he probably meant to. She moaned into his neck, nails dragging over his shoulders as sensation crept up her spine, hot and dizzying. The couch creaked beneath them, a rhythmic beat in sync with the slick sound of skin meeting skin, and every time he shifted deeper, her breath hitched.

“Say you missed me,” he groaned, mouth at her collarbone now, kissing, biting.

“I did.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard, tongue and teeth and all the things.

“I missed you, Giovanni. A lot.”

He growled into her mouth, stood with her still clinging to him, and turned, laying her out across the massive sectional. Her legs locked around his waist before he could even settle.

Now it was him in control. He drove into her deep and fast, hands braced beside her head, eyes locked on her love face as he fucked her changing both his mind and hers.

Paige was gone.

Writhing under him, mouth open in a silent cry, hands squeezing his side. She neededsomethingto hold onto before she came undone completely.

“Don’t hold that shit back from me,” he said, voice low and ragged with heat.

She nodded, biting her lip so hard it was almost bleeding. He slid a hand between them, thumb finding her clit, pressure just right. He slowed down, knowing that’s how she liked it when she was close.

“Come on, baby.” His tone left no room for hesitation.

And she did.

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