CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The past week has beenheaven and hell, and Gia is one hundred percent to blame. I drop my towel on the bathroom floor and pad across my bedroom to my walk-in closet, naked. I take a pair of black Hugo Boss slacks off the hanger as well as a black shirt and go back into my bedroom, tossing them on my bed.
I’ve never fucked a woman in my bed before. Never imagined one in my room. Never wanted one in my personal space, but I can picture Gia’s dark hair draped over my pillow, her long legs stretched across my bed.
I can’t go three fucking seconds without thinking about her body. Hell, I want to blame my wandering mind on her tits or ass, or even her tight pussy, but it’s more than that. So much more.
It’s her sense of humor, her stubbornness, her pride, and hell, I even like how she stands up to me. I pretend to let her talk that way to me in front of my men because we’re posing as a happy couple for my staff and the public when we do go out. But it’s all an act.
Truth is, it turns me on when she challenges me. When she turns her smart mouth on me. Has it only been three days since she gave me a blow job in my gym with that sweet mouth? I have a feeling she never did that before, and she admitted as much later in the sauna.
I can’t even begin to imagine how fast I’ll come when she has more practice. It isn’t her technique that has my balls tight and my cock hard as steel.
It’s...her.
“Shit.” I swipe a pair of boxers from my drawer and get dressed. The last thing I need before going to Parisi’s is a distraction. I slip on a pair of loafers and head to my office. I slow as I pass Gia’s bedroom door.
It’s early. The sun isn’t even up yet. I can go in there and fuck her, have a clear mind before meeting with Lorenzo.
Her door opens and Gia comes into the hallway dressed in her workout clothes, tiny shorts, a sports bra, and a cropped tank top.
“Well, hello,” she says with a sly smile. She assesses me from head to toe. “Looks like you won’t be joining me in the gym.”
I purposely planned my workouts even earlier so as not to run into her there again. Lucca typically uses the gym after his night shift. We were lucky not to have been interrupted by him. Or maybe he did see us and left before we spotted him.
My men have seen me fuck other women. If a call comes, they know when to take a message and when to get me. Have I been annoyed mid-fuck when they’ve pulled me away from a woman? Sure. But in the end, I’m always grateful that they understand my priorities.
Would Lucca have thought Gia was a priority? Is a priority? I doubt it. Had I been needed, he would have ended our sweaty gym session. I don’t want him walking in on Gia, though. She’s different from the others.
“I take that as a no.” Gia lifts her shoulder and brushes past me.
I reach for her shoulder and tug her back into my front. “Later,” I whisper in her ear, and grin when I feel the goosebumps on her skin.
“Promise?” Her voice is husky with need.
I rub my hardening dick into her backside. “You’ll want to be well rested for what I have planned for you.”
She arches her back, pushing her ass against my dick. I rub my hands down her shoulders, and she turns in my arms.
“When will you be back? I mean...I’m not trying to...” she looks away, focusing on the wall behind me. “I can have lunch or dinner ready for you whenever you get back.”
Her offer is different from Maria’s usual question about mealtime. To her, it’s a job. To Gia, it’s as if she wants to make me a meal, eat with me.
“Dinner.” I study her lips, envious of her tongue when it licks the corner of her mouth. Kissing has been off the table for over a decade. A woman’s lips don’t tempt me. Only Gia’s.
“Okay. Sure. Um, what would you like to eat?” She lifts her dark eyes to mine.
“You.”
Her cheeks turn a bright pink, and she blinks away embarrassment. I like how she is so easily ruffled. My hands rest on her hips when my phone buzzes in my pocket. Cursing and thanking the disruption, I take out my cell and read the text from Marco.
As suspected, the water patrol has reported unusual activity on the rocky shores near Parisi’s vineyard. My man on the inside hasn’t noticed anything unusual, but that could be because Lorenzo and Antonio figured I have a mole on their staff.
Another reason why I keep my staff limited to only what and who is necessary. Lorenzo has an army of men working for him. It’s easier to plant my man, and it’s more likely to have someone run his mouth.
Pocketing my phone, I move away from Gia, needing the physical and mental distance for what I have planned today. I need to get my head back in the game. I quickly glance at her before I walk away, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes when I don’t do what I know she wants me to do.
Smile.