“If I wanted a fucking conversation, I would have had it by now.”
“Ineed it, Gi.”
I roll toward him. He’s on his back, his eyes are closed, moving his hurt arm gingerly. The pain etched on his face evaporates my frustration instantly.
I grab pillows and tuck them under his arm. “Keep it elevated,” I whisper.
He exhales softly. I trace my fingers through his damp hair, my eyes on his lips, his jaw, the faint stubble that’s already grown back. He smells like soap and amber. Like home.
Pain fuels his desire; it always has. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, I’m not going to push.
Tonight, I’ll protect him.
And tomorrow, I’ll make sure he never saysnoto me again.
29
Tommy
Iwake up on high alert when I can’t roll over, can’t move my legs, can’t move my arms. Adrenaline floods my system, and I try to wrench myself free violently on the bed. Gi shrieks and flies off me, landing on the bed next to me.
“What the fuck? Gi? What’s happening?” I twist to see my good arm tied to the bedpost and glance down to find my legs tied to the footboard. My hurt arm is stretched out straight across the bed; the tie is looser but not loose enough to escape.
Giovanna is kneeling on the bed, looking smug. “You slept really hard. It took me forever to get you tied up, and I was sure you were going to wake up, but you were dead to the world.”
“Painkillers, Giovanna.” I yank at the ties.
“I guess it’s a good thing it was just me then,” she says sweetly, batting her eyelashes at me.
“If you’re about to do what I think you are—”
She puts her finger to my lips. “You said you wanted to have a conversation. So let’s have a conversation.”
“What part of talking requires involuntary restraints?”
She tilts her head at me and grabs the hem of her tank top, peeling it off slowly. Her breasts bounce free, her dark nipples are hard, and my cock stiffens.
Fuck.
“It’s called compromise, Tommy. You didn’t specify where we’d be or what we’d be doing.” She bends over me, sticking her ass in her little cotton panties in the air. Her nipples just barely graze my skin as she licks the ridges of my abs. I groan, instantly hard.
When she reaches the waistband of my pajama shorts, she stops and lifts her gaze to meet mine, her hazel eyes shining wickedly through her long dark lashes.
I’m fucked.
“Why aren’t you talking?” She smirks as I lick my lips.
“Gi, I’m just trying to—”
Keeping her eyes on mine, she drags her nails lightly over my shorts, following the outline of my cock. Which is betraying the fuck out of me right now, hard as concrete and pointing right at her.
“Keep talking, daddy. I’m listening.”
I can’t stop the growl from reverberating through my chest, and I start to twist away from her as best as I can. “Untie me right fucking now.”
She sits up and laughs, her eyes sparkly and bright. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Beautiful and undeterred. She bends, pressing her mouth to my cock, blowing warm air through my underwear. I almost come with that single touch.
