"You have the most inappropriate owner. You know that, Lulu? Just absolutely unhinged."
Lulu meows like she agrees. I pet her little head.
He takes Lulu from my hands, gently lays her down on the bed. Then he turns to me. Pushes me backward. "Wait what are you—"
Before I can react, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me down onto him. Straight up yanks me on top of his bare chest. I freeze. Full body contact. Face to face. Skin on skin. And he just…closes his eyes. "Hey," I mutter, trying not to completely lose it.
"Don’t fall asleep now."
He doesn’t answer. A strand of his hair falls over his face, so I brush it aside without thinking. "We’ve got one last meeting, remember?"
Still nothing. I swallow. My hands are on his chest and I’m trying really hard not to notice how warm he is. How freaking good he smells. He exhales slowly. I panic.
"Your bed gives me the worst flashbacks."
At that, he smirks, eyes still shut.
"The worst?" he mutters. "You mean thebestorgasms of your life?"
I laugh. "Was it that obvious?"
He moves quickly.
He flips me over so fast I don’t even process it until I’m flat on my back, staring up at him. He’s grinning like a fucking demon. My heart is racing. His eyes are locked on mine. Then his voice goes lazy.
"Tell me what you did this morning."
I blink. "What?"
He leans in, almost smiling. "You heard me."
I swallow hard. "Um… I got somereallybad coffee. With Daisy. And then we—"
His fingers go to my belt. Unbuckle it. One click. Then another. My voice cracks. "Gio—what are you doing?" He doesn’t even blink. "Keep going, I was listening."
My mouth goes dry, but I nod. "Uh, yeah, then we walked a bit. Talked about… something stupid, I think? And she—"
His hand slips inside my boxers. I stutter mid-sentence. He runs his other hand through my hair, tilting my head just enough so my glasses slip a little down my nose.
I see him through the blur, and fuck, he looks unreal. I’m supposed to keep talking. I know that.
But he moves again, his hand stroking me, and I can barely breathe. "I don’t even—fuck, Gio…"
He hums against my neck. "What was that?"
I groan. My hips buck without permission. "You’re doing it on purpose," I whisper, barely. His mouth is on my throat, giving me hot, open-mouthed kisses.
"Keep talking," he whispers. "Or I stop."
"Okay," I say fast. "Okay, I will, just—don’t stop." My voice trembles. I try to finish the dumb story. But every word dies on my tongue when he strokes me harder.
He kisses just under my jaw. "Still listening."
I’m gone. His hand is around me. I can’t breathe right. My back is already lifting off the bed, hips chasing every stroke. "She said, um, Lorenzo was gonna—I think he was gonna pass by later and—" His thumb rolls over the tip and I breathe in too hard.
"Tell me more, baby, I know you can."
I die a little. I try to keep talking.
