-…you need therapy.
LORENZO:
-Probably. But you need my cousin. So. Trade?
I cover my mouth with my hand and look around. Across the table, Gio still looks unfazed. His finger is tracing slow circles on his notepad.
ME:
-Okay. But if she murders you, I want it on record that I tried to stop this.
LORENZO:
-Accepted. If she kills me, scatter my ashes over your Spanish hotel bed. The one where Gio probably almost broke your spine.
ME:
-LORENZO WHAT THE FUCK.
He sends me a heart emoji.
Five minutes later
Lorenzo raises his voice like he just remembered something genius.
"Wait—before we move on, the Spain samples, did anyone grab those?" A couple of people glance around, confused.
He continues, effortlessly. "They're locked in the back room. Only I have the key. Rava, Gio, you two saw the real ones in person. Go grab what you think fits best."
Gio stands slowly. Straightens his shirt. Doesn't say a word. I follow, doing my best not to look like I've just been sold into some secret deal with the mafia.
As we pass by Lorenzo, he leans in with the cockiest smirk I've ever seen.
"Fifteen minutes," he whispers. "Make them count."
I don't respond. Because I already know we will.
We have fifteen minutes. That's all Lorenzo gave us. Fifteen minutes away from that suffocating table. Fifteen minutes where I get to stop pretending I'm not going out of my fucking mind. And the second Gio slams the door shut and locks it, I’m on him.
I grab him by the collar, shove him back against the metal shelf, and kiss him violently.
I gasp and he takes that as an invitation to shove his tongue deeper. I've got his bottom lip between my teeth, and I bite it.
He fists one hand in my hair and the other wraps around my throat. My knees nearly give out. I'm gasping, already drunk off the tension, and his hand squeezes just a little harder around my neck.
Yeah. Yeah, that'sexactlywhat I want. I smirk against his mouth, barely able to talk through how wrecked I sound. "Harder."
His eyes flash. The pressure tightens and I moan, whimpering silently into his mouth. "You like that?" he whispers, lips brushing my jaw as he pins me to the wall.
"Obviously," I pant, kissing his neck multiple times. "What gave it away?" I ask, smiling. He smiles back, and then crashes his mouth back onto mine like he's done letting me talk. I bite his lip again. "You look so hot in that shirt," I breathe against his mouth. "I couldn’t stop staring at you."
He chuckles, low. "Yeah? You gonna do something about it?"
I kiss him harder. He grabs my ass. Hard. Drags me into him. I gasp. "You were thinking about last night."
"I was thinking about your mouth." He slides a hand between my thighs. I almost buckle. "Oh my god—"
"The noises you made when you came between us."
