With a guttural groan that was half-snarl, he lifted her up onto his desk. His hips surged, driving himself as deep as possible into her still-fluttering heat over and over.
Giana's arms went around his neck, and when she gasped his name, Rodrigo's release tore through him, violent and unstoppable, hot pulses of come erupting deep inside her.
He buried his face against her neck, biting down gently on the tender skin at the juncture of her shoulder, muffling his cry as the waves of intense pleasure crashed over him, leaving him trembling and spent.
They stayed locked together like that for long moments, breathing heavily, sweat-slicked skin pressed together, the only sound their ragged breaths and the frantic pounding of their hearts slowly beginning to ease.
Giana stirred first, lifting her head from his shoulder. Her eyes were soft, yet they still held a spark of that fierce light.
Slowly, she unwound the silk tie from his neck, letting it slither to the floor like a discarded trophy. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slid off his desk, landing softly on her knees between his legs once more.
"Sit," she commanded.
Rodrigo was still breathing hard, his cock slick with her. He sat back in his chair and watched, mesmerized, as Giana leaned forward and took off the condom, discarding it in the bin behind her. She licked a slow, hot stripe from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive head, cleaning him off with her mouth.
The sensation, so intimate, so fucking possessive, sent aftershocks of pleasure tingling through his oversensitive nerves. She took him into her mouth again, not deeply this time, just sucking gently, her tongue swirling, her eyes fixed on his face the entire time. It was an act of intimacy he wasn't sure how to react to.
When she was done, she pulled back, her lips glistening. She didn't stand. Instead, she crawled back onto his lap, straddling him again, heedless of the mess.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Deeply. Thoroughly. Her tongue delved into his mouth, sharing the taste of him. It was a surprisingly filthy move that had his dick trying to rally for a second round.
Rodrigo kissed her back, his arms wrapping tightly around her, holding her close, anchoring them both. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only the solid warmth of her body against his and the terrifying peace of belonging completely to another soul. They broke the kiss slowly, breathing each other's air.
Giana traced the line of his jaw with her fingertips, her touch tender now. "Was it okay?" she murmured, her voice shy.
Rodrigo let out a rumble of pure contentment that vibrated in his chest. He tightened his arms around her, burying his face in the curve of her neck again, inhaling her scent that whispered,home.
"Perfetto," he whispered against her skin. "Just like you."
38
When they walked into the conference room an hour later, Rodrigo's palm rested warm against the small of Giana's back. It was a simple gesture he had always wanted to try but had never dared. The low murmur of conversation died instantly, and every head turned.
Leo looked up from where he sat with Dante. His eyes flickered between Rodrigo's hand on Giana and the subtle, unfamiliar ease in her posture.
On the other side of the table, Dario winked at him, the smirk on his face practically audible.
Rodrigo rolled his eyes at his brother's, even as an affectionate grin twitched at the corner of his mouth. If they did anything to embarrass Giana, he would make them regret it.
Athena, meticulously arranging an array of throwing knives on a black cloth beside Kon, didn't even look up as she said, "Took you long enough. We were considering sending a search party equipped with noise-canceling headphones and a white flag."
"You owe me twenty euros, Edgeworth. You said by midnight, and I said by dinner," Frederica pointed out.
Athena pulled a face, reached into the pocket of her jeans, and tossed a crumpled note her way. Frederica caught it and tucked it down the front of her bra.
"You two are ridiculous," Giana said with a shake of her head. There was an exchange of silent, female messages between her and the two women, and then all three of them grinned at each other.
"I don't want to know." Rodrigo laughed softly and guided Giana toward the head of the table. "Whatever it is, I'm glad you got your money, Spartana."
"Don't you start with that Spartana shit," Frederica replied with a glare in Dario's direction.
Dario kissed the air in her direction before saying to Rodrigo. "The villa needs better soundproofing if you are still considering renovating. You two need some of that egg carton foam on the bedroom walls."
"Dario, don't be crude," Leo warned, though a corner of his mouth twitched.
"What?" he retorted, grinning unrepentantly. "I was going to tell you to get some too."
"Ignore him, baby. He's just jealous he's not getting any," Dante said, his hand stroking the back of Leo's neck.
