Page 69 of Dangerous Games

“This used to be my bedroom growing up.”

I avert my gaze as I study the room, trying to picture Gio in here. “Is this where you brought back all the ladies?”

Gio laughs. “No. Ma would have had my ass if she found out I snuck a girl in here. Doesn’t mean I didn’t try.”

“Of course not.” I roll my eyes.

Teenage Gio was probably a massive player. I shouldn’t be jealous that he tried to bring girls here because I have no right to be. Plus, it makes me sound like a psycho to get mad over a hypothetical situation.

But here I am.

“I saw your face when Delaney was giving me shit. I hope you believe me. I don’t pay for women.”

“I do.” I swallow. He hasn’t given me a choice not to, and something in my gut tells me that’s the right decision.

Gio looks relieved, and it’s in that moment that I didn’t realize he was worried I wouldn’t believe him.

“You’re the first girl I’ve brought here, Bronwyn.”

There’s something special about him bringing me up here. I don’t know what or why, but it feels deep, and it feels right. I’m not sure what comes over me. Maybe I want to give him a memory to last a lifetime for sharing something with me. Maybe I just want to be different.

I reach for his belt, waiting for him to stop me before I undo it, but he doesn’t. His intense brown eyes are looking down at me, waiting to see what I do next. The ball is in my court. I undo the button on his slacks with ease, as if I’ve been doing this for years.

“What are you doing?” His voice is low and rumbly, igniting a flame inside me.

“Don’t worry about it,” I answer, my tone just as low as I push his boxers and slacks over his toned ass. I squeeze on my way down, the cheeks feeling firm and muscular. I’ve been wanting to do that on my terms since the day in my apartment.

His hard cock springs free, staring at me, weeping as he waits for what’s coming. My panties dampen as I inhale his musky scent. He isn’t clean-shaven, but he’s trimmed.

I feel like I hold all the power as I sit on the bed before him. He may be standing over me, but he’s at my mercy.

“Babe—fuck,” Gio groans as my tongue darts out, licking the head of his cock like a lollipop, making sure to get every last drop of pre-cum that’s trickling down the base.

Mmmm. He tastes salty.

His hand laces through my hair, keeping my head in place as he tries to force his cock between my lips. I clamp them closed, not letting him enter until I’m good and ready.

“Baby,” he rasps as he lets up. I continue my task of how many licks it will take to get him to blow all over my face.

“Mmm?” I moan out, making him curse.

“I-I need you to ahh—ahh, shit.” My tongue laps around the base as I make a trail to his balls, lightly sucking one into my mouth before moving on to the other, giving it the same amount of attention. “I need your mouth.”

I ignore his plea.

I won’t give in until I hear the magic word.

I release his ball with a pop before trailing back up to his throbbing head. It almost looks painful as more pre-cum leaks out. I lick that up too.

Maybe the owl was wrong.

From the way Gio’s thighs are shaking and his ass is clenching, it might not take long to get the prize at all.

“Bronwyn,” Gio snaps, but his tone doesn’t hold any weight. I look up to see his heated brown eyes blazing down at me as my tongue circles his head, each lap getting faster and faster. “Shit, shit, shit,” he chants as he falls back and his mouth parts, the tendon in his neck bulging out. “I need you, baby. I need you in a bad way.”

I feel empowered having a man who can have anything he wants in this world begging for me.

But he still hasn’t said the magic word.