Page 62 of The Wrong Move

Sex in his bed.A big step forward. He has given me some great orgasms, and we have fucked by the pool in a moment of lust. Heading to Byron’s bedroom could mean he wants to make me his.

I want this.I want him.

Our lives are not woven. If anything, our careers are leading us apart. In a few days, fate will decide if I am to return to Italy. But we have this moment in time—one day and one night for each other. I stop at the base of his sweeping staircase and follow the railing.

His gaze flicks over my face. “What is it?”

I take his cheeks in my hands and pull his face to mine. “We can swim and fuck,” I say against his lips in an attempt to play the moment down.

Suddenly swept up in his arms, I let out a scream. With my arms around his neck, I study his amused expression as he takes each step. Not once does he struggle while carrying me.

“If this is a romantic gesture to win points, then I give you ten out of ten.”

“By the time I’m finished pleasuring you, Giana Monroe, I expect fifty out of ten.”

I giggle. “That’s not a thing.”

“It is, and I’m about to prove it.”

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BYRON

My planof taking my time kissing every inch of Giana’s beautiful body gets lost the moment her desperate mouth takes mine.

Our bodies ignited immediately. Giana spins me toward the wall and rips open my favorite shirt, popping two buttons. My fingers make light work of the rest to rid the shirt from my body and toss it to the side. Giana runs her tongue along my chest, down my abdominal plane, and hovers there while she unfastens my trousers.

Jesus, I’m so hard for her.

She yanks my trousers down and takes my dick in her mouth.

Leaning my head against the wall, I remember the last time her mouth was on my cock.God, I’ve missed this. Missed her.My hands are in her hair, assisting her rhythm as I build. It wasn’t part of my plan. It was supposed to be about her and damn Giana for flipping the script and taking the power.

But fuck, I’m so close to coming, I’m handing the control to her. She squeezes my balls as her tongue glides over the shaft,and I shudder, so damn close. Grabbing my ass, she pumps those lips over my cock, sucking harder and faster, and I lose control when the orgasm hits with a force, and I come in her beautiful mouth.

Pulling away, Giana wipes her mouth and gazes at me with the sultriest look in her eyes. She sits back on her heels, and I slide down the wall and kneel in front of her. We stare at each other for a moment.

“You still taste good,” she says demurely. My lips mash with hers, my cum still on her tongue, and suddenly, our mouths are wrestling. I’m overwhelmed by the lust inside me. She falls back and laughs as we untangle our legs. My face is close to her breasts—a perfect starting point. Reaching around, I unzip her dress and slide the straps over her shoulders until her breasts bounce free.

No fucking bra.

I take one nipple in my mouth to toy with, kiss, lick, and suck before moving to the other. Her moans goad me on while her neck arches in pleasure.

“I need this dress off you.” I tug it down her thighs and slide it off before throwing it aside. “And these.” Returning the favor, I take the thin strap of her thong and snap it with my fingers and teeth.

Giana gasps loudly. “That was my favorite.”

“As was my shirt.”

I spread her legs and bend each so I get a good look at her glistening folds. She is so wet for me. I give myself a moment to ingrain the memory in my mind, as it’s been far too long. I run one finger over her opening, then take it into my mouth, closing my eyes as I remember her taste. I insert one finger inside her and find her sweet spot.

Giana’s hips buck, her hands flying over her head as she moans in pleasure. I insert two, then three, and work her, usingmy other hand to hold her pelvis to stop her from moving about. She is close to coming, so I bury my face in her and suck her clit, licking and sucking as my fingers work her harder. She lifts her hips against the force of my palm, her arms thrown wide. She smacks the hardwood, which is killing my knees.

“Byron,” she moans. I love the sound of my name on her lips. “Byron,” she says in a higher voice.

I need to watch her beautiful face as she comes for me, so I slide to lie alongside her. “Why are we on this fucking floor?” I whisper, grinning when her eyes flash open momentarily and close again as my fingers pump harder.

My erection is pushing against her hip. I thrust against her, and she moans my name in a whisper as her cheeks flush with the beauty of her orgasm.

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