Page 68 of The Wrong Move

“Sì.” They take my bag and follow me to reception. As I look around me, I’m graced with the hotel’s beauty. I speak with the receptionist and ask her to call Giana to the foyer, telling her it’s a surprise. She points to a lounge to wait.

My heart skips a beat every time the elevator doors open. I check my watch. Three minutes.What is keeping her?

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BYRON

My leg bounceswith the unwelcome ideas springing to mind. Fuck this. I stand and turn toward the sweeping staircase. Giana stands on the third step, frozen.

Our eyes meet, and her lips part.

She grips the rail before taking the next step.

I stride to meet her before she takes the final step. At this height, she can look me in the eye. Her hands fall over my shoulders as I bring her in for a tight embrace.

“Mr. Hendricks,” she whispers.Fuck.My dick reacts to her calling me that. She leans back and stares at me, her thoughts whirling behind those pretty brown eyes. “You’re full of surprises.”

I push flyaway strands away from her beautiful face. “This was a good surprise, I hope?”

She kisses me once. “Yes, it is.”

I kiss her hard, tasting her, and tighten my arms around her waist as she falls into me. All I want to do is scoop her into my arms and carry her up the stairs to her room.

“Mi scusi, signore.”Excuse me, sir.The concierge stands to our side with my bags.“Quale stanza?”What room?

Giana speaks in Italian to the concierge. The way she uses her hands as she speaks, one wouldn’t know she is American. I hear her mention her name, and the wayGiana Monroerolls off her tongue with an Italian accent hits me hard in the chest.

So fucking sexy.

She smiles at him, and he bows with a nod.

“Shall we?” She takes my hand, beaming her beautiful smile for me, and I take the first step by her side—the first of many steps I’ll take to be by her side this weekend.

Giana unlocks her door, and once inside, I flick it closed with my foot as I take her into my arms.

“I’ve missed you,” I say against her lips.

Her hands cup my face as if she never wants this kiss to end. We walk backward, our lips locked.

“I’ve missed you too. I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispers, then pulls at my shirt. “I need this off.”

“With pleasure.” Giana sits on the bed, watching my hands as I unbutton my shirt. “What time are you expected in the studio?”

“Soon,” she says casually. Her eyes lower to my trousers. “Something just came up.” Her eyes meet mine with a hint of playfulness.

“Something?” I continue to strip for her. First, I undo my buckle, then I stall to bend and slide each foot out of my Amadeo Testoni shoes.

“Testoni?” Giana asks in a higher voice.

After learning of Giana’s love for Italy, I bought the fine Italian leather footwear. “Have I impressed you?”

Her gaze flicks over my face. “You’re full of surprises, Byron Hendricks.”

I unzip my trousers and slowly push them down my thighs, watching her expression as I do.

Giana licks her lips. “Wait.” She springs from the bed and peers up into my eyes. “Allow me,” she purrs.

Her delicate finger slides under the band of my underwear, our gazes still locked. I see the yearning in her eyes, matching the lust pumping to every inch of my body. She slowly slides the elastic down until my erection bounces free. Her gaze lowers. Giana falls to her knees and takes my cock in her hands, assessing the thickness. Her lashes flutter. She looks fucking perfect from here. Her lips part as she takes me in, and all the blood leaves my brain, heading south. In seconds, I’m heady, and the fatigue from the trip is lost as excitement rips through my bloodstream.

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