Giovanni’s gaze heated as my wandering hands moved further up his thighs, my fingertips just barely grazing his hard length, for which I was rewarded with a sharp grunt. He’d been hard since I’d grinded on his lap and kissed him silly. What he didn’t know was that I was wet between my thighs and more than ready to show him exactly how much I was attracted to him.

I wanted Giovanni’s help, but I also genuinely enjoyed working with him. We were a formidable team. With Brenden, we’d been the three musketeers. Somehow all that changed with the introduction of Bianca and then the deaths of our parents. I wanted to go back to the time it was just us three and our happy parents.

“Giovanni, our new reality has changed.” I kept running my hands up and down his quads, my fingers purposely grazing the firm bulge behind his slacks as I forced his legs to open wider.

I crawled on my knees until I was fully between his thighs. Boldly, I cupped his length with my entire hand and smiled devilishly at him when he moaned, the sound bouncing around the too quiet room.

“Jules,” he grated, but I felt his hips press forward, pushing his length deeper into my hand, as though he couldn’t help himself. Even when I could clearly see the restraint in his expression, I proceeded to stroke him from balls to tip. His jaw was firm, the muscles in his neck and cheeks bulging. He showed his teeth when I shifted my hands to his belt and started to slowly pull the leather through the metal buckle.

“Let me show you how amazing it could be between us, Gio?” I taunted breathily and licked my lips.

His gaze went from heated to a burning inferno. “This isn’t smart,” he warned, but didn’t stop me.

I undid his belt, drew the zipper down, then curled my fingers around the waistband of his slacks. His breath was sawing in and out of his chest as he watched me insert my hand into his black boxer briefs and pull out his thick, long, cock.

“Damn, so not only are you hotter than any man has a right to be, you have a monster cock too?” I teased. I’d barely gotten a glance at it years ago.

He was about to speak when I gripped his length and swirled my thumb around the glistening tip before stroking him down to the base.

“Fuckin’ hell, this is going to be complicated.” He grunted but moved his hips in an alternating pattern from my strokes.

I grinned. “Oh Gio, you have no idea.” I bent forward and swallowed him whole, all the way down to the base.

One of his hands dove into the back of my hair where he fisted it at the roots and followed my movements up to the head, where I laved at the bulbous crown. A cat lapping up all the cream. I rolled my tongue around the mushroom capped top, sucking at it until more of his arousal seeped at the tip.

“Christ Jules, where the fuck did you learn that?” Gio’s hands tightened at the back of my head as he cupped my jaw and pulled me off his cock. I was immobile, my lips just grazing the sticky head. I flicked my tongue out and teased the slit at the top, making sure to get every drop.

“Dirty girl,” he hissed, his tone dripping with desire as arousal rippled through me. My entire body ached. My clit pulsated as my lower body clenched with the need to take him inside.

“Let me…” I flicked my tongue, barely getting a taste of him from where he held me hovering at a distance. I gazed up at him from my position on my knees, submissive to his whims, his cock standing hard and proud.

“You want to take this cock down your throat again, Julianne?” He growled. “Taking me so deep you choke on it until I explode?”

I mewled and nodded, suddenly desperate to give that to him. To make him lose his mind so completely that we both got exactly what we needed.

“Tell me what you want?” His grip in my hair tightened almost to the point of pain. But that slight jolt of discomfort setme reeling. He’d stumbled upon a side of me I didn’t even know existed but wanted desperately to explore.

“I want you,” I whispered.

He shook his head and shoved my head toward his length. Instantly, I gobbled up his cock like it was a feast and I hadn’t eaten in days. My throat had barely been breached, my nose nestled against the black trimmed curls at the base as my pussy clenched around nothing, arousal coating my lace undies, when he yanked me off again.

“No, dammit!” I griped, trying to move my head back to my tasty toy, but his hold was strong. I couldn’t even stick my tongue out and tease him at that distance.

“You will do as I say, Jules,” he bit out, almost as if he was angry but hadn’t tipped over the edge. “You suck my cock when I say you can, not when you want. Am I clear?” He commanded in a sexy snarl that made my heart pound and my clit throb.

“But—” He cut me off at the quick.

“When we are being intimate likethis, you do as I say, or we will never work out. I need control in this. Do you understand?” His nostrils flared as his gaze pierced mine. Those eyes said he was about to give me unspeakable pleasure, the likes of which I’d never experienced before. I simply had to trust him.

I was so turned on, all I could think about was putting my mouth back on my prize until he satisfied me by shooting down my throat. Fuck, I could practically taste it now. I panted, my gaze going from his weeping, hard cock, to his magnificent face. I couldn’t help my response. This Jules was suddenly not me. She wasGiovanni’sto mold and play with until we mutually got what we wanted.

“Say you understand, or this stops now,” he clenched his teeth.

“I understand.” I trembled.

He smiled devilishly, an entirely different Giovanni sitting before me. This man was confident and arrogant, unconcerned that his cock was out, the tip wet with my saliva and his arousal.

He’d never been sexier, even including the single night we’d had. This was a new, mature Giovanni. A man who knew exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it, and just how he expected his woman to tend to him. I couldn’t fucking wait to rock his world. Because this whole experience was obliterating mine in ways I wouldn’t be able to contemplate until later, after it was all said and done.