Page 43 of Taboo Flames

“I love it. Thank you, even though I still think you’re a controlling ass for changing the location of my studio without telling me,” I say. “What if I had hated it?”

“I’d have kept on buying buildings and redesigning them until you liked one enough.”

I roll my eyes at him. That is such a Gio thing to say. Ugh, what was I thinking, getting entangled with a man like him? He has way too much money and is far too relentless.

I walk to the office at the back and am equally amazed by the effort taken to decorate it. There’s a long line of windows behind my desk from where I have a direct line to the cafe.

“Bulletproof one-way glass,” Gio explains. “It’s the same with all the other windows in the building. The office doors also double as a security door that can turn this space into a panic room with one press of a button.”

“You are far too paranoid,” I say with a roll of my eyes.

“No, princess. If I were, I’d keep you in my bed, fucked out and too tired to think about leaving the house to go to work.”

His words cause my throat to go dry, and I mentally count how many days it’s been since he’s touched me. Far too many, by my count. I’ve been falling asleep in Gio’s arms every night since the attack at the mall, and while it has been great, a girl has needs.

I clear my throat. “I love my office too, and the slightly too much thought you put into the security measures. Thank you.”

Smirking, he says, “I know a way for you to thank me.”

I raise a brow at him. “I distinctly remember saying thank you.”

“Words have no meaning without the actions to back them up.”

“Who died and made you a poet?” I snicker. “I’ll make sure to write that on your headstone after I stab you with the pointy end of my heels.”

“Until then…” He digs his hand in his pocket and pulls out a small object.

I peer closely at it. “What is it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” he teases, his lips curving up in amusement.

“I’m thinking I should say no,” I say, crossing my arms.

He chuckles and walks around until he’s seated in my oversized chair, his eyes holding mine with fiery intensity. “Come here, princess.”

“I have a class in a few minutes.”

“I know. This won’t take that long,” he assures me.

I grin. “I didn’t peg you as a two-minute man.”

“Come,” he commands.

I walk over to him and drop down on his lap, my legs spreading over his knees with my back to his front.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear, making me shiver.

Then, he brushes my hair aside and places a kiss on the side of my neck as his hands trail up from my knee to the inside of my thighs until they come to rest over my panties-covered pussy.

Without any hesitation, he slides my panties to the side and pushes one thick finger into me. I moan, spreading my legs further to give him a better reach.

“So wet for me,” he grunts.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“It’s unfortunate that you have a class in a few minutes.”

“Fuck the class.”

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