Page 37 of Power Pucking Play

I can feel every subtle movement of Gio’s fingers as they continue to tantalize me.

Each stroke ignites a desperate hunger within me, pulling me further into the blissful sensation.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his voice low—a seductive taunt. "So ready."

I want to reply. To banter back. But I’m caught in this whirlwind of sensation, barely able to catch my breath.

“Please,” I gasp, uncertainty mixed with a fierce need.

The way he expertly navigates my body, his fingers pressing just right, drives me closer to the edge. It’s like he knows exactly how to push my buttons, each caress a delicate reminder of the line I’m teetering on.

“Just a little more…” I whisper, my heart racing.

The chaotic thoughts fade, leaving only the intoxicating scent of my arousal swirling around us. I can sense the climax building, tightening within me like a coiled spring, and all I can focus on is the ride he’s taking me on.

An inexorable journey toward ecstasy.

A journey I've never been able to take with any man except for Gio.

And I hate it. I hate how he knows me so well.

He can push my physical and emotional buttons like no one else can.

My body is a sensual symphony that only Gio can play. Which makes it harder to be near him. Which makes him the most dangerous assignment I've ever had.

Despite my efforts to deny it, Gio is my weakness. His steady rhythm sends shockwaves through me, his thumb tracing patterns that ignite every nerve.

"You know you crave this, Lexi," he murmurs, his deep voice full of desire. His deep green eyes lock onto mine, heightening the tension. Each word pulls me closer to the edge, and as he increases the pressure, my body shudders.

"Let go for me," he softly commands, and the heat within me demands release. I whimper, the world turning to a haze as I feel my climax slam into me.

My back presses firmly against the cool surface of the hotel room door as he holds me upright, his hands anchoring me in place.

Each caress sends delightful tremors cascading through me. I can feel the weight of his gaze as it roams my face.

His lips brush against my neck, and suddenly, all rational thought dissolves into a swirl of need.

"You’re exactly where you belong, Lexi," he whispers, his warm breath making my skin prickle.

Gio's hands come up to cup my face, and I fist my fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer. It's like every snarky comment, every heated argument, has been leading to this moment.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard. Gio rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.

"Well," he says, his voice rough. "That's one way to end an interview."

I laugh, the sound a little shaky. "God, we are so screwed."

He grins, and it's equal parts wicked and endearing. "Probably. But what a way to go, right?"

He kisses my lips softly, his tongue brushing against them in a gentle tease before pulling away. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, and it's intoxicating.

I lean in to steal another kiss, but Gio pulls back slightly. "As much as I want to keep going," he says with a smirk, "I think we should probably get back to work."

I groan playfully, knowing he's right. I have a deadline to meet. Notes to write. I smile, saying nothing more as he zips my jeans back up and buttons them.

He blinks. "Have a good night, Brookes."

I don't even get to tell him the same before he turns on his heel.

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