Page 63 of Power Pucking Play

My fingers lazily trace patterns along her side, as I mock-sigh. "You're trouble, you know that?"

She bites her lip, clearly enjoying this as much as I am. "Good thing I know how to handle trouble," she retorts, dragging her fingertips lightly across my chest.

I pull her even slower. "You might be the only one who can," I admit, feeling a warmth that's unmatched. Her presence is intoxicating, a bliss that I never want to end. "But I better quit while my ass is ahead. I'm not sure I have the energy for another round."

"Is that a challenge, Gio?" Her hand reaches between us to squeeze my thigh, dangerously close to reigniting the fire.

"Well, you did ask for all of it," I smirk against her skin, trailing my lips along her shoulder, savoring every inch.

"Mm, maybe I underestimated how much you had to give," she purrs, twisting slightly to meet my gaze.

"There's plenty more where that came from, trust me." I catch her earlobe between my teeth, drawing a soft moan from her.

"Guess I'll have to, won't I?" she breathes.

"Tomorrow," I promise, sincerity and exhaustion mingling in my voice. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

"Good," she murmurs contentedly.

We settle deeper under the covers, her body warm and pliant against mine. For a moment, there's a disbelief in my body—and the overwhelming knowledge that this wonderful woman in my arms is all mine.

With all my fucked-upness, I can only pray that I can keep her there.

As sleep starts to pull me under, the last thing I hear is her soft whisper, "Goodnight, Gio," just before my eyes flutter shut.

Chapter 20

Lexi

Iwake up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the hotel curtains and the even softer sound of Gio's breathing beside me. For a moment, I just lie there, drinking in the sight of him.

His dark hair is tousled from sleep—and, let's be honest, from our activities from last night—and there's a hint of stubble along his jaw that I find insanely fuckable.

God, when did I become such a horny animal?

This man and his emerald green eyes are my kryptonite, and as if sensing my gaze, Gio's eyes flutter open. He blinks a few times, confused, before his eyes land on me and a slow, lazy grin spreads across his face.

"Morning, Brookes," he mumbles, voice still rough with sleep. "You planning on staring at me all day, or do I get a good morning kiss?"

I roll my eyes, but I can feel a smile tugging at my lips. "Cocky much, De Luca?"

"You weren't complaining about my cockiness last night," he smirks, pulling me closer.

And just like that, we're kissing. It starts soft, almost tentative, like we're both still not quite sure this is real. But then Gio's hand slides down my back, and I arch into him, and suddenly there's nothing tentative about it at all.

As our kiss deepens, I let my hands wander, fingers tracing the contours of his chest.

I pull away slightly and start trailing kisses down his neck, savoring every inch of skin between us. My lips move lower, brushing over the hard planes of his abdomen, feeling him tense beneath me. I hear his breath catch, and a low chuckle escapes him.

"Gio De Luca, struck silent for once?" I tease, glancing up to see his hooded gaze fixed on me.

"Made speechless by you, Brookes. I'll happily complain later."

With another grin, I continue my descent, my lips skimming down the V-line next to his hips.

He's gloriously naked. And hard already.

Meeting his eyes once more, I kiss the tip of his erection, grinning at his sharp intake of breath. Then, without another word, I wrap my mouth around him, and his response is immediate, a strangled noise that makes my pulse quicken.

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