Page 64 of Power Pucking Play

I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue, keeping my eyes locked on his as I take him deeper. Gio's hands tangle in my hair, and his hips jerk, a broken curse slipping past his lips.

"God, Lex, you're fucking incredible," he groans, the words rough and breathy.

The praise sends a thrill through me, urging me onward. My fingers dig into his thighs, steadying myself as I build a rhythm, each glide earning me more of his sinful murmurings.

"Just like that. So perfect."

His hand tightens, guiding me, encouraging me to take him as far as I can. The way he watches me, eyes dark and hungry, pushes me close to the edge.

"You're doing so fucking good, baby." His voice is a low growl, each word a stroke against my skin. The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breathing and my own heartbeat thundering in my ears.

With each filthy affirmation, I give more, desperate to drive him over the edge, to hear the way he unravels for me. Only for me.

My heart races as Gio's grip tightens, and the heat in his gaze sears into me. Every word he utters is like a match, striking against tinder, setting me alight.

I savor the push and pull.

The way his body responds to every flick of my tongue and hollow of my cheeks. The way his hips buck with a wild desperation.

I brace myself, eager to give him everything he's been pushing for.

"More, Lex. Fuck, just like that," he growls, each syllable a command that sends a shiver through me.

His hands tighten, almost desperately, in my hair as I feel him drawing ever-nearer to the edge. I keep my eyes on his, observing the tumult of emotions flickering there, knowing I've caused every single one of them.

The intensity builds, a crescendo of ecstasy, until Gio's entire body shudders and he spills into my mouth.

I swallow instinctively, my hum vibrating against him as I do, drawing out his release and savoring the taste of his surrender.

Gio's moans crackle through the room, their sound twined with my satisfaction as I continue my gentle ministrations, ensuring every moment of his climax is savored until he finally relaxes, spent and utterly mine.

When we finally come down from our shared high, I'm sprawled across Gio's chest, both of us breathing hard and grinning like idiots.

"Well," I say, propping my chin on his chest to look at him. "That's one way to start the morning."

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Beats coffee any day. And you know that's saying a lot for me."

We lay there for a while, trading lazy kisses and even lazier conversation.

It's nice. Peaceful. So of course, my brain has to go and ruin it.

"Gio," I say, sitting up slightly. "What are we going to do?"

He frowns, his hand stilling where it had been tracing patterns on my back. "About what?"

I gesture vaguely between us. "This. Us. I mean, you're still my story. I'm still your...whatever I am. We can't exactly go public with this."

Gio's frown deepens, and he sits up, forcing me to readjust my position. "Why not?"

I blink, caught off guard by his directness. "What do you mean, why not? Gio," I scoff. "There are rules. My network has strict policies about fraternizing with subjects. Not to mention the potential conflict of interest..."

"So what?" he cuts me off, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Lexi, what we have here—it's real. At least, it is for me. Are we really going to let some corporate rulebook dictate our lives?"

I sigh, running a hand through my tangled hair. "It's not that simple, Gio. This is my career we're talking about. Everything I've worked for."

"And what about everythingwe'veworked for? Doesn't that count for anything?"

The hurt in his voice is like a knife to my gut. "Of course it does. You have to know how much you mean to me by now. But we need to be smart about this. If we go public now, it could ruin both our careers. We need time to figure things out, to finish this story and then...then we can see where we stand."

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