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“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t ever want to share you, either.” I’m stunned at my jealousy, but Gio is different. It didn’t hurt me when Steve left me for Paisley McGee, but Gio would be another story.

“So, what you mean is you want a retest?” I look at him, and his eyes sparkle as he visibly relaxes.

“Yes! I want to retest. ” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him more room. He pins me down on the couch with his body, as his lips find mine. This is going to be fun.

Last night was so perfect, but Gio thought it’d be best if we slept in our own rooms. I think he wanted to take care of his hard-on without me watching. I don’t need to have sex right away with him; he made me come last night with his fingers, and it felt so good. But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t love to go all the way with him.

This morning, I decided to do some yoga on the beach. The sunrise was stunning, and I loved the background noise of the waves as I focused on being thankful for being here with him. Once I made it back inside, I got to work in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. As I plate some eggs and biscuits, I feel a strong body behind me, caging me in.

“Good morning,” I say as I press my back against his front.

“Smells good in here,” he says, taking a whiff of my hair. I’m not sure if he’s talking about me or the breakfast I prepared, but whatever it is, I can’t help but feel his words in my core.

“I saw you at the beach through the windows—was that yoga?”

I nod, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around me. I want to enjoy this time with him as much as possible—I’m not sure when we’ll get the chance to escape reality.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says against my ear, and goose bumps travel all around my body.

“I’m listening.”

“ I would like another lesson before breakfast.” I turn with curious eyes to face him.

“What do you have in mind?” Gio smirks, then suddenly lifts me off the ground and places me on the countertop.

“I want to taste you.” My lips part at his words, and my body is ablaze. I simply nod my agreement. Even though he’s blushing, he smirks at my response and opens my legs to stand closer to me. As soon as his lips touch mine, a little moan escapes me, and Gio bites my bottom lip.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You don’t know what that little moan does to me.”

“Show me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He takes his shirt off, and his gorgeous and sculpted chest is on full display for me. I graze my fingers over his abs, and he clenches at the contact.

When I go to explore his biceps, I notice a wolf tattoo on his left arm. It’s beautiful. I trace it with my fingers and he says, “When you wanted the plush Husky, Cobalt,” he smiles at the memory, “I knew we were meant to be. I’ve always loved wolves, and Huskies are so similar.”

I place a soft kiss on top of his tattoo. “I feel it too, Blue.”

Gio starts removing my yoga pants and stops mid-thigh. “Is this okay?” he asks, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“More than okay.”

He nods with a smile. “I don’t want to get another B-plus,” he murmurs, and I throw my head back, barking out a laugh.

I can’t believe he’s still thinking about the grade I gave him last night. My laugh dies quickly when he moves my panties to the side, and his tongue slides through my core.

“Oh my god,” I say in a throaty tone as my hands go behind me for support. I can feel Gio smiling against my core, and the next thing I feel is his tongue playing with my clit. I start panting, feeling needy and ready for more.

“Am I doing a good job, Miss MacAllister?”

“Yes, but it’d be best if you remove my panties.”

Gio rips off my emerald green lace panties, and I whine—they weren’t cheap.

“I’ll buy you one in every color,” he says before lunging for my pussy and sucking my clit, hard. My arms give out, and my back hits the cold marble countertop—I don’t care how cold it feels; Gio has my insides on fire. My hands find his hair, and I tug him toward me. He understands the urgency of my movements, and his mouth leaves my pussy only momentarily, as one then two of his fingers enter my channel.

“Oh, Gio. This feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He continues his assault on my sensitive clit, and I clench, making it harder for his fingers to go in and out of me.

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