Page 118 of For Your Eyes Only

“Oh, God…” My palms flatten against the wall, and I’m moaning, meeting his vigorous fucking with my own.

His hand is between my thighs, massaging my clit as the streaks of orgasm flood my veins, as fire burns beneath my skin. I’m moaning and writhing as I start to come with his cock so deep in me, hitting me harder, finding the place where my mind begins to fry.

“Oh, shit, there… right there!” My voice rises to a scream as he groans, thrusting harder.

My legs break into trembles as I orgasm, and I’m afraid I might lose my footing. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me up, and the hand massaging my clit begins to slap. The sharp slaps make me scream, and I’m pulling him deeper into my hungry core.

“Fuck,” he groans deeply, and I feel him pulsing, hot jets filling me. “Fuck, yes.”

Our bodies stiffen, and we collapse forward against the wall, fusing together in ecstasy. The hand between my thighs now smoothing me, bringing me down, and I reach back to scratch my fingers in his hair, to seal my mouth to his as our tongues lick and curl and consume.

When we’re once again able to breathe, I turn in his arms. He smiles down at me, eyes brimming with possession and warmth and all the feelings surging in my belly.

“I love you, Giana Rossi.” It’s a thrill straight to my heart, and I rise on my toes to kiss him again.

“I love you so much, and I’ve got so much to tell you.”

Stepping back, he switches off the shower, reaching for a thick towel to dry us off and two plush, white terry robes to wrap around our bodies.

“Let’s have some wine, and you can tell me everything.”

Following him to the kitchen, I thread my fingers in his as I rest my head on his shoulder. He goes to where he reheated my signature spaghetti from last night and prepares us both a bowl, sprinkling freshly grated parmesan cheese on top.

“Mira invited me to help her on a photo shoot today.” I take a sip of red wine. “The photographer was that man you knew.”

“Jacque Carlisle?” He follows me as we carry our dishes to the table. “He’s a big deal in the fashion world.”

“He asked me to model for him.” We take our seats, and I shake my head, waving my hands. “It all happened so fast. He restructured the entire shoot around me, said I’m his muse… Pietro was furious, but Mira was thrilled. Anabella, too.”

Trip’s smile is calm, warm. He has that easy confidence I love so much about him as he reaches across the table to hold my hand. “Jacque has a type—real women. I don’t blame him for wanting to work with you.”

Getting out of my seat, I round the table to sit in his lap. He scoots back so I can straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder. Strong arms surround me, and I allow the warmth of him to flood into me, easing my fears and boosting my confidence.

“I was so overwhelmed.” My voice is quiet, and his strong hand slides up and down my back. “I might’ve told him you were my agent.”

“I can be your agent—if you really want that.”

My head pops up. “You would?”

“I’ll do anything for you, my love, but you might prefer someone who actually knows about the modeling business. I can make some calls and find the best person for you.”

Chewing my lip, my chest is so tight. “None of this would've happened if you hadn’t believed in me and made Anabella believe in me.”

“I only gave you a helpful nudge.”

I meet his eyes again, and I don’t know how to say what I'm feeling. “I want all these things, but more than anything, I want you with me. I want us to be together… in all of it.”

A different smile curves his lips this time, not casual or aloof, but serious. “My beautiful Gia, I had a plan in mind for tonight, but I don’t want to steal your thunder.”

“What was your plan?”

He pats my side, and I climb out of his lap so he can go to his coat, hanging by the door. “As I told you, I’ve cashed out all my holdings in Florida. Franco has taken over those businesses, and Bianca and the girls are with him now.”

“She told me what happened after you sent me away.”

He nods, turning to me, his pretty eyes so earnest. “I’ve done everything I can to ensure our safety here—your safety in particular. From what I’ve been able to learn, no one is searching for me. I’ll always monitor that situation, but I’m not going back to the states.”

My lips part in surprise. “What about your family? Your friends?”

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