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Something Mike had never really understood because he wasn’t wired like that. It had been one of the reasons they broke up. Sex with Mike had been enjoyable, but never really satisfying because he worried about hurting her, roughing her up. Jazzy liked a strong man in bed. At least, that’s what she always fantasized about. And a fantasy it had stayed since, after breaking up with Mike, she hadn’t found another man she had felt comfortable enough to expand her sexual experience with. Nor had she felt the desire to.

Up until the second when Gio Detta’s body pressed against hers. That man had “dangerous” written all over him, and she’d do best to stay far away from him. She didn’t need that kind of a complication in her life. If she’d learned anything from Mike passing away, it was that Death did not discriminate the young or elderly. Sooner or later, it came for everyone and when it did, there was only one question to ask yourself: did I live a full life? Mike had told her he had, though he did have one regret. He didn’t get to finish his bucket list. Something she had promised him she’d do for him.

So, no matter how her body burned for Giovanni Detta, her heart and mind had other plans. She was going to fulfill her promise to Mike, if it was the last thing she did.

CHAPTER 6

GIO

After returning from his visit to the Rossis, Gio was all wound up. He couldn’t get Jocelyn out of his head, which was annoying. He kept feeling her curvy body underneath him. The things he wanted to do to her…

Another thing was that he kept picturing her doing a fist pump for pulling one over on him by pretending to be Antonio’s assistant. Yet another sign she was going to be trouble. The little charlatan had met her match though. Like any other problem he had faced so far, he would meet any challenge she decided to throw his way. After all, nothing worth anything ever came easy.

Half an hour after he’d arrived at his city penthouse, the doorbell rang.

When he let Vanessa in and looked into her pale blue eyes, he realized she wasn’t the one he wanted. As usual, Vanessa looked flawless: perfect makeup, not a hair out of place, and a tight dress, hugging the exquisite body of a lingerie model. She wouldn’t be caught dead in sweaty workout clothes, her hair all mussed up.

She dropped her bag on the floor and took off her dress and bra, while she sauntered over to him.

“I missed you,” she said with a purr.

He wasn’t in the mood for any foreplay. He was about to tell her to bend over the arm of the couch, when Vanessa suddenly dropped to her knees. She quickly unzipped his pants, taking out his cock.

That was a new one. Like any man, he appreciated a good blowjob. He also knew there were two types of women: the ones that liked giving head, and the ones that didn’t. Vanessa was the latter. It didn’t mean she never took him inside her mouth, it just wasn’t something she instigated on her own.

After she gave him a few licks, he fisted her hair and fucked her mouth, hard and rough, pouring out all his frustration in his thrusts. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Jocelyn Rossi on her knees, curling her tongue over his dick.

When he heard Vanessa gag, he pulled her off his dick, then grabbed a condom and put it on.

“You don’t need to use one. I’m on birth control.”

Right. He wasn’t falling for that one.

He hauled her up and bent her over the couch, slamming into her, making her scream out his name until she came.

Oh yeah, those were the moans he’d been wanting to hear. There was no sound more beautiful than a woman giving into her passion. Showing a man that she loved her body, and enjoying the pleasure it could give her.

A few more pumps and he got off as well, dropping on the couch next to her.

Vanessa stretched her body out next to him, putting it on full display. She knew she was beautiful—though a bit skinny for his taste—and she wasn’t ashamed of showing herself off.

She stroked a nail over his pecs.“I was thinking maybe you could give me a key to the condo. After all, we’ve been dating for a while now.”

They’d been fucking. He didn’t do dating. And since when did two months constitute “a while”?

When she put a hand on his wrist, he had a feeling he knew where this was going. Some place he didn’t plan to visit.

She stupidly ignored the chill in his eyes, so he asked, “Yeah, and?”

“I think it’s time for the next step,” she claimed. “I want to get married. To become Mrs. Detta.”

So that was what the blowjob had been about. She wanted a ring on her finger. Unlike Jocelyn Rossi, who had literally fled the country to avoid said ring. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

He extracted her perfectly-manicured fingers from his chest and came off the couch. It was obviously time to let Vanessa go. “That’s not going to happen. Why don’t you pick up your stuff and leave?”

“What?” She blinked as if he was speaking in a foreign language.

“We’ve had a good time, but I’m done now. Raoul will drive you to wherever you want to go.”

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