Page 100 of The Sexy Billionaire

Oh my gosh, she’s insane.

Paige: Thanks for today.

Giorgio: Thanks for lunch or the orgasms?

Paige: Both.

Giorgio: You’re welcome.

Taking a leaf out of Savannah’s fuck-it book, I’ve decided to ask Gio to come over again for some fun. I’ve never ordered a booty call before.

Paige: I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow.

Giorgio: Just work, why?

Of course, he has work;it’s Monday, Paige, most people start their working week then.

Paige: All good.

Giorgio: Paige.

I can hear his commanding voice through the phone screen.

Giorgio: Say what you wanted to say.

You can do this. He’s already been inside you, just ask him to do it again.

Paige: Fine. I wanted you to come over and do what we did today, again.

I hit send. Shit. No. That’s too much. What the hell was I thinking? It’s probably a turnoff—a woman being that forward.

Giorgio: Look at that, my day has suddenly become free.

I burst out laughing at his comment.

Giorgio: I’ll be over at nine.

Giorgio: You’ll have the house to yourself, won’t you?

Paige: Yes, all day.

Giorgio: Good. See you then. Rest up, you’re going to need your strength for tomorrow.

I fall back against the bed and scream into my pillow.

The concierge has just called and let Giorgio up, and now the nerves have kicked in. Savannah told me to wear my silk robe and nothing underneath it because“you both know why you’re there, no need to pretend.”I’m now rethinking her suggestion as my nipples press against the fabric.It’s too late now.Panic rises in my throat, what do I do?Act natural, Paige. You’re both consenting adults.It’s all fun and games sitting behind ascreen and typing out what you want, but standing here now, it’s nerve-racking. There’s a knock at my door, which makes me jump. I bite my lip and hesitate before I move toward the door. Opening it, I’m greeted by Giorgio looking as handsome as ever in tailored shorts, a polo shirt, and deck shoes. In his hand is a large bouquet of flowers, pink peonies, to be exact.Oh.That’s sweet.His eyes widen as he notices what I’m wearing, and a smirk falls across his lips.

“Come in,” I say, holding the door open for him. He nods and enters the apartment. I close the door behind him and follow. He places the bouquet in a vase on the dining table. Then he is stalking toward me. He grabs my face and gives me a searing kiss.

“I couldn’t stop dreaming about you last night,” he states.

Oh.

“My dick was hard the entire night. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep like that?” He chuckles.

He was hard all night thinking about me. Why is that hot?

“I’m guessing that can’t be comfortable.”

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