Page 66 of The Sexy Billionaire

Paige: Night, Gio.

“You like that don’t you, P?” he says. Wrapping my hair around his hand, he twists and pulls me up from all fours as he continues to rut into me. “Strangling my cock with your tight cunt, like my dirty girl.”

“Yes,” I moan as his cock fills me to the hilt, going deeper than before with the new position, my tits bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“You’re mine, Paige. You were my first and you will be my last, do you hear me?” Gio tells me and his thrusts quicken as he starts to chase his impending orgasm. “Say it, Paige.”

“I’m yours.” I moan as he hits the hidden sensitive nerve deep inside me that makes my toes curl.

“Say my name, the world needs to know who is owning you.” He growls.

“Gio … Gio owns me,” I scream as my walls tighten around him, his thrusts pushing me over the edge.

“I own you, you’re my good girl.” He groans as he fills me up.

“Fuck,” I curse as I bolt upright, my body on fire, every nerve ending tingling, and a bead of sweat crosses my brow. “What the hell was that?” I pant, then panic laces my body as I nervously look around the room as if people would know what I was dreaming about. I still, making sure my brother didn’t hear me orgasm in my sleep.

What is wrong with me?

18

PAIGE

Iupped my gym routine today, hoping to get rid of this sexual energy around me. I can’t keep having sex dreams about Giorgio, it’s embarrassing. We’re having dinner tomorrow night, and I don’t want to walk into his place like a horny teen. I’m heading home for a shower and probably a service with my vibrator while my brother is at work. It might be time to invest in an industrial-strength one instead because an hour and a half at the gym hasn’t cooled me down. I’m lost in my own world and don’t notice Michael standing out the front of Smith’s apartment until I’m closer than I’d like. I duck down an alley and suck in a couple of deep breaths; this can’t be happening. The protective order is in place. Why is he at the apartment? I pull out my phone and call Smith, but he doesn’t pick up. No. Panicked tears well in my eyes as I look around the corner again; he’s still there. What the hell am I going to do? The next thing I know, I’m dialing Giorgio.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” he says, greeting me warmly.

That’s when I lose the ability to speak, my throat becoming dry as if I’ve swallowed the Sahara, and nothing but a squeak comes out of my mouth.

“Fuck, Paige, are you okay?” he asks.

“No.”

“Where are you? Send me a pin.”

With shaky hands, I send him my location.

“Are you safe?” he asks as I hear crashing and cursing.

“Yes, I’m in an alley.”

“Shit, traffic is bad going uptown, fuck,” he yells away from the phone. “Is it safe for you to get into a cab or an Uber?”

I suck in a deep breath and have a look around the corner. Michael is staring at his phone and looking around, but not in this direction.

“Yes,” I whisper. If I turn left and go around the next corner, I’ll be out of his line of sight.

“Good, I’m sending you my address. I’ll wait downstairs for you,” he tells me.

“Okay,” I squeak, trying to stave off the panic.

“Paige, I’ve got you, okay? I promise I will not let him hurt you,” he tells me earnestly.

“I know.”

“Good, now go when it’s safe. I’ll be waiting.”

And with that, I end the call and take another look around the corner. He’s still standing there looking frustrated.You’ve got this. Just walk out as if you are a normal person, there are hundreds of people on the street, he won’t notice it is you.I take the first step from my hiding area and my legs almost give way, but I push on and knock into a couple of people before righting myself.Shit.Head forward and keep moving, which I do, and turn the corner, my heart racing and sweat beading all over my skin. Someone is looking out for me as I see a cab and rush toward it. I open the door and the driver nods. I give him the address and within seconds, we are taking off into the traffic and heading away from Michael. I can breathe now, and I sink backinto the seat. I quickly message Giorgio that I’m in a cab. He tells me he is waiting for me.

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