Page 76 of The Sexy Billionaire

“Thanks, send them up,” I say, hanging up. “Pizza’s here.”

Paige chews on her lip as she weighs up her decision.

“You said it was good pizza, and I can’t send you home with an empty stomach, my nonna would haunt me if I did.”

Paige laughs and shakes her head. “Fine, I’ll stay for pizza, but only because I want to see your face when you realize I’m right about New York pizza.”

I roll my eyes at her. “That will never happen.”

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GIORGIO

“What?” I ask, entering the kitchen and seeing my sister giving me a look.

“What do you mean, what?” She glares at me as I continue over to the coffee machine and make myself a cappuccino, ignoring her question. “Did you have a guest stay over?”

“No.”

Natalia huffs. “Why not?”

“Paige has her own bed,” I snip as I continue to make my coffee.

“Like that’s stopped you before.” She groans.

Turning around to my sister, I narrow my eyes at her. “Paige is not like any of the other women that I’ve had over before. You will treat her with some respect.”

Natalia sits up, clearly shocked by my words. “Guess I hit a nerve there.”

I scrub my face. I shouldn’t take my turbulent emotions out on her.

“What happened last night?”

I turn back to my coffee machine to distract myself. “Nothing, we talked, ate pizza, and then I escorted her home.”

“Thanks for everything today, Gio, you were a lifesaver.” Paige smiles as my driver stops in front of her brother’s apartment.

“Anytime.”

An awkward silence falls between us as we both try to work out how to say goodbye to each other.

“And I’m sorry about all the other stuff,” she adds.

“Nothing to apologize for.”

“Yeah, there was, but thank you for being gentlemanly enough to pretend nothing happened,” she says with a smirk.

“I can assure you, there is nothing gentlemanly about me, Paige.”

Her eyes dip to my lips ever so quickly before returning to my eyes; she swallows hard and a pink flush rises across her cheeks. She stares at me for a couple more moments; I can see a war raging behind those chocolate eyes.

“Fuck it,” she curses, and the next thing I know, she launches herself at me, again. Thankfully, this time we are hidden from prying eyes, except for my driver, who quickly assesses the situation and steps from the car, giving us privacy.

Her lips still taste of pizza sauce as they crash against mine. Her fingers run through my hair, sending a shiver down my spine. Reaching out, I grab her, positioning her against me, thanking the lord that she is still in her thin activewear as my fingers sink into her ass and pull her hard against me. My dick rises to the occasion, but he needs to know nothing is happening to him tonight other than my hand wrapping around it when I get home. She continues to grind herself against me, feeling every inch of my hardness against her heat, and I’m grateful for the tinted windows; otherwise, the good people of Chelsea would be getting a free show.

“Fuck, I hate that you feel so good,” she curses as she continues to devour me.

“I fucking love that you do,” I curse back. She gives me a huff as she continues to rock against me. And before I get a chance to offer my fingers for service, she pulls away from me.No, don’t do that, it was getting good.

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