Page 86 of The Sexy Billionaire

“What would have happened if he had accepted? You would have been out a lot of money,” I question him.

“If it meant you were safe, it was worth it,” he tells me seriously.

My broken, cracked little heart gently thuds in my chest. “You hardly know me.”

“Hardly know you?” Gio huffs at my comment as his eyes narrow on me, then leans forward. “I know everything I need to know about you, Paige. The way your lips taste of strawberries when I kiss them.”

I bite my bottom lip, remembering what it felt like the other night to have his lips on mine.

“And the fact that after all these years, you still smell like coconuts. I can’t look at one without remembering what it felt like to bury my face into the crook of your neck and inhale your scent while my cock drove into you.”

Oh.

My throat becomes dry; is it getting hot in here? “Gio …” I say his name, more as a whisper than a warning.

“Just like that, you used to whimper my name as your fingers tangled in my hair and my tongue licked up every last drop of your sweetness.”

Fuck.

Heat flushes my face and along my chest; this was not at all what I was expecting when I came over to chat. Goosebumps prickle against my skin and my knees pull together, trying to stave off this throbbing need that he seems to awaken in me. Abruptly, I stand and head to the bathroom, needing a chance to get myself back under control. As I slam the door shut, something stops it. When I look up, Gio is holding it open.

“What are you doing?” I hiss as I rattle the door.

His hand grips the top of the bathroom archway, his muscles straining against his polo shirt. “You don’t need to run away from me, P,” he says, using my childhood nickname.

“I think I do, Gio.”

“Why? Do my filthy words have you so hot and bothered that you need to rub one out while remembering all the things I used to do to you? I can assure you I’ve refined my skills.”

What the hell has gotten into this man? Has the altitude gone to his head?

“If it has, that’s none of your business,” I bite back.

His eyes darken with heat, and I get lost in those molten pools. “I can help.”

“That’s nice, but I’m learning how to be an independent woman. It’s the journey I must take.”

He growls at my rebuff.

“Your fingers wouldn’t be able to get you off like mine can,” he adds, leaning in as his eyes dip to my mouth.

I’m sure he’s right, but that’s not the point. I’m way over my head with this man; he’s not the inexperienced young boy he used to be.

He steps away from me, letting me close the bathroom door.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I curse as I stare at my flushed face in the toilet mirror.He was offering to help.To what, join the mile-high club?It’s been too long since you’ve been laid, you should have taken him up on it.My friends are just there.So?I huff,frustrated with myself for letting him get me worked up so much. What the hell was he thinking, saying those things to me?

Storming out of the bathroom annoyed and still sexually frustrated, I walk over and take a seat beside him again. He raises a brow, noticing the mood I’m in.

Leaning forward in the chair, I say, “You can’t say those things to me ever again. Do you hear me?” I point my finger in his face for good measure.

“I was stating facts,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

Urgh, this man is frustrating. “I don’t care if you’re Casanova himself, we are just friends.”

His jaw tightens, and I can imagine him grinding his teeth. “Noted, Paige,” he answers gruffly.

“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” I say, getting up and making my way over to my seat. I set my boundaries with him because if I don’t, I know I am going to jump that man. My life is chaos right now and I’m not in the right frame of mind to be dealing with a man like him.

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