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“Why not?”

“Because if I step over that threshold I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you.”

Her lips form a perfect O in response before she nibbles her bottom lip again, then turns around and walks toward her door. “Are you coming then?” she calls out to me.

25

PAIGE

Seeing Gio wrestling with his needs is the biggest turn-on. I’ve never had someone literally vibrating with so much lust that they need to hold themselves back from me.

It’s hot.

He gave me an option. The ball is in my court, and honestly, maybe it was the wine I had with lunch or the dolce vita-ness of being in Italy, but I thought, fuck it. When do I get to do something for myself? I haven’t stopped thinking about what it would be like to be with Giorgio again since the moment he stepped back into my life. Every single time I thought about going further, something made me hesitate and maybe that was New York and all the links I had back there, pulling me away from this. I just want a moment for myself to feel beautiful, desired, and wanted. To feel like a woman again after everything Michael put me through, and Giorgio Fiorenzo is the man to help make this happen.

Letting go of the elevator door, I walk the couple of steps toward my apartment before turning. Gio is standing in the elevator, holding the door open, his dark brows pulling together. Perhaps wondering about my angle, hoping I might finallygive in to this undercurrent of familiar flirtation that has been swirling between us for weeks.

“Are you coming then?” I ask, then slide the key into the lock and open the door.

His eyes widen, his brows shooting up high on his face before he steps toward me, his palms hitting either side of my head against the doorframe and making me take a step back. The heat smoldering from his dark chocolate eyes is intense and hot, forcing a shiver to run down my spine.

“Paige,” he hisses, and I watch his veins strain against his biceps, his fingers digging into the doorway.

I bite my bottom lip and stare at this beautiful man. “I know,” I answer him.

“Fifteen years I’ve waited to taste you again,” he confesses.

Shit.

As I swallow down my nervousness, I say, “And you don’t think I’ve wondered the same thing?”

He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t know, you blocked me.”

“Of course, I did. You broke me,” I bite back, the swirling heat inside of me quickly turning into a raging inferno of anger as I remember seeing the two of them together.

“Paige, get inside,” he commands, which has me standing up taller. Where the hell does he get off talking to me like that? The sudden change in tactic has given me whiplash. “If you don’t turn around and shut this front door, then I’m going to fuck you in this doorway and fill the corridor with your screams.”

Oh.

I quickly move inside, putting my bag on the side table before moving further into the apartment. Is it wrong to have sex with my childhood ex here? Am I desecrating the apartment somehow?

“Get out of your head, Paige,” he tells me as he closes the door, then pulls his wallet out of his pocket along with his phone and places them on the side table next to my bag.

How does he know I’m in my head? I could be thinking about anything right now. The moon, the stars, and eggplants suddenly come to mind.

“You’re doing it again,” he says, stalking slowly back toward me.

He’s right. And I hate that he is because he’s giving me this cocky look that says,It may be fifteen years, but I still know you, and it’s true, but I don’t need him to know it’s true.

“Get on your knees, P,” he demands.

Get on my … what? I’ve never had a man talk to me like that before, but somehow, I feel compelled to do as he asks. It’s the accent, the voice, any woman would do what he asked, listening to that deep-timbered voice. My legs buckle and I slide to the floor.

He reaches out and cups my chin, turning it up toward him as he looms over me. “Such a good girl.” He grins, which starts my nerves firing on all cylinders. I’ve seen this happen in porn, but it’s never happened in real life. Is that why Michael cheated? Because I wouldn’t get on my knees for him? He never asked, never wanted to do anything adventurous. Like fucking me over the restaurant’s kitchen bench—guess he only saves that for his mistresses. “Paige,” Gio’s voice thunders around me, making me straighten. “Unzip and take me out, you need something to concentrate on, so you will get out of your fucking head.”

I hate how he can read me so easily. I’d thought after all these years the connection we had wouldn’t still be there. That being around him would feel different, but it doesn’t; it’s as if he’s always been there.

“Paige,” he growls again, knowing I’ve let my mind wander. My hands quickly unzip his jeans; he’s thickening right beforeme as my hand slides over the taut material, pulling a hiss from his lips. I like that sound. So, I do it again, running my nails along his material-covered cock. I watch as his body tenses underneath my touch.I can’t believe I’m doing this.

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