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“ Y ou cannot keep getting hard.” I yawn, rolling the wrong way—of course I do—and it only makes things worse. Gio scoots closer, spooning me tighter, and I swear his dick wedges itself even more firmly between my thighs. “Oh my God, Gio, I won’t be able to walk today.”

My words are muffled against the pillow, but I know he hears me because his laugh rumbles low and soft against my back.

Thank God I don’t have a class .

I would be limping.

His mouth finds the space between my shoulder blades, his lips warm and soft against my skin. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, and I burrow deeper into the comforter, snuggling down into the mattress.

Most comfortable.

Bed.

Ever.

I could live in here.

I hum, drowsily. “Never leaving.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his hand slipping under the comforter to rest on my hip .

His fingers are warm, his touch gentle, with the undercurrent of possessiveness in the way he holds me. I don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling.

I can feel it, the curve of his grin against the back of my neck.

I try to focus on the warmth of his blankets—they smell like him too—the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his arms feel like the safest place in the world. Every nerve in my body is tuned into him, into the way he feels against me, into the quiet intensity of his touch.

“Comfortable?” Gio murmurs, his low rasp causes me to shiver despite the warmth of the blankets.

“Mm,” I hum, pretending to be unimpressed though my body betrays me with every subtle arch and shiver. “I was until you turned into an octopus.”

Honestly, his hands are all over me.

“Octopus?” He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “I’m keeping you warm.”

“Is that what you call this?” I tease, twisting slightly to glare at him over my shoulder. “I’m pretty sure you’re the reason I couldn’t sleep.”

Not all.

Not even a little.

We had sex three times, which is a record for me.

His lips brush my neck again, just below my ear, and I feel him smirk. “You weren’t complaining last night.”

I roll my eyes, yawning at the same time. “Last night was different. Last night, I wasn’t trying to sleep.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so sexy and irresistible.”

I melt into that comment and lie. “Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“Are you sure?” he murmurs, hand sliding lower, just above my best bits. “I think it’s working.”

I let out a dramatic sigh, though it’s hard to sound annoyed when his lips are making a trail of fire down my shoulder.

It feels so good .

Best way to wake up…

My eyes flutter shut as I try to resist how good it feels, but I’m losing the battle. I should be annoyed. I should push him away, climb out of this bed and get dressed to reclaim my morning as mine.

Go be productive! Carpe Diem , seize the day!

Instead, I tilt my head just slightly, giving him more access ‘cause I’m thirsty like that.

“You’re way too confident for someone who hogs blankets and snores.”

“I don’t snore,” Gio feigns offense, nipping at my shoulder.

“Oh, you definitely do,” I tease, glancing at him over my shoulder. “It’s like sleeping next to a bear.”

His hair is a mess, the bed head sticking up in a way that should look ridiculous but only makes him more attractive. Gio looks as tired as I feel, but still in a great mood considering how early it is.

He is in no rush to shoo me out of his place.

“You just told me you got no sleep last night.”

Busted.

His giant hand squeezes my hip before it begins tracing lazy patterns against my skin. Over my pelvis. Around my belly button.

“You’re not running for the hills.”

“I’m too tired to run,” I whisper with another yawn. “And you’re warm. Like a space heater.”

I roll onto my back, tilting my head to look up at him fully, and the sight nearly makes me lose my train of thought.

Big smile. Crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he looks at me. A nose that drags itself down the side of my neck, sniffing me like he can’t get enough.

“How ‘bout I cool you down with a pussy full of my dick?”

A laugh bursts out of my lips and I pull the blanket up further, covering my face.

“Oh my God—you sound like a massive perv. ”

“Answer the question, Austin.” He laughs, tugging the blanket back down, exposing my breasts, his mouth creeping dangerously close to my nipple, his lips pressing hot, warm kisses on the swell of my breasts.

I don’t usually sleep naked, but when I do …

I don’t mind morning sex.

“You’re lucky you’re slightly above average at the sex.” I can’t stop myself from giving him a hard time. The longer we lay here, the more awake I feel, the funnier I become. Ha ha.

“Above average?” he repeats, leaning down until his lips hover over mine. “Is that your final answer?”

“Yup,” I pop the ‘p’ to be a brat, though my smirk falters when his hand slips between my thighs, index finger slipping its way inside my pussy.

Despite myself, my legs part by several inches …

“Still only above average?” he teases, his voice low and rough.

My teeth catch my bottom lip, something I know he likes. I’ve seen the way his eyes watch my mouth when I do it and I do it now to drive him crazy.

“Will you put another finger inside me if I say yes?”

Gio shakes his head slowly.

No.

That finger inside me begins small circles over my clit and it’s not enough…not nearly enough…

I bite back a moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as my head falls back against the pillow.

“If you want my face between your legs, say my name,” he whispers next to my ear, voice thick with lust. He’s horny, too, kissing the corner of my mouth, hand still working its magic in my pussy, and I can barely think straight anymore.

“Gio,” I manage to gasp, though it comes out as more of a plea than I intended. I want his face between my legs but I also want another finger inside me.

Decisions, decisions .

He shouldn’t make me choose.

“Yeah, baby?” His tone is playful, but his eyes are dark, full of heat and focus as he watches me come undone beneath him.

“Why can’t I have both?” I muse out loud, realizing he hasn’t heard my inner turmoil. His hand stills, just enough to drive me mad and I wiggle my ass so he gets the message: keep going .

Don’t stop!

“Are you pouting?”

“No,” I reply, though my voice is breathy, and the way my bottom lip juts out, betrays me.

“No?” He tilts his head, pretending to consider my words, though the glint in his eyes tells me he already knows exactly what he’s going to do. “Because I think…you want my fingers and my mouth inside you. Unless I’m wrong.”

He’s not wrong.

I nod, breath hitching as his thumb brushes over my clit, the slightest pressure that leaves me aching for more.

He chuckles, leaning down until his lips are just a whisper away from mine. “Greedy.”

I open my mouth to argue, but he cuts me off with a kiss—hot, hungry, and entirely too consuming.

So greedy.

“You can have both, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice muffled as he moves lower. Sucks a nipple on his way down. Licks on it. Blows so it puckers. “But only because I can’t resist you.”

I spread my legs, greedily. Anxiously.

Willing him to hurry.

I want it bad…

I watch, giddy.

He doesn’t rush—of course he doesn’t.

Gio loves to take his time, to savor every moment, every reaction, every little sound I make.

“You’re so impatient,” he teases, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His hands grip my hips firmly, holding me in place as his kisses trail lower, each one slow and deliberate. “But I like that about you. Plus, you taste so fucking good.”

My fingers tighten in the sheets beneath me as my back arches off the bed, silently begging him to stop teasing and start eating me out.

This is torture!

“Gio,” I plead, louder this time, desperate for him to stop tormenting me with his slow, calculated movements. “Please for the love of God.”

“I love it when you beg.” Then his mouth is on me, warm and insistent, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. A loud, drawn out moan.

My head falls back against the pillow, my fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks on my clit for breakfast—going at me hard and it doesn’t take long for my thighs to start quivering, his tongue moves in maddeningly perfect strokes.

And when his fingers slide inside me, I want to die.

He groans, little noises from his throat that are as erotic as the sight of his bare, broad shoulders glistening between my wet thighs.

The top of his head.

His nose pressed against my mound.

Gio doesn’t quit. Doesn’t pause.

Doesn’t stop until I’m trembling , until I’m left boneless and breathless and utterly spent.

When he finally pulls back, his grin is smug and entirely too self-satisfied, but I can’t even bring myself to care.

Then.

He reaches for a condom, which we’ve left out on the nightstand after fumbling around in the dark one too many times…tears it open, rolls it on, makes the short crawl up my body.

He slides in so easy…

Thrusting slowly, bracing his hands on the headboard, Gio reaches under me to grab my ass so he's buried as deep as he can get. The deep rumble from his chest vibrates through the room as he pumps into me, hips rolling.

God he is in such good shape …

My nails rake down his back, down to his ass and press into his flesh; I can’t help but marvel at his body—the tension in his muscles, the way he moves with so much control it makes my head spin.

Slowly and deliberately, his head dips.

He is gorgeous.

Watching him is like watching a piece of art, if art could fuck you.

Then…

Just as I’m about to lose myself in the moment…

This happens:

“ Oh. My. Gawd !”

The voice is shrill, horrified—and unmistakably female.

I freeze.

Gio freezes.

For a second, time seems to stand still as the sound of footsteps echoes in the room. My head whips around toward the door, and there she is—Nova.

Standing in the doorway, her face contorts into a mix of shock and disgust before her hands fly to her face, to cover her eyes.

“Nova!” Gio roars, his voice full of panic and anger as he scrambles to grab the blanket. He yanks it over us in one swift motion, shielding my body from view. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“What am I doing?” Nova screeches, her eyes wide and her hands flying up to cover her face. “What are you doing? And why is your door open?!”

“It’s MY FUCKING HOUSE!” he roars.

Oh shit.

Eyes still shielded, Nova gestures wildly with one hand in our direction without actually looking at us. “I thought you were here alone! ”

I bury my face in Gio’s chest, mortified beyond belief. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, and I can’t bring myself to look at her.

“I want to die,” I mumble to no one because no one is listening. “This is a nightmare.”

“This is burned into my brain forever,” Nova shouts at her brother as if he were the one at fault for barging in, feeling around the air with her hands as if she cannot see. “I’ll never recover!”

“Then leave!” Gio barks, picking up a pillow and chucking it toward the door. “Get out and close the goddamn door!”

“I’m going! Jeez !” she barks back, spinning on her heel and marching toward the hallway. Still, before she leaves, she whips around one last time, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Us. “Also, you’re paying for my therapist!”

With that, Nova slams the door shut, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.

Gio groans, flopping back onto the bed and dragging me with him. “I’m gonna kill her,” he mutters, staring up at the ceiling like he’s reevaluating every decision he’s ever made.

I can’t help it—I start laughing. It bubbles up uncontrollably, breaking through the awkward tension, and soon I’m clutching my stomach, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.

“This isn’t funny,” Gio grumbles, though the corner of his mouth twitches, betraying his amusement. “She has no boundaries.”

I pull the blanket up to cover my face, letting out a muffled laugh despite the mortifying situation.

“She looked horrified.”

“She’s so dramatic,” he says dramatically, though his tone softens as he turns to look at me. “And I’m sorry. That should never have happened.”

No, it shouldn’t have.

But it did and there’s no point in dwelling. Or freaking out .

I peek out from behind the blanket, meeting his gaze. “It’s not your fault. But maybe…lock your door next time?”

That seems like the obvious answer here.

“There is no lock. It’s a door code and I’m changing it.”

We lay there for a moment in awkward silence before I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. Gio glances over at me, a reluctant grin tugging at his lips.

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” he says, though there’s a teasing edge to his voice. “I was about to orgasm and now my balls are full of cum.”