Page 292 of The Havenport Collection

Gio

I loved seeing Sam in her element tonight, chatting and laughing with half the town, and snuggled up in my lap watching the fireworks.

It was where she belonged—surrounded by wonderful people and the beautiful ocean, and most of all, with me.

The warmth in my chest every time she looked at me, the flutters in my stomach every time I made her laugh—this was so much more than a fling.

And I knew her stupid deadline was coming up.

But there was no way we were stopping this. Just no way I could let her go.

Back at my house, I poured each of us a glass of Novello I had picked up on my last trip to Sicily.

“What is this for?” she asked, sniffing it tentatively.

“This is a young wine. By law, it must be bottled within one year of harvest and only sold during certain months. It’s difficult to get your hands on. And I bought this last month, knowing I’d be letting you taste it. Because tonight,” I said, swirling my glass, “is a special occasion.”

Her face lit up. “Why’s that?” she asked flirtatiously.

“Because tonight we went out as a real couple and showed everyone that you are mine.”

Her face turned pink. “I don’t know why I like it when you say that. I usually hate caveman shit.”

I pulled her close, kissing her neck. “It’s because you like a little caveman sometimes, Sam. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

I dipped down and kissed her, tasting the fruit notes on her lips.

I could kiss her for days, hours, months, but tonight, I wanted so much more.

I had to tell her with my body what I could not yet tell her with my words.

Make her forget her stupid deadline and all this fling bullshit.

Convince her to be mine, now and forever.

I turned on my Bluetooth speaker and cued up some Sinatra, wandering over to a leather armchair.

“Come here, Sam,” I said. “I need to touch you.”

She bit her lip. “Oh really?”

“Yes. But lose the dress. I like it, but it will look better on my floor.”

She blushed and looked at her feet. “You want me to strip?”

I saw her confidence waver and I knew I had to do something to make her get it. That I was completely obsessed with her and wanted to adore her forever.

So I sat up and placed my wine on the table, gripping the arms of the chair. “It’s me, Sam. I want all of you. I want to see everything. I am going to worship every inch of you until you get it. You are my literal dream come true. A fantasy standing in front of me in a red dress.”

Her eyes grew wide and she placed her glass down, reaching behind her back to unzip her dress. And before I could even catch my breath, it fell to the floor, leaving her wearing a black bra and panties and high heels.

My vision tunneled and my pulse quickened. “Do you like this, Sam? Do you like me giving you orders?”

She nodded, her face still flushed. Lust and curiosity swirled in my brain, and I gripped the chair, forcing myself to sit still. I wanted to get up, throw her over my shoulder, and take her to bed. But I had to control myself. I had to show her how incredible she was.

“Lose the bra,” I barked, picking up my wine and taking a leisurely sip and trying to stop my hands from shaking and spilling it all over myself.

She took a step toward me, looking uncertain before reaching around her back and unclasping the bra. She threw it at me and I caught it, gripping the delicate lace between my fingers. “Good girl,” I growled and her eyes bulged. I knew how much she liked that.

“Now the panties. Slide them down and show me that juicy ass. Oh yes. That is perfect. Your body is incredible. It is taking every ounce of willpower I have right now not to jump out of this chair and feast on you.”

She stood for a minute, staring at me, and I could feel the dynamic shift. I was like a caged beast, my breath ragged and my erection tearing a hole through my pants. Sam stood up straighter and pulled her shoulders back.

“You know,”—she bit her finger and my legs trembled—“you are fully clothed. And I’m naked. And I think I’m into it.” Looking at her, naked in my living room, I was very into it as well. Granted there was not a situation where I didn’t enjoy Sam naked.

I wanted to say something witty and charming, but my brain was short circuiting. Before I could respond, she walked toward me and dropped to her knees between my legs. I think I may have temporarily blacked out because the next thing I knew she was unzipping my pants and freeing my aching cock.

“Sam,” I gasped as she took me into her mouth. My entire body shook, and I felt as though I might float out of my chair.

I looked down and met her hungry gaze. She was licking and sucking and exploring playfully, teasing me with her perfect mouth. It was too much. I tried to stand, to reassert control over the situation. But she pushed me right back down.

“Do. Not. Move,” she commanded, her voice deep. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”

Before I could object, she had taken me to the back of her throat and was using her hands as well. It was pure bliss. She was enthusiastic and thorough, making sure no inch of me was ignored.

I groaned and threw my head back, gripping the arms of the chair for dear life. “Sam,” I groaned. “Stop. I’m going to come.”

She looked up at me and licked her swollen lips. “This is about you, Gio. I want you to pull my hair while I suck you off. Just let go.”

She did not have to ask me twice. Her words rang in my ears as I ran my fingers gently through her hair while she worked me over.

This woman was a dream come true. She was my soulmate.

And I needed to make her understand. Destroy every notion of temporary in her brain and make her mine forever.

It may have been my caveman brain talking, but I was experiencing some midblowjob clarity.

I needed to marry Sam Sullivan. Preferably tomorrow.

Before I could further develop this genius plan, I was coming. Hard, fast, and delirious as she sped up, never wavering until I was completely spent. I collapsed, my chest heaving and my mind spinning. Holy Hotness.

Sam sat back on her heels, still kneeling between my legs, and looked up at me. She raised one eyebrow and I leaned forward, picking her up and pulling her into my lap.

“Jesus, Sam,” I said, while kissing her neck and pawing desperately at her tits. “That was incredible.”

She straddled me and kissed me back, giving me access to that glorious ass. “How are you still hard?” she said, looking down with astonishment.

I wasn’t exactly sure. Normally I’d need a Gatorade and a long nap before round two, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.

I bit her earlobe and gently spanked her.

“I have no idea. It’s probably because you are buck naked in my living room and I just came in your mouth.

You are so fucking hot that maybe this is forever.

I’ll just be this hard for the rest of my life.

Scientists will study me. And,”— I spanked her again, a little harder this time—“it’s all because you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. ”

She grinded on my lap, and I wanted to shred my clothes off and get inside her. “That’s good news. Because I am so turned on right now.” She threw her hair back and arched her back. “I need you.”

I continued to kiss my way down her neck, trying to slow this down, but she wasn’t having it, reaching down and trying to get my pants off.

“I want to do this right.”

She laughed, stroking me with her hand. “If that’s the case then you will bend me over this chair and fuck me. Because I cannot wait another minute.”

All my slow and seductive plans flew right out the window. I liked demanding Sam. And I would do anything she asked. “Yes, ma’am.”