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She lets out a scream of frustration.

Ah, the poor girl’s suffered enough. I slowly ease my way in, filling her completely. I pull back and then shove in on another stroke.

“Dante,” she murmurs, meeting my body with every thrust, trying to speed up the pace.

But I’m too powerful for her. When I pin down her arms and allow more of my body weight to press on her torso, she lets out a huge sigh.

“Can I get on top?” she says. “I want to ride you for a change.”

That takes me by surprise. This is not my way—when it comes to lovemaking or anything else.

But why not?

“Ah, so this is ladies’ night, is it?”

We both laugh as we change positions.

It’s an odd sensation to lie on the bed and have Gina straddle me. Her pussy’s dripping wet as she guides me into her body.

As soon as I’m there, Gina’s pussy grips my dick, pulsing around me.

The delicious sensation electrifies my body. A moment later, she begins rising up and down, riding my cock like a cowgirl in a rodeo.

Though the experience feels fun and playful, it can’t end this way.

I’ve always been the one to control the situation. My dick must have its way. The last word.

I spin her around. “And now for the finale,” I say, bringing my full force as I thrust into her, claiming her.

She screams in ecstasy. “Dante, yes, Dante, Dante!”

We climax together. When it’s finished, I encircle her with my arms, enjoying the fresh scent of her natural body fragrance.

“This is better than any lasagna you could have prepared,” I tell her, still a bit breathless from our love.

Eventually we both fall into a delicious sleep.

CHAPTER 37

GINA

When I open my eyes, the sky is dark, but I can tell New York is still wide awake. Dante’s chest rises and falls beside me in my bed, his arm draped heavy across my waist.

I carefully wiggle free from his warmth and pad over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Thirty-eight floors below, bright yellow taxi cabs crawl along the grid of streets like luminous beetles, ferrying tourists to fancy dinners and Broadway shows.

The city lights twinkle against the inky backdrop. Despite the dark sky, the sidewalks are dotted with people.

Tiny figures from this height, but all on the move. It must be earlier than I think.

My stomach rumbles, and it all comes back to me.

The burned lasagna.

And though it was delicious, the salty snack I enjoyed earlier with Dante has left me hungry for more.

When Dante stirs in the bed, I dive back under the covers and snuggle against his warm body.