Page 101 of The One-Night Heist

Does he not want to switch?

“Giano, I can’t…” his gaze met mine again, the panic in his expression something I blessedly hadn’t seen in a while. “I don’t want your first time to be in a shithole like this!”

Oh, you ridiculous man.

“I do,” I growled, unbuttoning the rest of my shirt so roughly, I may have lost a few buttons before shrugging it off. “What better way to leave this apartment behind? To leave behind the circumstances you were trapped in, which you never have to worry about ever again?”

Because, of course, my “attorney army” had no problem getting Rowen released from his obligations to the FBI, based on how he was “wrongfully implicated” for the theft of my artwork. That Agent Markel was forced to go on public record, saying he’d been mistaken with his accusations—that he was deeply sorry for the distress he’d caused—was the icing on the cake.

Rowen swore under his breath, his pupils dilating just like they had when we’d watched the live newsfeed of Markel groveling to save his job. “Yeah, I think fucking you into the mattress might be the best way to leave this entire chapter of my life behind.” His green eyes roamed over my bare chest, darkening with hunger. “Get on the bed, Giano. Face down, ass up. Now.”

“Yes, Mr. Quincy,” I breathed, standing and hurriedly removing the rest of my clothes before crawling onto the bed. “You’re the one in charge.”

Always.

“Goddamn right, I’m the one in charge,” he growled, pushing my upper half down onto the mattress before grabbing my cheeks and spreading them wide. “Fuuuck, look at that… Have you been wearing my gift all day for me, baby?”

The “gift” he was referring to was the bright teal plug he’d bought for me, and even though I’d hoped for this exact scenario to happen tonight, my face burned with welcome humiliation.

“Yes…” I mumbled into his worn comforter, breathing in my favorite citrus scent in greedy gulps. “I was wearing it while we shopped for art for our home… and while we were ordering pizza at not Original Ray’s⁠—”

That earned me a slap on my ass, and it was all I could do not to immediately come.

I need him inside me first.

“Brat,” he huffed, pulling out the plug as slowly as humanly possible. “After I’m done fucking you like you deserve, I dare you to tell me that pizza isn’t the best thing you’ve ever put in your mouth.”

It won’t be.

I knew better than to say that out loud—mostly because a full spanking would definitely finish me off—so instead I lifted myself up onto my elbows to peer at him over my shoulder.

“Please, Mr. Quincy… Please, fuck me like I deserve…”

His expression grew panicked once again, but now I realized what I was seeing was simply him not hiding his emotions from me anymore.

Give me more.

“I swear to gawd, Giano,” he muttered as he removed the plug and replaced it with lubed fingers. “You need to promise to use your safeword if you need to⁠—”

“I promise,” I replied, even though I wasn’t worried about him hurting me in the least. “I trust you, Ro.”

He froze with his crown pressed against my hole, but I simply held his gaze until he carefully squeezed his way inside, making us both groan as he bottomed out.

“Jesus fucking Chriiiist,” he gasped, pushing my head down but keeping his grip on my hair. “Why the hell do you feel so good?”

I know why.

“Because…” I choked on air as he delivered a sharp thrust, loving how full I felt—how perfectly he fit inside me. “Because this hole is yours.”

I still don’t play fair.

“It is my hole, isn’t it?” he murmured, picking up his pace until skin was slapping against skin, activating my prostate with every pass. “My expensive little hole that no one else has ever had and never will.”

No one else.

“Please, Mr. Quincy,” I pleaded, knowing he was taking it easy on me—determined to make him lose control along with me. “Make me yours…”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg.” He yanked me up so I was seated on his thighs, continuing to thrust into me from below with his hand gripping my hair to the point of glorious pain. “You’re dying to come on my cock, aren’t you?”