Page 84 of The One-Night Heist

He’s a switchy rich bitch.

Giano was so naive, so sheltered in so many ways, I’d forgotten he was raised in a cutthroat world where outmaneuvering your equally powerful opponent was how you came out on top.

And, apparently, my man wanted to be on top.

Fine.

“Pleeease, Giano…” I dramatically whined, peering over my shoulder and batting my eyelashes like the demure little slut that I was. “I still haven’t shown you how sorry I am.”

I can play dirty too.

That got him to stop edging me with his magic, boot-licking tongue for a moment. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

I took a very deep breath, rallying my courage to ask for something I’d never wanted from anyone—because I’d never trusted anyone enough.

But I think I trust him…

“I want you to take control!” I blurted out before I could lose my nerve. “Fuck me however you want—just… just claim me as yours. Please…”

Giano stared at me with blatant shock for long enough that I whimpered for real, dropping my forehead down to the mattress, humiliated beyond belief.

Buuuut still hard as a rock, apparently…

“Don’t hide, Ro.” Giano’s amused voice had me peeking open an eye as he rolled me onto my back again. “That simply wasn’t what I was expecting to hear.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” I muttered, still flustered as hell that I’d asked for my ass to be owned out loud.

“Oh, I want to, and I’m thrilled you trust me enough to ask me to take control.” Giano smiled wide, his immediate understanding of the situation settling my remaining anxiety. “But…” His expression grew concerned. “Don’t you need a safeword in this instance?”

Not likely.

Then again…

Who knows what this boot-licking freak will come up with.

“Welllll…” I wiggled beneath him, trying to get our dicks to rub together again. “My safeword was Piguet, but you’ve cured me of that particular trigger.” I paused to openly admire my new Bond villain accessory.

Because we fuck with fancy watches on.

“How about ‘commercial flight?’” Giano mused as he lubed up his fingers. “Does that work for a safeword?”

I barked a laugh, even as I propped my feet up on the bed to give him easy access. That this man not only found me funny but could make me laugh while my dick was out…

Don’t get too swoony, Rowen.

Before I could really embarrass myself—with more confessions or, hell, a marriage proposal—I cupped his criminally attractive face in my hands and delivered a disgustingly sweet kiss instead.

It will be our little secret.

The kiss turned sloppy and slutty soon enough, especially as Giano slipped two fingers inside my ass to work me open, making me moan like a whore directly into his mouth.

No regrets.

“Be good for me,” Giano soothed as I grew impatient, lining up his perfect dick with my entrance and slowly pushing his way inside. “There won’t be an inch of you I haven’t claimed by the time I’m done.”

I groaned as he bottomed out, adjusting to the perfect stretch he provided and wondering how I’d ever be satisfied with anyone else again.

What if I don’t want anyone else?