Page 118 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“Orgasms. Morning orgasms.”

“Well, then.”

“They make up for everything, Cara.”

“Yours certainly do,” she agreed.

“And you wonder why I have a fucking complex, amore.”

Cara shrugged. “More orgasms, less talking.”

“But you like it when I talk and fuck you.”

“Yes, but atthe same time, Gian.”

Fair enough.

“Get those fucking legs open, so I can get to what’s mine, Cara,” he demanded low.

With a sweet little sigh, she did as he wanted, widening her legs over the arm of the chair. His gaze roamed over the shape of her hips, to the line of the panties keeping her pussy covered with a scrap of lace.

“I love it when you make it easy on me.”

Cara’s grin turned sinful. “Sometimes, you like to take it, too.”

He agreed, but his attention was elsewhere now.

He had a goal.

Get Cara off.

Do it again.

And then fuck her until his brain wasn’t such a mess.

Good plan, Gian told himself.

Hopefully, it would be enough to sedate him until he got his stubborn, sexy girl back, but he doubted it. Cara was an obsession for Gian. From the way she talked, to the way she walked. All her smiles, and when she grew quiet. How she felt under his hands and beneath his control. Her desires and fears.

Their what ifs.

All of it.

Every single bit.

Gian was so fucking obsessed.

“Will you be my good girl this morning?” He traced the shape of her lips with his fingertips. Cara kissed the digits before sucking the tips into her teasing mouth. “Can you be patient, or will you turn greedy again?”

Cara released his fingers from between her lips to say, “I thought you liked your greedy slut, Gian?”

He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and pulled her up for a bruising kiss. He enjoyed when she melted into the demands of his kiss, but he liked it even better when she fought for control.

Even if she always lost.

Gian pulled away, letting Cara fall back into his lap. “You know I do, but I like it when you listen and behave, too.”

“I can listen—I will.”