Page 205 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“Hmm?”

“I would rather set up a nursery in the penthouse, if you would be willing to stay there, I mean,” he said.

Cara let out a soft sigh. “I don’t know about that one.”

“I don’t have to be there, if you don’t want me to—”

“Aren’t things complicated and difficult enough with all of this? Do we need to add in that sort of thing, too?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, love. You know that.”

“I do.”

“But my son is, and will always be, non-negotiable between us. For him, and for you if you would let me, I will move the world. I won’t compromise about my child. Not when it comes to caring for him, or providing him with whatever he needs, not to mention his mother.”

“I should hope not.”

“Then consider the penthouse now, and what it would mean to be somewhere that’s safer, better watched, closer to certain places you frequent. It would also be easier for me to come, on that side of things.”

“And go,” she added quietly. “It would make it easier for you to come and go, Gian.”

“I can’t help that, Cara.”

“I know,” she murmured.

“Consider it, for him.”

“And for you.”

Gian smirked, pressing a kiss to her soft hair. “And for me, yes.”

“Gian?”

“What, amore?”

“Shut up and fuck me now.”

“Cara, you should sleep while you can. You need to slee—”

She was the one to shut him up, instead, by leaning up to catch his moving lips with a hard kiss, and in the next breath, she had climbed on top of him under the sheets. In no time at all, she had discarded his boxer-briefs, and the short nightie she had on did little to hide the fact she was naked underneath.

Cara shivered under his wandering hands, and she let him pull that damn nightie off her body entirely, baring all of her to him. The heavy swells of her breasts fit perfectly into his palms, and she sighed happily when he tweaked her nipples under his forefinger and thumb. Her back arched under his touch, moving her closer to him when he shifted in the bed to sit up. He traced the gentle curve of her stomach with his fingertips, watching pretty goosebumps bloom over her skin.

Her hands were between their bodies before Gian could even demand it, circling his length and fitting his cock at her cunt. He held Cara’s face in his palms as she lowered down on his length, hard and fast. Heat shot through his cock, and straight up his spine, when she was seated on him fully. There was no waiting for her, no slowing or careful movements.

She rode him crazy, so wild. Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his arms as he dragged her closer for a kiss, keeping her there while their tongues warred until he was forced to pull away for a burning breath.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” Cara mumbled again and again.

A record on repeat.

All her pretty cries.

The way she looked riding him.

How her body shook and shivered.

It was all such a familiar tune.