Page 10 of Alessio

“Fuck, kitten …”

The pet name made her shiver. He’d used the name the morning after they first had sex. Because you are, he’d said, as soft as a kitten during sex. Because he was rough enough for them both.

“Ginevra.”

He came hard, and she took every drop he gave, letting her throat relax as she swallowed him down. She released him from her mouth, but kept her fingers tight to his base as she stared up at him from his cock.

Corrado grinned back at her. “Look at you, huh?”

She smiled back.

“What’s that mean?”

“You … There’s something about you like that.”

“Tell me when you figure it out.”

Corrado laughed darkly. “I will. I definitely will.”

She had no doubt.

“Let me clean up, yeah?”

Her lips curled up in dislike of the idea, but he only chuckled, and waved his hand. The action alone was enough to remind her that, yeah, he’d taken the condom off, and needed to handle it. She gave a little huff before rolling off him. The sound of his laugher colored up the bedroom. His hand landed to the palm of her ass with a soft crack, before grabbing the spot, and rolling her over in the sheets.

Corrado dropped a quick kiss to her lips as he climbed over her body to leave the bed. The loss of him seemed substantial as she watched his naked backside disappear into the bathroom. But that was a nice sight, too.

Very nice.

“I have something to do today,” he said, voice filtering out of the bathroom.

Ginevra sat up into a cross-legged position in the bed, dragging the sheets to cover her nakedness. She needed to cover herself. Hide what she had done again. Corrado slipped out of the attached bathroom into the walk-in closet.

“Oh?” she asked.

In his tone she found the truth.

Relief, but wariness.

Love but anger.

“Are you going to see Alessio?”

There, she asked.

Ginevra figured if she had any business being in this man’s bed after everything, then she at least needed to have the courage to ask him outright about the situation at hand. Right? That didn’t mean she would like the answer.

Still, she had to ask.

All the noise in the closet quieted, and the silence echoed. A few seconds passed before Corrado came to the doorway, still naked except now he’d pulled on a pair of clean boxer-briefs. Dragging a hand through his hair, his gaze darted around at everything except for her before finally, he met her stare.

“Yes,” he said. “He wants to meet up at a place two blocks away. A restaurant, my brother’s.”

Ginevra nodded and stared down at the sheets bunched at her waist. “Okay.”

Her voice came out faint.

“Ginevra.”