Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(75)

Cara bit her bottom lip hard. “But—”

“Cara.”

She quieted instantly.

Gian left only the head of his cock seated inside the tight heat of Cara’s cunt, feeling her sex contracting around him over and over. He reached for his phone. He caught the video of his dick sliding all the way in, the way her thighs widened and her body let him stretch her full. He got the sight of his cock pulling back out, soaked with her cum, and how his shaft throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He lifted the phone enough to catch his thumb sliding over Cara’s plump lips and then his hand curving around her throat.

“Please,” she whispered.

That was all he could take before he tossed the fucking phone to the side, his control gone again. He palmed Cara’s ass roughly as he slammed his cock back into her cunt again. There was nothing quite like the contractions of her pussy, flexing around his length, while her fingernails scored hot lines across his chest, and her sweet sounds echoed in his office. He couldn’t seem to fuck her fast enough—or hard enough—to satisfy the need beating in his chest. He never could, because as soon as he was done, he knew he would only want more.

Cara’s heels dug into his lower back as he pushed her down on the desk, slammed his mouth against hers, and fucked them into a mindless oblivion. Her cunt was so tight that she felt like a hot glove made just for him.

It was only after she had come again, that he pulled his tie from her eyes, and let the pressure building in his spine take over. Her body looked best, spent and sweaty on his desk, his cum spattered up her stomach, and his cock pulsing against her inner thigh.

Then again, she always looked damn good.

It was only hours later, when Gian walked Cara to the waiting car outside of his penthouse, that he finally allowed himself to think of something other than her. He thought about the coming days.

“Message me when you land, Cara.”

She kissed his cheek with a smile. “Yes, Gian.”

“I’m serious.”

“I will.”

“I will fly down to Chicago to spank your ass, if you don’t.”

She grinned. “Don’t tempt me now.”

Always testing him.

Gian gave Cara a quick kiss and helped her into the waiting car. “It’s going to be a busy week, so if I don’t pick up your calls, try not to worry. It’s just business.”

“Got it. I love you.”

“Ti amo, Cara.”

Closing the car door was the last thing Gian wanted to do, but he did it. He watched the vehicle pull out onto the street. It was only when he couldn’t see the car anymore, that he turned and headed back for his building.

At the front door, Chris waited. The enforcer said nothing as he followed Gian inside. Once they were in the elevator, Chris turned to him, his expression blank.

“Are you ready for what comes next, boss?”

Gian readjusted his tie. “For duty, always. For the rest … we’ll see.”

The rest would have to come first.

And then duty would be waiting, too.





Gian answered the buzzing phone, and continued stirring his stir-fry. “Ciao, bonjour.”

“Constantino is on his way up, boss.”

“Thank you, Chris.”

“Call me if you need me, or when it’s done.”

Gian agreed, hung up, and went back to cooking his food. Usually, he was too busy to cook, but when he found the time, it was a relaxing process. God knew that he needed to be relaxed today.

Gian lowered the heat on the stove, covered the food, and headed for the elevator entrance of the penthouse when he heard the familiar ding signaling a visitor was headed up. He tossed a dishcloth over his shoulder, using the ends to wipe his hands off as he went to greet Constantino.

His most trusted friend.

Or … that’s what Gian had once believed. He now knew that to Constantino—no matter the man’s intentions—those words meant nothing. All it had taken was a box, a few careful conversations, and a series of sad realizations, for Gian to understand those words also meant nothing to him as well.

Affection would never cloud his judgement again.

Not after today.

He was not willing to play the blind fool to any man, even if it was to his benefit.

Constantino was half way down the entrance hallway when Gian met up with him. The man wore a big smile, and clapped Gian on the shoulder in greeting as he jokingly looked him over.

It had taken Gian making a phone call to Constantino that included him saying he had overreacted, apologizing for hitting his friend, and promising it was all water under the bridge, to get the man at the penthouse. But that was all it’d taken, because like Gian in the past, Constantino was predictable where his best friend was concerned, and he didn’t want to fight or be on bad terms with Gian.

Gian had only needed to mention Edmond as well, and Constantino was hooked, line and sinker.

It was stupid of him to be, yes.

That was what blind affection did to a man.

“Jeans, shirt, no shoes, and a dish towel. Are you playing homemaker today, or what, man?”

Gian laughed, and headed back toward the kitchen while Constantino followed behind. “Taking a break today, that’s all.”

Constantino sniffed the air. “And cooking, apparently.”