58. Work

I tilted my chin, maintaining his smoldering gaze through the haze of desire clouding my senses. "Yes?" I managed to murmur, surprising myself with the husky rasp of my own voice.

"W-What are you doing?" I whisper. His body was still wet and I feel the wetness as he presses his body onto me.

One corner of Giovanni's sensuous mouth curved in a hint of a smile that somehow looked both wicked and profoundly masculine. "Are you sure you want to go?" His words carried the unmistakable lilt of a challenge.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, I attempted to project more bravado than I actually felt. "And if I do?"

Giovanni's smile deepened, a low rumble sounding deep in his throat - a distinctly predatory sound that caused a shiver of arousal to race down my spine. "Then I'll be forced to pursue more...persuasive methods of changing your mind, principessa."

Emily,' he whispered, his voice low and husky. 'Why do you always stare at me like that?'

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. 'I-I don