Page 35 of Heart's Temptation

“You can’t do that!” she cried out, crossing her arms disagreeably.

And here it was, yet another game we’d always played. Gio’s eyes danced with her challenge. There was nothing he loved more than lording over her whenever she tried pulling that act, and she knew it.

Her breath came in shallow pants, and the pulse at the base of her throat beat erratically. “You wouldn’t dare?”

Her question was rhetorical; we all knew if Gio said something he meant it.

“I’ll pretend you didn’t just say something stupid.” He slid out of bed and took her tray. He fed her by hand until he was satisfied she’d had enough. Then, he carried a squealing Niki to the bathroom where I heard the water flowing a moment later. As I’d already showered, I took care of removing our dishes and rolling the cart out into the hallway.

When they returned, my morning wood was on full display. Gio lifted Niki and placed her on my lap, her slim athletic legs straddling mine.

“Show your Daddy how much you missed him, Niki.”

But I had plans of my own and rotated Niki on my length until she faced away. “Hang onto my knees and take your Master in your mouth.” Gio smirked. His finally mentioning the word he’d always used with her in the past showed all three of us that Gio was firmly back and in control. He stood opposite Niki, bending his knees until his cock was level with her lips.

She reached out her hand and gripped his shaft. Gio fisted her hair, pulling her neck taut and fucking her mouth as she bounced on my cock. Memories of us in the pool room assaulted me from every angle.

Gio and I changing positions on cue like a symphony, playing her body until she’d come undone.

Our young bodies, insatiable, incapable of getting enough of each other. Gio tensing as Niki cried out, setting off my own reaction. The three of us grunting and groaning with our mutual orgasms.

“Swallow,” Gio demanded, and then she was sliding off my cock and onto the bed next to me.

I rolled onto my side and tugged her to me, draping one thick leg over her slim ones.

From this vantage, Gio looked like a God gazing down on his subjects with a knowing smirk. “I’ve got some things to look after. Can you make sure Niki gets to the theater on time?”

“I’m your head capo, shouldn’t I be with you?”

“Right now, you’re needed here. I’ll meet up with you later.” He looked at Niki, his gaze hot on hers. “Behave yourself, Niki, or I’ll make good on my threat.” His lips pulled into a rare, supermodel smile. Gone was the cynical frown line between his brows.

He went and cleaned up and stepped out of the walk-in closet looking like a hot, dangerous model off the cover of an Italian fashion magazine. Niki had fallen back to sleep, no doubt worn out from the workouts we’d put her through between last night and this morning.

He stopped at the end of the bed, taking in her sleeping form.

“Are you sure you don’t need me?” I already knew the answer and what was expected of me, but had to ask one more time.

Gio frowned. “No, but I’ll meet you later.”

He strutted to the door, silently closing it behind him. With no obligations to pull me from the bed, I fell back to sleep. But I didn’t have the peaceful dreams I’d been hoping for. Instead, they were nightmares in which Niki would suddenly disappear.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Nicolette

“Is the princess having issues?” Han sneered when Sergei commanded, “Stop!” in Russian, something he only did when he was angry.

I couldn’t blame him, as I’d had the attention span of a crow in a room with shiny objects. On top of that, I was suffering from physical exhaustion. Not in a bad way, in the too-much-sex way. Between Marko and Gio, I had more intercourse in a day than I’d previously had in a year.

I glared at Han. “Sorry.” I smirked. “We can’t all have our gay lover at work with us every day. What do you two do on your breaks when you disappear?” It was a low blow, calling them out like that, but I was pissed.

Han stood with his fists firmly planted on his hips, glaring down at me with true malice in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, I must have missed the memo where it said only bratty primas fuck at work.”

Damn it! I knew people were talking, especially with the sounds Marko and Gio pulled from me when they stopped by rehearsals. I’d hoped we were being discreet, but apparently not. I’d never had sex in my dressing room, at least not with a person. I was probably the only one and Han calling me out on it really pissed me off.

I was about to tell Han to go fuck himself, when Sergei yelled, “Dostatochno!”

It meant enough. Immediately, Han and I stopped bickering.