Page 67 of For Your Eyes Only
Gia has blown the fucking lid off that.
“If I knew who it was, I wouldn’t saysomeone.” He doesn’t look up from the email on his screen, and I’m pissed he has this power now, this knowledge.
It’s not a lot of power, but it’s enough to make him annoying as fuck.
“Gia has to be safe.” Not only for her or for me, but for all the girls.
If one of them is threatened, they all are. Anyone could get to them.
“She’s trying to get on the schedule again.” Franco lifts his hands, as if it’s beyond his control. “I think it’s a bad idea. You saw what happened the last time she danced.”
Gia not dancing has made things less complicated for us. I like it that way. I don't like that she’s trying to get back on the stage without telling me.
“I thought she was strictly Private Eyes now.”
“Is that your excuse for sleeping with her?” His tone is challenging.
An invisible hand tightens on my throat. I want to snap back withI don't need an excuse, but he’s right. I’m dipping my quill in the company ink, and it’s not a good precedent.
Instead, I answer calmly. “What do you want me to do?”
“I’m sorry, are you asking me what you should do now? At this point in the game?”
That’s it. I’m ready to pop him in the mouth. Franco. My best manager—the guy I trust with all my south Florida businesses. I actually want to punch him like I’m some goddamn animal.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I exhale slowly, searching for wherever I left my control. “Look. It’s not like I came here expecting to meet her. It happened.”
“And what? You’re going to build a life with Gia? You’re going to commit to her? Take her to New York? She doesn’t even have a work visa. She came here as a student, and when that went to shit, she couldn’t get home.”
It hits me like a pan of ice water in the face. “She’s working with no visa?”
“We pay her in cash like all the girls.” Franco’s dark brow lowers. “Because we use the club to launder money. Which laws are we worried about now?”
Still, I don’t like the thought of her doing illegal things. We’d be punished—maybe, depending on how quickly we could move—but she could face jail time, a big fine, permanent deportation. If I helped her, that would pull her into my world, which in turn, would put a target on her back.God dammit.
“Who knows about her status?”
“Me, Bianca, and Gia. And now you.”
“Keep it that way.” My tone is level. Calm washes over me, like it always does when I’m confronting a challenge. It’s a learned response. “I’ll handle it on this side. You handle it in there.”
I point to the computer, and he shakes his head. “I always do.”
My jaw tightens, and I straighten my coat before leaving the Rhino. I’ve been putting this off for too long. Now Gia and I have to talk.
* * *
“Oh, God, yes…”Her voice is a soft gasp. “Right there… That’s it… Harder!”
We’re in the kitchen of my penthouse apartment, and she’s gripping the edge of my custom-made mahogany bar. Her short skirt is flipped over her backside, and I’m buried balls deep, rhythmically thrusting my pelvis against her soft ass as we rise higher to the stars.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, leaning forward.
My hands slide in the top of her wrap dress, unwrapping it. She’s not wearing a bra, and I can grope and squeeze her bouncing tits. Jesus, I love her body. My mouth goes to the top of her shoulder, and I’m biting at her skin, pulling her closer, holding her so I can fuck her harder.
Her back arches, and she makes loud noises, gasps, high-pitched whimpers, indecipherable chanting, and I’m moving faster, chasing down that mind-altering high. Her hand circles fast over her clit, and with a mewl, her core breaks into spasms, clenching and pulling me as she comes on my cock.
Orgasm radiates through my pelvis, pulsing through my dick. It’s like standing beneath a waterfall, waves of warm release pounding over me. Again and again, my orgasm comes. I encircle her waist with my arms, and I hold her back to my chest. I hug her so close. She’s the only thing keeping me upright as we groan, as our trembling breaths slow, as we blink our eyes open, dazed and regaining our bearings.