Chapter 84 Her Admission
Chapter 84 Her Admission
\[Grant’s POV\]
Gianna’s gaze locks onto mine as she stares up at me. Her tongue runs along her lips and when a seductive smile spreads across her face, she places her hands on either of my thighs and then just like the fucking vixen that she is, she runs her tongue along my dick, cleaning away both of our juices.
“Fuck,” I groan, enjoying what she is doing to me. “You’re a dangerous vixen, you know that?”
“I’ve been told.” She giggles.
Frowning, I feel my mind begin to drift to all the other bastards that she may have slept with and in that moment I find myself wishing that I could kill every fucking one of them.
But you can’t. I remind myself as Gianna starts to take my dick into her mouth and then down her throat.
Groaning, I watch as she swallows me beautifully and when she can’t take anymore, she starts moving.
She moves slowly, tauntingly, her lips squeezing my shaft perfectly while her tongue swirls around me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as she begins to pick up speed. “That’s a good girl.”
“Mmmmph.”
She continues her actions, swallowing me whole and then almost releasing me and when it starts to become too much, I wrap my hands in her hair and I start to take the lead.
Groaning in pleasure, I start fucking my vixen’s mouth while she gags around me and when I feel myself getting ready to release, I push deep into her throat and release my seed. Only when I finish do I release Gianna who sits back on her heels and releases me.
“That was a lot,” she murmurs, cleaning her lips with her tongue and then smiling. “Have you been holding back since we were last together?”
For a moment, I don’t answer as I find myself wondering if this was her way of trying to test me.
“It was,” i say slowly, at least since I was actually with someone. That didn’t mean that I didn’t jackoff a few times thinking about that night and her beautiful expressions, but there was no fucking way I would tell her such a thing.
“Do you feel better now?” Gianna continues, slowly standing. “Or should we…”
“We should.”
After that, we once again talk with our bodies, on the bathroom counter, in the shower, on the dresser, and finally in the bed, and only when we are both finally tired do we fall into an exhausted sleep.
The next morning, I wake to the delicious scent of sausage and eggs and when I open my eyes and find that I’m alone in bed, I drag myself out of it, throw on some sweats that I packed in my luggage, and then I head into the kitchen, I find Gianna standing there at the stove humming.
She’s wearing my shirt and when her arms move just right to flip what she is cooking, I can see that she isn’t wearing anything underneath it.
It’s a beautiful fucking view. Who knew someone could look so damn sexy in an oversized shirt with their hair up in a messy bun, and when she turns to take me in, I feel my dick throb.
“Hungry?” She asks, placing the eggs she just finished on a plate and turning. “I made some breakfast.”
“Starving,” I admit, heading to the kitchen island and hopping up on a stool. “But where did you get the food?”
“I had some groceries delivered.” She responds. “Isn’t it better to enjoy our honeymoon indoors instead of venturing out?”
“Stay indoors,” I repeat, giving her a suggestive look. “Does that mean…”
“Don’t get the wrong idea.” She sighs. “I simply don’t like crowds. I’m a supermodel, remember? People recognize me anywhere I go.”
“True.”
I guess it would be difficult for Gianna to move about outdoors if she risked running into people that knew of her.
“Isn’t it the same for you?” She asks as she places the food she cooked on the island in front of me and then takes a seat. “As a CEO I’m sure that you’ve had your fair share of photo ops, right?”
“I have,” I confirm. “But even then some people don’t seem to recognize me.”
As I speak, I give Gianna a pointed look because she was clearly one of those who didn’t recognize me.
“My bad,” she sighs. “But in my defense, I was a bit drunk.”
“True,” I chuckle. “I’ll let it pass this time.”
“Like there will be another.”
As she speaks, she reaches for a piece of bacon and when she takes a bite of it, her gaze seems to take on a look of brooding and I find myself wondering what exactly it is that she is thinking.
“Penny for your thoughts,” I say, reaching out and placing a hand on hers. “You look like you have something on your mind.”
“Well,” she says slowly, clearly debating whether or not she should say anything. “There’s something I want to tell you about our meeting.”
“About our meeting,” I repeat, raising a brow. “Don’t tell me that you actually lied about not recognizing me and knew so you made your move.”
I’m certain that isn’t the case given her reaction to our second meeting and the way she disappeared the next morning, but I couldn’t deny that there were women out there who would try such a thing.
“Nothing like that,” she tells me. “But it wasn’t exactly spontaneous either.”
“Oh?”
I wait while Gianna debates even more whether or not she should say what it is that she wants to say and when she seems to decide that it is she gives me a look of apology.
“I actually approached you because of a bet.” She says quietly. “My friends bet me that I wouldn’t get you to sleep with me.”
“A bet,” I repeat, shock moving through me. “It was a bet?”
Honestly, I don’t know how to feel about what she has just told me.
I know I should be angry that that was her reason for doing what she did, but honestly, I couldn’t find it in me. Instead, I could only feel a bit of gratitude toward those friends for leading her to me.
“I’m sorry,” Gianna says, her head dipping in shame. “I know that it was a shitty thing to do, but I was drinking and I didn’t want to have to pay the penalty for not doing it.”
“What was the penalty?” I ask curiously.
“A thousand,” she responds. “To each person present. If you’re mad at me for this, I completely understand, but I thought it was better to be completely honest.”
Nodding, I continue to process what she has told me and when her expression turns adorably tormented, I can’t help but want to push her a bit.