Chapter 78 Doing To Me
Chapter 78 Doing To Me
Dmitry
Gianna finally falls back asleep, but I can't shut my eyes for even a second knowing yet another problem is resurfacing in my fucking life, and I'm sure as hell Mama is the architect behind this.
Deal with one problem and another comes waltzing right into your life.
I turn to look at Gianna. Her mouth is slightly parted as she snuggles closer to me.
Damn it.
I should have told her the full truth, but I panicked.
I fucking panicked.
My phone buzzes again and, luckily, it's only on vibration. I check the screen and, sure enough, it's from Candace.
Candy_O: No response?
My thumb finds its way to my mouth and I begin biting on my nail. Candy can't come just yet. Not before I reveal myself as Tamer. I need at most a week. That should be enough to tell Gianna the truth and settle everything... right?
Me: I have a pressing engagement, something I need to handle.
Me: Can you hold off for a week or two? If your visit is urgent, I can arrange housing for you.
I press send, nerves eating me alive. Candace has always been accommodating and helpful. I'd be an asshole if I left her hanging.
Her text bubbles dance across the screen just as Gianna stirs in her sleep. I jolt, immediately locking my phone.
Okay, that's enough screen time for the night.
I place the phone on the dresser before slipping back into bed and snuggling against Gianna.
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"There's no sender name on it," Donny says, dropping the box onto my desk.
I eye it suspiciously.
I know only about three people close enough to send me a package, know where I live, and know I've left Toronto.
"Was it inspected?" I ask, still hesitant to pick it up.
Donny nods before answering. "The dogs didn't catch anything alarming."
I grab my pocket knife and slice through the tape sealing the box. My eyes catch a glimpse of red fabric before I quickly slam it shut.
Shit.
Gianna.
I swallow hard, dismissing a rather reluctant Donny, whose eyes remain fixed on the box.
"Can I finally have my privacy?" I ask, dropping back into my seat.
He clears his throat but doesn't move immediately. "Do you know who it's from?"
"I have an idea."
He smiles, his eyes dancing with knowing mischief.
"Okay, boss."
At this point, the entire household will know before we're able to explain whatever this is.
My attention shifts back to the box the second the door shuts behind him, anticipation bubbling in my chest.
Just as I'm about to open it again, a soft knock sounds on my door.
"Dima?" Gianna calls from the other side.
I shove the package beneath my desk just in time before the door swings open.
She’s in a grey coat, hands behind her back, making her chest look even fuller. Christ.
"Did I interrupt anything?" she pouts, batting her eyes at me. "I was so bored and needed company."
I tap my lap, motioning for her. "Come here, baby."
"Are you sure?" she asks, shifting from one foot to the other. "I know you hate when people come into your office."
I groan, and she immediately takes a step back.
"Someone isn't you, Gianna." I motion around the room. "This house, every room in it, every damn piece of furniture—it all belongs to you."
Fuck what I said when you first moved in.
Fuck every single word of it.
I watch her throat bob as she pads toward my desk, each step reminding me of a goddess making her way to claim her throne.
She unbuttons the coat, revealing a pink costume underneath with little to no coverage, and my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.
The coat slips to the floor just as she reaches where I'm seated. “May I?"
Her voice is raspy, breathy.
So fucking sexy.
I can barely form words, settling for a nod instead.
Gianna smiles, cupping my chin, her fingers brushing along my jawline. "I need your words, Dima."
Her tongue grazes my jaw, then my cheek, and a low whimper escapes me.
What the fuck is this woman doing to me?
Her hands clamp loosely around my neck, her thumb rubbing slow, teasing strokes over my Adam's apple.
"You..." I stutter when her warm lips replace her thumb. "Gia..."
She sucks on it like she's trying to French kiss the damn thing. My cock jerks in my pants, and I squeeze my eyes shut against the pleasure building low in my stomach.
"You're not saying anything, Sir." She bats her lashes at me again, her fingers trailing down my chest.
I'm not even sure what to do. Does she want me to take the lead, or is this okay for her?
Fuck.
I shut my eyes again, holding myself back from pouncing on her with sheer animalistic force.
"You can sit on me."
Four words that send a twinkle straight to her eyes.
Gianna spins my chair away from the desk, and I expect her to settle on my lap.
Instead, she straddles me, grinding against me.
"Gianna," I warn, my voice strained.
All she does is offer me a sheepish smile.
"What?" she asks innocently. "Aren't you going to work?"
Work?
How the fuck am I supposed to function when her body heat alone is driving me insane?
"Fuck. You know I can't," I growl, the words leaving me in a rough rasp when she slowly rolls her hips against me again.
Gianna wraps her arms around me, pressing soft kisses along the side of my neck before switching between there and my ear.
"I want you to work, Dima," she whispers. "I promise I won't watch or interfere."
Just like clockwork, my laptop's ringtone goes off and Mr. Musk flashes across the screen.
The asshole.
I'd been waiting for his call for the last hour.
"Answer it," she commands, her voice sultry.
"I don't think—"
My words are cut short when her hand slips between us, rubbing my groin through my pants.
"Answer it, Dima."