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"So what's your name?" The man aks while moving the glass with his scotch in it before taking a sip, his gaze never leaving mine. "Gianna... Travino."
Of course he recognized the last name. "Travino as in Delilah and Mason Travino as in-" "Travino empires. Yes. They're my parents." The man took another sip of his scotch and then let out a smile.
I cross my right tigh over my left one and lean my right hand on the counter while swirling the straw in my drink. "What about you? Do you also have a name?"
He drank the last sip of his drank before he leaned a little closer to me. "Keenan Romano." Looking down at both of our legs, I see how our knees are about to brush against each other if anyone of us just moves an inch. I let out a chuckle. "Italian..." I remark mostly to myself.
"Yeah." He says. I look back up at him and once again get lost in those eyes of his. "What brings you here, Gianna?" He asks me in a low tone. I look around for Willow and Eliana and find them on the dance floor.
They dance while both of them hold up their thumbs and Eliana grinds herself against Wilows front. "Those two. Forced me to celebrate my birthday."
Keenans eyes widened at my answer. "It's your birthday?" He asks. "Well... not anymore. It's past midnight."
Keenan shakes his head in amusement before he carefully lifts my hand, looking for any kind of negative reaction from my side and then, when he realizes that I'm letting him, he slowly brings my hand to his soft lips, placing a kiss on it. "Happy late birthday then, Gianna Travino."
I don't know why. But I feel a certain heaviness in my lower stomach at his actions. It's strange. Normally, I would've never exchanged more than two words with a stranger. 'Thanks, goodbye' that's it.
Especially after a situation like ours when he catched me. But it wasn't even awkward for me. He didn't make it awkward. I feel like I can talk to him without having to worry about him judging me.
I'm a really introverted person. I meet a person - first thing that has to happen is that the ice has to start melting a bit if that makes sense.
With him... there wasn't even ice. It felt warm and safe from the beginning.
That's why I agreed to have a drink with him. Not only because it would've been rude to just walk away. But because I wanted to know if he's the same during a normal conversation.
"You're very beautiful, Gianna..." he says. I can't say that I'm not tipsy until now. It would be a lie if I would not admit it. So I lean forward so that our faces are only a few inches away from each other. "Thank you, Mr. Romano..."
He let out a low groan as he grabbed my wrist and moved his face to my ear. "You want to get out of here? Like... Right now?"
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This woman is already driving me insane. Her voice is feminine... so fucking sexy.
The moment I saw the beauty in that dress... seeing her stunning hourglass figure, slim shoulders. Black silky hair. The most beautiful face I ever got to see.
It felt like all of the blood in my body moved down to my groin as soon as I saw the temptation of a woman...
Please say yes, Gianna... please let me make you feel good...
Her breath hitched a little at my question. The words were written on those gorgeous full lips. Until she finally said it. "Yes."
Oh fuck, yes. I don't waste a second. I grab her wrist a little firmer and walk her out of the door. I hear her friends squeal as they watch us. As we leave the building, the cold breeze washes over us and I look over to where my porsche is parked. Turning around to her, I grab her face and make her look at me.
"Do you trust me?" I ask her. I'm not doing shit with her if she's not okay with it. "Where are we going?" She asks. "Hotel. The plaza." She hesitates again before smiling up at me, showing her straight bright pearls that hide in that beautiful mouth. "Let's go."
She sat in my car, not saying a word as I drove down the streets to the hotel. Parked in front of it and both got out the secont the engine was turned off.
It took Gianna's hand in mine and walked her into the lobby. We checked in and got the key car to the room on the third floor. Gianna was just as impatient as I was.
We literally ran to the door and opened the room to throw us inside. I need to get rid of that awfully painful boner in my pants. The door closed shut behind us and Gianna was pressed against the wall.
"I haven't done that in a long time, Keenan..." she admits, almost sounding embarrassed. I grabber her chin to make her look at me. "Neither did I." And then, she finally kissed me.
It was our first kiss and, well fuck me... That woman knew what she was doing with her mouth. I picked her up, what made her whimper and then moan right after both our centers met. My boner against her warm heat between those endlessly long legs of hers. I carried her over to the king sized bed and let her fall on top of it.
She was fast at sitting herself back up and pulling my shirt over my head, revealing the abs underneath it. She trails the trail of hair that goes from my navel to the waistband of my jeans but gets interrupted when I grab her champagne colored dress to lift it over her luscious body.
Holdy fuck. Her breasts bounce a little at the movement and they're in my mouth not even a second later, making her cry out a little. "Oh god!" She grabs a fist full of my hair, pushing it down a little for me to place kisses between the valley of her breasts, her stomach, navel and finally to where I needed her most.
I pulled her panties to the side and smashed my mouth over her swollen pussy.
