The Gallery (Contemporary Reverse Harem 4)

My breath caught.

But I pushed myself off the sofa and crossed to the door, praying that my trembling legs would carry me there and back. I turned the lock just as he’d told me to. He had sunk into the sofa with an arm draped over the back, head tilted as he looked me up and down. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to make me nervous, because in truth, he looked dark and even a little dangerous, especially after his arms dealer story. He opened his knees wide and pulled me into the space between them.

Sliding to the edge of the sofa until his face was just inches from my belly, he ran his hands up the sides of my dress, moving the fabric in small bunches as he pressed into the soft flesh of my thighs.

His touch was mesmerizing. I ran my fingers through his hair, gently raking his scalp with my nails, and he moaned, his eyes falling shut.

“God, you feel good, cara, and you smell so fine, too.” He pressed his face into my belly and inhaled deeply.

I hoped he hadn’t identified the scent of my excitement, but the truth was, he probably had. There was going to be no hiding it, especially since his hands had made their way under my dress and were heading for what Devon used to call ground zero.

Ugh. Why was that prick invading my thoughts? I was with one of the most beautiful, sexy men I’d ever laid eyes on. I shooed the creep away.

Fortunately, though, I didn’t have to try too hard. Gio lowered my panties, slowly and deliberately by reaching under my dress, until they were at my ankles. He raised one of my feet at a time so I could step out of them. He crumpled them into a ball, and finally meeting my gaze with an intensity that made me sway, smiled as he tucked them into his suit pocket.

Guess I won’t be seeing those again.

His hands were under my dress again, lifting the slinky fabric until—well, until I was exposed.

I hadn’t been with a man besides my husband in so long—aside from kissing the other guys—that I almost shrank away in modesty.

“Cara, are you all right?” Gio asked.

That was a good question. Was I all right? I wasn’t so sure.

But I wanted to be. “Yeah. Yes. I am,” I muttered, nodding.

When my dress was high enough and Gio was face to face with my bare skin, he leaned in for a deep inhale. Closing his eyes in satisfaction, he murmured, “Your pussy smells beautiful, just like I knew it would.”

Pussy. I used to think that word was vulgar. I’d never used it and didn’t think I ever would. But Gio made me feel so desired and beautiful that it took on a softer meaning.

And what the hell. It was just a word.

“Ahh, so soft and smooth,” he whispered, running his fingers over my bare lips.

I had to hold his shoulders if I wanted to remain standing.

He took another inhale and spread me open with his thumbs, just the tiniest bit. His tongue flicked my clit, which was erect by then and very sensitive. I was growing wetter by the moment and wondered if I might just gush all over him.

“Your pussy tastes so good, cara. Mmmm,” he moaned.

I widened my stance instinctively, his palm sweeping between my legs, coming back with evidence of my excitement. He pulled his hand to his face and took another deep inhale.

Next thing I knew, he was standing. He turned me until my back faced the sofa, and he lowered me to sitting. Kneeling, he reached under my knees and pulled me forward until my ass rested on the edge of the sofa and my pussy was at the perfect level for his attentions.

His finger ventured along my slit, from top to bottom, pausing to spread my wetness along my sensitive folds.

I whimpered involuntarily when his tongue returned to my sex, his thumb paused at my opening. My breath came hard, and my heartbeat raced. I knew I was on the verge of an orgasm, and he’d really only just gotten started.

But I’d not been with someone like Gio—or Ash or Chase or Sumner—ever in my life. They were strong, confident, and thoughtful men.

If that wasn’t a turn-on, I didn’t know what was.

And my orgasm was closer than I’d even realized. In one swift motion, Gio had entered me with two fingers at the same time his lips encircled my clit. They formed a suction that hurled me over my edge. The room filled with screams before I realized they were my own.

Christ, what I’d been missing.

He continued to piston my pussy until another orgasm rocked me. I had to squeeze the sofa cushions for purchase, and my head thrashed back and forth.