GIO (Interracial Rockstar Romance)

“I guess it’s a coincidence. I don’t know why.”

His sensual voice had rolled over my skin like a warm soft caress. “Do you beg for it?”

I shut the water off, freezing on the outside and burning within.

Do I beg for it? With you, I would. All night long. Loud…until you couldn’t keep that cock from me.

My wet curls stuck to my shoulders and the side of my face. I opened the door and grabbed a towel, drying myself off. The shower hadn’t squashed the hunger, but at least it helped me clear my mind for a few seconds.

How the hell will dinner be? How can I even be around him without wanting to rub up against him?

Before I’d come, all I had was my singing career in my mind. And now, being around Gio, I’d lost my passion for the music, a little. In my heart, a fire blazed for him. It was all I could think about. I licked my lips and tasted the sweet need on my tongue. The hunger. The wild yearning taking control of me.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

But deep inside, I could see myself becoming blind, unable to see the door to escape him in front of me.

Don’t do it. It’s Gio. He’s loved and desired by many. You’ll just be one of so fucking many. And meanwhile, you have songs to write. Things to accomplish.

I dressed, putting on one of my sweater dresses—dark blue, fit to flatter, and designed with smooth sides, front, and back. It barely stopped at my knees. It called out to my curves without being so blatant in a comfortable, stretchy knit.

I needed all the sexy confidence I could get. While I tried to calm myself down, I was excited about the idea of Gio’s erection. Deep down, I’d enjoyed witnessing it for the second time, loved that he wanted to fuck me. Even though that was all it probably would be.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

I slung on knee-high boots. The leather hugged my legs and the heels raised me a few inches in the air. I blow-dried my hair, combing as the heat straightened it. My curls disappeared, and long waves fell around my face and past my shoulders.

I knew nothing about applying proper makeup, but I painted my lips with a ruby red and nodded when I stared back at my reflection.

You look good, girl. Go kill them. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.

Still, my nerves bounced in my stomach.

By the time I headed down for dinner, I felt like I’d drowned the horny monster living inside of me.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

Yet, tension gripped my entire body as I entered the huge dining room.

Gio sat at the head of the long table. Ru was on his left. An empty chair was on Gio’s right. I assumed he would remain between us the whole dinner.

Meanwhile, other people sat at the table as well—a man, woman, and three girls that looked like their daughters. They were young teens and absolutely mesmerized by Gio, stealing glances and nervously toying with their silverware.

Gio’s head had been bent, chuckling at something Ru had said, and suddenly it seemed he had heard my approach and turned his head sharply toward me.

Fuck.

Our eyes met, and there was instant sexual awareness. My heart hammered deep within my chest and my knees weakened, which made me slow my pace somewhat. The palms of my hands dampened. I blinked as if the action would will the intense attraction away, but he was still sitting there watching me as intently as I must’ve been looking at him. In that moment, there was something overpowering and aggressive about him and instead of backing away from this new perception, I found myself drawn closer.

Gio rose and opened his arms to me just like he’d done in the dream. “Here she comes. Our guest of honor.”

I forced myself to smile instead of run to him and jump on his cock. “Guest of honor?”

“I was just telling them about all the amazing music we were going to make.” He gestured to the wife, husband, and daughters. “This is Chucky, his wife Janice, and daughters—Faith, Hope, and Joy.”

“Hello,” I said to them all. “And those are beautiful names.”

They all said thank you and stared at me as if I was just as big of a celebrity as Gio. For some reason, I wanted to tell them “No.” Let them know that I was just as lucky to be invited to this dinner as they were.

“I have your spot over here.” Gio went to the empty chair next to him and slid it back. His gaze roamed over me from head to toe. It blazed with intensity as if burning to ashes every barrier I’d put up in his bedroom.

“Okay.” I walked toward Gio on wobbly knees, a pool of luscious heat between my legs.