I wanted to scream his name, to let out the loud, shattered moans that were tearing through my throat just like yesterday. But there was no music playing in this corporate office to drown out my cries. Hearing how loud I was getting, Giovanni instantly brought his large hand up, clamping it firmly over my mouth to muffle my high-pitched screams against his palm.

The restriction only made the pleasure sharper. My muffled cries vibrated against his skin as he drilled into me over and over, his white shirt wrinkling as his chest slammed against my breasts.

Needing more control for the finish, Giovanni suddenly wrapped his powerful arms under...