Tempting Playboy
He slid deep inside her with a slow, heavy, deliberate stroke that filled her to the absolute core, his hips moving in a quiet, rhythmic cadence that matched the rain outside.
A soft, low gasp escaped Gia’s lips, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs lifting to wrap tight around his waist as she pulled him down against her chest. Her inner muscles contracted around his shaft not in violent spasms of panic, but in a deep, warm, continuous pulse of pure alignment.
"Leo," she whispered against his ear, not a title, not a corporate designation, but his name, spoken soft and clean into the quiet room.
Leo buried his face in her neck, his chest heaving as his body moved over hers in a deep,