Giordano’s POV. At His Mansion
The blonde was already naked when I walked in. She didn’t waste time. My kind of girl.
The brunette followed, slower, bolder, eyes locked on mine like she liked the taste of danger.
They crawled into the bed like cats in heat. The Sheets were silk. The Lights low, and Whiskey heavy on my tongue.
“Congratulations, Daddy,” the brunette purred, pressing her breasts against my chest.
“Yeah?” I grunted, tugging her down onto my lap. “Then let's make it worth celebrating.”
The blonde giggled behind her, hands already on my shoulders. Her lips were tracing the ink down my chest. Her fingers slid low, gripping me like she owned it.
“f**k,” I muttered, leaning back as both mouths found their way down. One licked. One sucked. Tongues working in sync like they we
