the shoulder. He pulled his attention from his computer to snake his arm around my back, his hand dangerously close to my ass.
“This is your thirty-minute check-in,” I chirped. “Are you making progress?”
“Strangely, yes.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “I got through five employee surveys.”
“Good job.” I patted his shoulder. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes to check in with you again.”
Kenji had brought his pop-up business from Japan, testing it out in a temporary space to see if it worked with Americans. Customers used a workspace in the café and requested to be checked on by the staff at predetermined intervals to ensure they were staying on task.
The past three weekends had been packed, convincing Kenji this business model might really work here. Ping-ponging between customers, serving coffee and check-ins, I agreed with him.
Luca had spent all of Saturday, and now Sunday, working in the café. These two days were the most time we’d spent together since Wyoming. At first, I’d been a little annoyed he stuck around. To me, it’d felt like he didn’t trust me. But I was beginning to believe he was using his territorialism as an excuse to spend time with me—which I didn’t mind at all.
I liked my husband.
A half hour later, I circled back to Luca with a coffee, sliding it in front of him.
“How’s my good boy doing?” I whispered to him.
He growled at me. “I’m thinking of all the bad, bad things I’ll be doing with you as soon as I have the chance.”
“Which won’t be tonight if you don’t get through more employee surveys.”
He winced. “You’re a taskmaster.”
“I am.” I shoved his shoulder. “Now, get back to work or I’ll be forced to crack the whip.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”
Luca’s hand gripped my shoulder, the other held my ass cheek. “Don’t move, pretty girl. Don’t fucking move.”
My back opening burned and stretched from Luca’s thick cock breaching it and sliding into me. I clawed at the couch cushions, keeping still for him everywhere else, tamping down every instinct telling me to rock into him.
“You’re so tight,” he gritted out. “So hot and tight.”
I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. Not because it hurt but from the intensity.
“You won’t fit.”
As soon as we left Kenji’s, Luca drove us to the Davenport, herded me to our room, and ordered me to strip. By the time he bent me over the arm of the couch, I was shaking and soaked. Dropping to his knees behind me, he buried his face between my thighs, taking me over the edge again and again until I was delirious. Then he announced it was time for him to take my ass, and I’d had no objections.
His hand rained a smack on my ass. “Don’t doubt me, Saoirse.”
My doubts lay in my ability to handle him, not in Luca. He could work me into a frenzy in three licks. Even a filthy look would do.
“Just fuck me already,” I squeezed out. “Prove it to me.”
He slapped me again. “Don’t rush me. I plan to enjoy this.” To illustrate how unrushed he was, he retreated, then slid in at a snail’s pace, going a little farther this time. “You have the prettiest little hole and fuck if it’s not clamping around me like a fist.”
“Stop talking about my asshole and fuck it.”
He leaned over my back, gripping my hair at the crown. His lips were near my ear, whispering taunts. “You’re not in charge here, pretty girl. Right now, I own you, and I’ll talk about all the parts of you I’m obsessed with whenever I want. Here’s a hint: it’s all of you, so we’re gonna be here for a while.”
I had no sassy comeback. Not when he chose that moment to push the rest of the way inside me, his hips flush with my backside. A wobbly moan was the best I could do, but that really said it all.
Luca slid one hand around my front to play with my nipple, rolling the hardened bud between his fingers. The other held on to my hip as he started to build up a steady rhythm. Still slow and gentle, but dear god, was it good.
“Keep going,” I panted.
“Don’t need to worry about that. I couldn’t stop if I tried.”
Flesh met flesh. Pleasure thrummed in my veins. Luca’s hands owned my body, trailing over my curves, stroking my live-wire flesh. In his hold, I was unbound, crying out with a voice I’d never used. Grasping, clawing, helpless. He drove into me, harder now but precise. Never taking it too far.
My toes curled into the carpet.
My mouth went slack.
I pushed back, meeting his purposeful thrusts.
Our skin slapped, and Luca murmured all the words I needed to hear. Even in my helplessness, he told me I had the power. He couldn’t contain his attraction to me. Inside me, he was found. He thought about this, us together, when we were apart.
“My fuckable little wife,” he grunted. “Pretty ass, perfect tits. Could fuck you for days and still want more.”
“Try it,” I begged.
“You’d have me lose my company, would you?”
That earned me another spanking. I threw my head back and moaned so loud it rattled the walls. He spanked me some more and powered into me, taking my breath away.
“It would be worth it,” Luca answered himself.
“Screw capitalism. It’s not even that good.” I had no idea what I was saying, but it earned me a deep thrust and Luca’s fingers on my clit, so it must have been right.
His thumb rolled my clit, the other fingers sliding into my slick pussy, filling me up beyond anything I’d ever known. To the brim and then some. My breath came in short pants. There was no room for my lungs to expand.
“What are you doing to me?” I cried, my head floaty.
“Exactly what you need.”
He was right. So, so right. After two days of jealousy and flirtation, I did need this. Luca took me out of my head, out of my goddamn skin, and conquered me the way only he could.
It wasn’t forever, but for now, I was so very his.
I’d never wanted to be anyone’s, but I loved belonging to Luca Rossi.
With that thought, my inner walls clamped down around him, and I soared into another climax. Panting, yelling, writhing, my body seized, my heart trying to beat right out of my chest.
Luca grunted, low and feral, his grip digging into my hips as he rode the wild wave with me until he finally allowed himself to fall. Hot spurts filled my back channel, and my own arousal flooded past his fingers, rolling down my thighs.
As soon as he finished, he slid out of me and carried me to the bathroom, somehow steady on his feet when I wasn’t certain I even had feet any longer. He even took the time to tell me it was too bad he couldn’t add the carpet to the evidence bag since I’d surely dripped all over it.
Funny man.
We showered together, and Luca washed me like he always did. Careful, gentle, thorough, especially between my legs. Then he dried me just as carefully and bundled me under the covers in bed, crawling in beside me.
I blinked at him. “What are you doing?” We didn’t get in bed after. We got dressed and left.
Luca was on his back, as relaxed as could be, his hands behind his head. “I was thinking I might lie here for a while then order room service.”
“Why?”
His brow crinkled. “Why not? I paid for the whole night. They’re not going to kick us out when the hour’s up. It’s not that kind of place.”
“You’re so rude.” I kicked him, but he captured my foot beneath his calf.
“And you’re usually nicer after I make you come.” He reached down to cup my pussy, sliding one finger along my slit. Despite being a little sore and a lot sated, goose bumps sprouted along my limbs, and heat pulsed in my core. “Hmm…is my pretty girl not satisfied?”
“I won’t be able to walk if you satisfy me more than you already have.” I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “You’ve trained me to respond to you. I can’t help it.”
His mouth hitched. “I like that. Because I have to tell you, one whiff of your scent and I’m hard. It pisses me off sometimes, but knowing you’re just as needy for me makes it an easier pill to swallow.”
“And willing, Luca. I’m needy and willing.” I pressed his hand against my heated core. “You’re the one who put boundaries up. Things would be a lot easier without them.”
His dark gaze swept my face, and he shook his head. “No. As tempting as it would be to bend you over the kitchen table whenever the mood strikes, those boundaries are necessary for me.”
“Okay.”
Rolling away from him so he couldn’t read the disappointment etched on my face, I grabbed the room service menu from the nightstand. I couldn’t even say why I was so disappointed. Sex with Luca was great, and I wanted more of it, but that shouldn’t have caused this pang in my belly.
He followed me, his chest flush with my back, chin on my shoulder. “Hungry?” Knuckles dragged from my navel to my core and back up.
“Mmm. Starved, actually.”
He kissed me below the ear. “Are we good, pretty girl?”
Twisting my neck to see him, I smiled. “We’re perfect.”
But now that the pang was there, I was all too aware of it.
I poked the menu. “I’m going to get a milkshake.”
“Perfect,” he whispered.
Just freaking perfect.
