Page 49 of My Pucking Crush

“What?”

“Give. Me. Your. Wallet.”

“If you need cash, just ask.” I reach into my suitjacket and throw it at him.

Fucker catches it with one hand. Impressive.

“I don’t need a penny from you.” He reaches into my wallet and takes out what looks like a dime. “Tracking device.”

I sit up and reach to take back my wired-up wallet. “Who did this? You?”

“Yes. In case someone got to you.” He places the tracking dot back. “Please don’t remove it. But now you know. You can’t escape me.”

“But I did.” I lean back.

“Iletyou escape. I knew you were with Damien Carter. It’s part of the job. Giving space to a client when they need it.” He removes his suit jacket, slow and controlled. “Tonight, you needed it.”

“Why did you let me kiss you.?”

“Let you?” He cocks an eyebrow. “I guess you needed that, too.”

“You were right the first time. That can’t happen again,” I bite out.

“Are you sure?” He removes his tie and tosses it on the dresser. “I’m thinking I may have been wrong.”

I don’t counter that, shock and excitement racing through me.

Luca removes a gun from his holster, the loud clang on the dresser kicking up my excitement. With my eyes back on him, he strips off layer after layer of his sexy suit. His bare chest is a work of art. Muscles. Tattoos. More piercings.

My head was spinning so badly in Houston, all I could see was his mouth.

I have some ink, nothing elaborate, but Luca has the etchings of a warrior. The words ‘Freedom and Choice’ are boldly scrolled in thick calligraphy, one on each hip.

His nipple piercings make my mouth water, wantingto tug them between my teeth. His trim waist flares out to hips with a V-cut muscle. His biceps are beautifully sculpted with sexy veins running up and down both arms.

He drops his trousers and the bulge in his briefs makes me blink a few times. “See something you like, Mr. Ryan?”

“Actually...” I lose my breath.

“Care to take that kiss in the coat closet further?” He tugs on the waistband of his briefs.

I swing my legs across the bed and get to my feet, standing at my full height. “I’m sorry for leaving the gala without you.”

“You’re forgiven.” He grabs my arm as I try to pass him. “Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?”

“No,” I blurt.

“It’s your apartment, but if you’re not staying, I’d like to get some sleep.” Luca’s fingers slip into his waistband, and I freeze. “Well? Are you staying?”

I huff out a breath and wait him out.

He calls my bluff and slides them down.

The room lighting glints off metal, and staring closer, I see rows of bolts. I was robbed of this view in Houston. His big hands had gripped his cock, hiding this surprise.

His fucking cock is pierced.

And it’s goddamn huge. Even flaccid. Long and thick.

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