Page 53 of My Pucking Crush

“I’m going to call someone to help me clean this up once I finish him off,” I say to do something with my mouth and not drop to the carpet and blow him.

“Who are you going to call?”

I guffaw hoarsely. “It doesn’t matter. Just someone I trust. Completely. She—”

“She?”

I cock my head to him. “Therearefemale cleaners.”

“Cleaner. A cleaning lady?”

“Samara isn’t a maid.”

“What?” Max spits out. “Whatwillshe do?”

“Cut up and get rid of the body.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

Max

Iremind myself that Richmond’s owner came after me before Luca was involved. This situation isn’t his fault, even though he’s frighteningly adept at protecting me from yet another attack.

“Go shower, Max,” he orders.

Without another word, I finish stripping, leaving my tux in a pile on the floor like he requested. I tromp naked to his guest bathroom and turn on the shower. The hot spray doesn’t ease my tense shoulders right away.

Of all the men I pictured I’d have a relationship with, the dark fantasies that ran through my head alone in my bed at night when I couldn’t sleep, or when I watched gay porn, I never considered a mafia man.

A killer.

I’m crazy about you.

Luca’s voice slams back into me just as the glass shower door opens.

“You did it already?” I bark. “I... I didn’t hear anything.”

“No. He’s still lying there. In pain. That guy wanted to hurt you. That deserves extra punishment. Let him writhe in agony while you give me the most exquisite pleasure of the flesh.”

“I’m seriously questioning my attraction to you.” Yet, I feel myself getting hard.

The size of his cock has me hesitating. All the metal. And right there I know I want him in my mouth.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“That’s smart of you. Question everything, Max.” Luca steps inside. “And trust no one. Just me.”

The wide stall has dual shower heads, the right-side spout raining down on me. The left side starts, the sputtering water capturing my attention.

“Did you say you were crazy about me?” I whisper to break the tension.

“I did.” Luca’s wild eyes scan my body, and his hungry voice sounds like he’s ready to devour me. “Turn around.” Before I can think of a reason not to, I face the shower wall.

He’s being paid to protect me. He won’t hurt me. Even in the steamy shower, Luca’s masculine heat envelops me, pressing his chest into my back. He’s a few inches shorter. But his cock lines up perfectly with...

Oh, God...

“Max...” Luca breathes a whisper of heat across on my back. “I am crazy about you. But it’s a fan crush. Don’t read too much into it.”

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