Page 80 of My Pucking Crush

“Aw, fuck, Max if you’re going to beg, save it for when you want me on my knees.”

My cock stiffens back to life. And my running shorts will give him the show I wanted earlier. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

“I met with a man about that job I told you about.”

My jaw unhinges. “Already?”

“I need to secure a place for me and Samara.”

Hearing his sister’s name, my anger softens. Even though she’s a badass who scared me a little. A contractor she hired is recarpeting Luca’s guest bedroom and giving the entire condo a cleanup when we’re not home. My condo association wasn’t pleased with the unscheduled maintenance.

“That’s where you were all night?” I move toward him. “Meeting with the...mafia boss you want to work for? What’s his name?”

Luca shakes his head.

“Another name I can’t have in my head?”

“You’re catching on.” He rolls up his sleeves and goes into my fridge like he lives here.

The visual tears at my soul, then puts me back together. A gorgeous, working man, living with me. Sharing a home. Opening my refrigerator like it’s his.

Ours.

He takes out a container of orange juice and my eyes stray to the bag of food he brought home.

It’s warm to my touch, and as I bring the lumpy contents to my nose, I damn near rip it open. “Bagels?”

“From the city. Right out of the oven.”

“And loaded with carbs.” The freshly baked dough makes my mouth water. “I hate you.”

“Good thing only one of us will be the death of you.”

“You bought the bagels, I’ll cook breakfast.”

After I change into something appropriate for frying bacon, I cook Luca and I two amazing bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches on the warm and crusty New York bagels. I have so many more questions about this new job, but Gilda walks in and looks upset that she didn’t get to make me breakfast on a rare day that I’m still at home during the season.

My busted-up face opens the conversation, and I close it with my suspension. She doesn’t even let us clean up, but Luca’s eyes look like he’s drugged.

He’s been up all night.

I haven’t been suspended since college and have no idea what to do with myself. Coach Beck left me a message saying he and Bronwin don’t want me at the game. I’m too wiped out to argue. But I call the defense coach, and he uploads videos for me to watch from home all day.

Luca sleeps until around two and finds me in my office sprawled out on the leather sofa looking at my iPad. He’s in sweats and a T-shirt. And looks fucking delicious.

“Gilda gone for the day?” he asks, adorably rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah. I reset all the alarms.” I sit up. “Tell me about the job.”

“Why?” He leans on the chair, crossing one ankle over the other.

To see if I can still fuck you after you leave.

But I don’t say that.

“Curious. I don’t know anyone in the mafia. It’s a word that gets thrown around a lot. I’m thinking it means a lot of different things. Different businesses.”

Luca takes a seat. “Very good. It is a catch-all. Different syndicates deal in different forms of illegal activities.”

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