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With nails digging into my legs, she tightened around me. “Luca! Oh, God. Yes! Yes!”

Her body tried to move forward, but I pulled her back against me as she trembled from her release.

I kissed the center of her back. “Any regrets?”

Her breaths were still coming in hard pants, but she managed to say the one word I wanted. “None.”

I was screwed.

Chapter13

Bosom Buddies

Paige

It seemed that rats were a precursor to me having epic orgasms. If I got one as a pet, I’d probably be catatonic from all the pleasure.

“What’s that about rats?” Luca was still inside me and my legs were too unsteady to try to stand.

“Nothing.” I sighed, covering my nipples with one arm. Removing my shirt was completely unnecessary considering he hadn’t even taken off his pants.

Now that the endorphins were settling down, my reality was crashing down on me. Anyone could have seen us if they had good eyesight or binoculars. And then there was Ryker who was right down the hall.

His apartment wasn’t massive like I’d suspected it would be, and his room was right at the end of the long hallway. He definitely would have heard us at the end.

“We should get cleaned up.” Luca kissed my shoulder as he removed his arm from around my waist. “Are you okay to stand?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I stood gingerly, a shudder running through me as he slipped out and wetness dribbled down my leg. “I should, uh...”

“Stay right there.” Luca got up and waddled to the kitchen where he removed the condom, tied it up, and threw it in the trash under the sink. He pulled up his pants, leaving them undone.

Watching him made my body flush with heat, and not because I was turned on. There I was standing naked in the dining room that didn’t even belong to the man I’d just fucked.

Before I’d moved to New York, I’d only slept with three men, and in a month, I’d slept with not one but two men. Not to mention the kiss with Garrett.

What was I doing?

Luca came back to me with a clean hand towel, concern furrowing his brows. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

I sniffled back my tears.Don’t you dare cry after this man just gave you two mind-blowing orgasms.

He gently put the folded-up towel between my legs and then pulled me into his arms, rubbing my back. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

I shook my head, burying my face in his shirt. This had been a horrible idea, just like the hotel had been. My quarter-life crisis was turning into just that. “I don’t think I’m cut out for casual sex.”

With his hands still on my back, he pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes. “What just happened here was nothing casual.”

Then what exactly was it? I didn’t want to think that they were meaningless words, but they defied logic. I’d barely spoken to this man and what we just did wasn’t casual?

“It doesn’t matter.” I shrugged and stepped back, confused not only by my actions but all of theirs. It had just been one night and yet there was this weird pull I felt toward all three.

“It does matter.” Luca sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know this is in the wrong order, but let me take you out.”

“But why?” I removed the towel from between my legs and found my shirt barely hanging onto one of the barstools. “My pussy isn’t that magical, is it?”

“Oh, it’s magical all right.” He grabbed my panties before I could and shoved them into his pocket.

I scrunched my nose. “That’s-”

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