Page 72 of Empire of Temptation

He shook his head and slid his hands onto my hips. “The chair can handle it, but we’ll deal with that tomorrow. Right now, I have plans for you.”

“Are these naked plans?”

“Yes.” He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck. “Relax. You will like them very much.”

Without waiting for me to comment, Luca dipped his head and sealed his mouth to mine. This was a much different kiss than the car. That had been coaxing, teasing, almost like a game between us. This was fierce and relentless, and I could sense his determination with every swipe of his lips, every flick of his tongue. His heat andstrength wrapped around me, bolstering me, chasing away my fears, and I leaned into him, letting him hold my weight.

He broke off, and I was happy to hear his breathing was as labored as mine. “Go find the bed, piccolina.”

Arguing or refusing never even occurred to me. I was going to have sex with this gorgeous and sophisticated older man tonight. I’d deal with everything else tomorrow.

My head swam with so much desire that my limbs shook with it. I nearly tripped as I made my way into the bedroom. Luca was right behind me, silent, with not even his feet making noise on the floor. But I knew he was there because my skin prickled the way it did whenever he was in the same room. Something about this man felt inevitable, a temptation I’d never been able to resist. A reward for so much loss and heartache.

I deserved this in a very temporary, non-mistress kind of way.

In the bedroom was a perfectly made king-sized bed. White sheets, fluffy pillows. Classy, exactly like Luca. I sat on the edge of the mattress as instructed and waited for whatever happened next.

He stopped a few feet away, his mouth curving wickedly as he removed his suit jacket. God, that tie did crazy things to me. Actually, any time he wore a tie. Something about the power and confidence of it made me want to wrap that long silk strip around my fingers and never let go.

His shoulders shifted as he removed his cufflinks and slipped them in his trouser pockets. Did any man my age even own a pair of cufflinks? Certainly none I’d met. Luca’s hands went to his throat and he loosened the tie, then slid it off his neck in a whisper of silk. He tossed it on the bed near my hip. “Just in case,” he said, his eyes glittering. “We might need it later.”

Before I could spend too much time thinking about that, he pulled his shirt tails from his trousers and started smoothly unfastening each button. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, but I couldn’t look away from his hands—his large, capable sexy fingersthat had been teasing my clit about twenty minutes ago. I pressed my thighs together as more and more of his chest was revealed.

Then his stomach came into view and I forgot to breathe. If there was ever a doubt as to whether a man in his late thirties could have abs, I could say that yes, yes they definitely could. It wasn’t an eight pack like a fitness model, but a solid four. Luca was inshape. You could tell he took care of himself and cared about his appearance.

The shirt fluttered to the ground. I rolled my lips and inhaled a deep breath as I looked him over. My god. This was aman, not a boy. He had wide shoulders and toned arms, not to mention a chest with hair on it. His muscles moved beneath the skin, veins popping in all the best places, and I wondered if he’d unlocked some kind of forearm kink in me.

His hands went to his belt.

I sat up straighter.

He unbuckled the ends and pulled the leather from the loops of his trousers in one smooth motion. He tossed the belt on the floor. When his fingers went to his trousers, I couldn’t miss the large bulge behind the fabric. I edged forward. This was the best, most erotic striptease I’d ever seen in my life, and I was dying to see the rest of him.

“The way you are watching me,” he whispered as stepped out of his shoes. “So eager and attentive. It gets me so hard, piccolina.”

“I thought—” My voice caught, so I cleared my throat. “I thought I would be stripping for you.”

“You will, don’t worry. But let me show you everything I have for you first.”

The rasp of the zipper lowering was like teeth scraping across my nipples, which were now pulled taut, aching. I gripped the soft bedspread with both hands, panting slightly. Jesus. He’d barely touched me tonight and I felt drugged. Drunk on his pheromones and manliness.

He pushed the trousers past his hips and stepped out of them, his socks quickly following. When he straightened, he wore designerboxer briefs that hugged every ridge and bulge like the fabric was tailored just for him.

“Wow,” I said, unable to help myself.

“Dai, it gets better,” he said with a cocky smile, then stripped off the boxer briefs.

Holy shit.

He wasn’t kidding. It did get better. A lot better. A lot, a lot better.

Granted, my experience with dicks was limited to the virtual kind, but I’d seen enough to know that Luca was gifted. His dick was long and thick, the type that women whispered about behind their hands when they got together.

I never thought to actually see one of these in person.

Luca gave himself a long, slow stroke, almost as if he was showing off. Which was totally unnecessary, in my opinion. This dick spoke for itself.

“Allora, piccolina. Take that dress off.”

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