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Wrong, I definitely did. But before I confessed all of my secrets, I needed her to be relaxed and satisfied. I slapped her ass with my palm. “Do yourself a favor and get on the desk, Valentina.”

She pressed her lips together and cast a suspicious glance at the desk. “If we do this, nothing changes. I still don’t want you involved in my restaurant.”

I slapped her ass again and she let out the softest, most arousing moan. “I make the rules, bella. Now, go lie down and spread your legs for me.”

Chapter Twelve

Valentina

There were a hundred reasons why this was a bad idea.

For starters I needed to get back to the restaurant, and it was the middle of the day. Also, I was still slightly hung over. Luca and I were practically strangers. Oh, and no one had ever performed oral sex on me before.

I wanted to say no. But the words wouldn’t pass my lips. My insides were on fire, my skin crawling with need. The way he kissed? The way he touched me? It was with absolute focus and concentration, like I was the only person on earth who mattered. So different from any of my previous experiences, limited as they were. Luca was unexpectedly gentle, too. I thought he’d be rough, impatient, but he was the exact opposite.

Safety—that’s what he felt like.

I wasn’t one to act impulsively, but didn’t I deserve a treat after busting my ass for the last three years? After setting aside so much to care for my mom? After giving up dreams of traveling and parties to take over a family restaurant?

And I was certain I could trust Luca. He wouldn’t hurt me and I bet he knew his way around a woman’s body.

I walked over to the desk. Then I moved his things, climbed up, and waited. He stared at me intently, his deep brown eyes almost black, the hint of a smile curving his lips. I felt drunk on his attention, the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world, not an inexperienced twenty-one-year-old. The front of his trousers revealed the erection pushing at the cloth and I loved seeing the proof of his desire for me. This gorgeous manwantedme.

He ran a palm over the ridge in his trousers. “Do you like seeing how hard you get me, fiore mio?”

I licked my lips. “Yes. It’s very sexy.”

Dropping his arm, he started toward me. “My dick is sexy, or the torture you are putting me through?”

I gripped the edge of the desk, nerves and excitement at war in my chest. “Both?”

“My dick is exceptionally sexy,” he said arrogantly, then leaned over me to put his mouth near my ear. “Soon I will show it to you and we will see if you agree.”

My lips parted and I was panting, nearly vibrating with need. Between my thighs was already pooling with arousal and he hadn’t even touched me yet. “Today?”

“No, not today.” He straightened, only to drop to his knees. Large hands pushed my thighs apart and he glanced down to examine me. “Look at that wet spot all for me. Mamma mia, I am going to eat this pussy until you scream.”

“Oh, god.”

He dragged the back of his knuckles along the thin strip of soaked cloth between my legs, brushing over my clit. Shivering, I bit my lip to keep from begging him to hurry up. He hummed in his throat, a sound of male satisfaction, as he peeled my panties off my hips and down my legs. Then I was bare in front of him. “You wax all of your hair off,” he said with a deep rumble. “I like it.”

“You do?”

“I do. Cazzo, you are gorgeous.”

He lightly traced the edges of my labia with a fingertip, a string of mumbled Italian falling from his lips. This teasing was too much. I was ready to crawl out of my skin. “Luca, please.”

“Lie back, Valentina. Let me take care of this pussy.”

I eased down onto the wide desk, nervous about being on display, but Luca began a soft press of his lips to my flesh, quickly erasing all my doubts. I expected him to go quickly, but then I remembered our kiss. Was he going to torture me again? The man had the patience of a saint, apparently.

His dark head looked positively indecent between my legs, his eyes closed as he explored my labia with his mouth. Damn, this man was fucking hot. That, and the combination of his warm breath and gentle touch on my most sensitive skin caused me to tremble with anticipation.

The tip of his tongue flicked at my entrance. He groaned. “Mmmm. So sweet.” He tasted me again, then spread me wide with his hands. “Look at my girl, so wet and slippery.Madonna, the things I’m going to do to you.”

I was so turned on that I barely registered the “my girl” comment. I squirmed, unsure of what I needed but desperate for something more. “Luca, please.”

He dragged his tongue through my slit, then again. “Keep squirming, bella. I like it.”

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