Page 135 of His Enforcer

Jax chuckles behind us and then grunts when someone elbows him roughly. They know this is our time together. No interruptions.

I wet my lips, eyeing Luca for a long minute. “Fine. It was good, better than good. Hot. I want it again. All the fucking time.”

His thumb smooths over the back of my hand. “Am I it for you?”

“It? You mean, am I done with other men?”

“Yeah.”

I sigh and lean back, the ache in my ass delicious. “For now.”

He chuckles and pulls my hand up to his lips, kissing me softly. “You’re a terrible liar.”

We make it to the Morrigan in four and a half hours, stopping only once to grab gas and for Luca to get an ice cream cone. He shared it with me, sliding it across my lips and forcing my tongue to lap at it as he drove. My hole clenched around nothing as he did this, and my heart expanded almost painfully.

By the time we walk into the casino’s lobby, I have to kiss him. It’s not a want. It’s a must.

So I do it sloppily, aggressively, in front of everyone, not caring who sees.

I can’t hide it anymore. It’s the beginning of the end for me.

“Alright, kitten, calm down,” he says with a low laugh.

I press my forehead against his and take a deep breath, wanting to kiss him again andagain. I can’t calm down. He’s awakened something inside of me. There’s no caging it anymore. This is what he gets for being my dream come true.

He’s going to have to live with it.

“I’ll take care of you after we meet with Declan,” he says, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

Reluctantly, and with a trembling body, I pull away from him and adjust myself discreetly. As we move further into the casino, two men meet us, both in suits, earpieces coiled behind their ears.

“Mr. Rossi?” one of them asks.

Luca nods and takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“Right this way,” the man says and then turns around, silently commanding us to follow. And we do, traversing through the smoky, crowded room full of flashing lights and piercing noises. When we reach the elevators, the seven of us pile in and as we move up the floors, our eyes land on the numbers changing on the screen above the door. It’s only two floors and Luca’s hand lands on my ass. He can’t resist me either, it seems.

Leaning into him, I rest my head against his shoulder and feel that flutter in my stomach.

Detrimental.

The end.

When the doors open, we all file out and are greeted by two men who I assume to be Declan and his partner, Blake.

“Luca. Glad to meet you in person. I’m Declan MacKenna, and this is my ma—husband, Blake,” Declan says, his eyes flicking to where Luca holds my hand. “You’re both very welcome here.” He meets my eyes for a moment and the corner of his mouth curls up. “Blake rarely lets me go anywhere unsupervised, either.”

Blake grins and leans into Declan’s side, looking both smug and mischievous. “I’ve made myself indispensable. He really can’t get rid of me.”

Luca’s lips curl up on one side. “I have the same problem.”

I tug on his hand in silent annoyance but he doesn’t let me go, just holds on tighter. My heart melts, dripping into my lungs until I find it hard to breathe.

Damn him.

“It’s only a problem for me on days that end with Y,” Declan says blandly, that half-smile still teasing at his mouth, pretending to ignore Blake’s huff. “I’ve set aside a suite for you. These gentlemen will escort you.” He nods at one of the security team, who nods back.

“Thank you,” Luca replies.

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