Page 100 of Handsome Devil
“Luca’s engagement party.” He unzipped his pants.
I didn’t look away. A bit late to play coy.
“Oh, lovely. Sounds like fun.”
“He begs to fucking differ,” he muttered sarcastically, sauntering in nothing but his black Armani briefs toward his suit. “It’s a marriage of convenience to strengthen the ties with the Chicago Outfit. As far as I’m aware, he finds her mousy and unattractive.”
“Why?”
He unhooked his dress shirt from the hanger. “Because she is mousy and unattractive.”
“That’s not nice,” I chided. I was now inside his walk-in closet, leaning against the central island, staring at him with fascination.
“I’d be pissed off too if I had to commit to an eternity fucking a woman I wasn’t attracted to.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” Maybe getting out of the flat would do me good.
“Unnecessary.”
“I could use the fresh air.”
“You won’t get it in a hotel ballroom full of people.”
“Do you not want me to come?”
“I do not want you toleave,” he snapped, turning around to stare me down with fire in his eyes. “You’re already flaking on this deal, and I’m tired of getting fucked over.”
I ate the space between us so we stood toe-to-toe, pressing my palm to his cheek. His gaze narrowed into slits. Both our hearts galloped, beating against one another.
“I will not run,” I whispered.
“I know.” His jaw twitched.
“How do you know?”
“Because I run fucking faster, Gia,” he deadpanned. “I’ll catch you, and you’ll regret it.”
“Not until our contract is expired anyway.” I ignored his threat, not missing his flared nostrils and the muscle jumping in his jaw. “I’ll fulfill my duties to you.”
“That’s very charitable of you.”
“I’ll go put something on,” I smiled.
He clasped my wrist before I could spin around, jerking me back to his sphere. “You’re not coming unless I am.”
“Excuse me?” My breath stuttered in my lungs.
“You heard me.” He stood up, towering over me, making me fight my instinct to shrink and cower. “I’ve eaten you out, fingered you to oblivion, and awarded you with a hundred and thirty-two orgasms now.”
A hundred and forty, actually.And here I thought he was the math genius.
“Your point?”
“You’re using me, and I’m over it. You want to play wife—we fuck. Otherwise, you can stay here, and we’ll resume our little cat-and-mouse game when I’m in a better mood.”
My jaw went slack. “Are you telling me that if I want to come with you, I have to fuck younow?”
He trailed a thumb over my eyebrow affectionately. “Not necessarilynownow. I’ll choose the time and place. But it’ll be in the next twelve hours.”
