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His lips curved. “First I need to drag them all out of you.”
I grinned, gently pushing my foot into his thigh. “I really don’t know why I didn’t like you before.”
He looked at me, though there was no humor on his face.
“Me either,” he replied somberly, something hot burning in his eyes that sent waves of fire through my veins.
Luca DiMauro was getting under my skin. Slowly but surely.
* * *
The next day,we walked through the hall of the club together.
Holding the invitation between my fingers, my insides hummed with excitement and anticipation. The red carpet was plush under our feet as we walked down the hall, following a petite brunette.
The place was surprisingly quiet, the only noise coming from the rustle of my blue satin gown that Luca insisted I wear. When I complained about my belly, he shrugged and said, “I don’t give a fuck. Let them all see how gorgeous you are while pregnant.”
How was a woman to resist those words?
I nudged Luca with my shoulder. “Please tell me you haven’t been with anyone here,” I whispered, pointing my eyes in front of us.
He shook his head and relief washed over me. I have started to dread the day I’d see one of his exes. He must have one on each corner.
I had started to think of him as mine. Someone to call when I was in a bind. Someone to call when I needed a shoulder to cry on. Someone to watch a movie with.
Jesus, it almost sounded like a boyfriend without the sex. My libido immediately responded willing to take it a step further.
Lovely!
Red carpets and walls covered in black flocked wallpaper surrounded us as we made our way deeper into the building.La Sensazione erotica. The name of the club left nothing to the imagination.
“You have a private room,” the girl announced, her voice raspy. It didn’t escape me how she kept eyeing Luca. It took all I had not to grab his hand and scream,He’s mine. “It allows a clear view to the entire room and…events.”
Oh geez. I had half a mind to tell her we weren’t voyeurs. Just crossing something off my bucket list. But then I just shrugged. It didn’t matter what she thought.
She finally came to a stop and opened the door. Once I entered, my mouth gaped.
“Thank you, that will be all,” Luca told the woman, then nudged me inside.
The room had the black wallpaper and red carpets, just like the rest of the place. A large window. A sofa and a wall with a fully stocked bar.
It was fascinating. I watched as a woman fell to her knees, her eyes on her partners. Her hands behind her, her tongue swept over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth with an eager expression on her face.
“I don’t get it,” I muttered.
“Don’t get what?” Luca questioned. Unlike me, his eyes were on me. He didn’t seem into all this.
My eyes flickered his way, then back to the scene in front of me. “Why is she so eager to serve him?” I tilted my head sideways. “I mean, it’s only for his benefit and his pleasure. Yet, she seems to be begging for it.”
“How many times have you given a blow job before?” Luca’s question came out in a growl.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Once or twice.”
Suddenly, Luca sat up straight and took my chin between his fingers. “Names.”
I blinked confused. “Huh?”
“I want their names,” he demanded.
