Page 6 of Bossy Ex's Brother

Reality slammed into me with the force of an avalanche, and I pushed back. Embarrassment was slowly creeping in.

“Sorry,” I said, even though I wasn’t entirely sure what I was apologizing for.

“No problem.” His voice was filled with amusement, and it caused a traitorous hunger to run through my body once more. “I enjoyed it as much as you did.”

“Yeah, but it’s just that I don’t usually do this,” I told him because, for some reason, his opinion of me mattered. I didn’t want him to think I was the kind of girl who just went to a random bar and slept with men. Looking up at him, I added, “It’s just that I’ve had an extraordinarily awful day, and I….”

My words trailed off when I suddenly realized just how familiar he looked. The bar downstairs was dark, but the room we were in right now was pretty well-lit. I’d also sobered up some, and without the fog of desire and alcohol, I could recognize that I knew him from somewhere.

It took me a while to pin it down, but it was something about his eyes, one a slightly paler blue than the other one. So blue, in fact, that it was almost grey.

And then one lip quirked up, and recognition hit.

“You.” The horror in my voice was an understatement of how I felt. I shook my head, trying to deny the truth, but I couldn’t deny what was right there, staring me in my face.

I hadn’t just wall-fucked any ordinary stranger at a bar.

I’d fucked him. Lorenzo’s brother.

Luca.

I pushed away from him, stumbling as I did. His hand grabbed my elbow to steady me, but I yanked it back, hitting the table in my efforts to get away from him.

Then, I turned back to face him. He didn’t look particularly offended by my actions. Instead, he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, regarding me like a cat playing with a mouse.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, even though that wasn’t really what I wanted to say. Heck, I didn’t know what I wanted tosay. Most of me wanted to disappear or rewind time to an hour ago before any of this happened.

“I should be asking you that, sweetcheeks,” he said, and the term annoyed me like he probably intended it to. “This is my bar, after all.”

“It is?” I looked around and realized that we were in what looked like an office—a very messy one with a pile of papers on the desk.

Luca followed my gaze and frowned at the pile. “Taxes” was all he said as an explanation.

“You own this bar?” I asked redundantly.

“You’re usually sharper than this,” he commented, again to deliberately annoy me. And once again, it worked.

“Sorry,” I snapped. “I tend to get a little confused when I accidentally sleep with my ex-boyfriend’s brother.”

“There was nothing accidental about that, sweetcheeks.” And then he did something so depraved and utterly rude that I almost couldn’t believe it. He brought up one hand, the one that had been inside me, to his nose and inhaled. His eyes slid shut, and he murmured in pleasure. “Nothing accidental about that at all.”

God, I wanted to sink into the ground. I knew that image would be imprinted in my mind forever.

A lot of conflicting feelings twisted through me, like embarrassment and indignation.

And curiously, arousal, which angered me even more.

“Stop that,” I growled, feeling my face burning with heat. “Oh my God, that’s so gross.”

“Is it?” As if in defiance, he licked around his middle finger before sticking it into his mouth and sucking on it. I nearly squeezed my legs together to suppress the throb in my pussy. Jesus, what was going on? Why was I getting horny again at the sight of him licking me off his fingers?

The only excuse I had was that this man’s sexual magnetism was through the roof.

“I don’t know why you’re so mad,” he said after letting the finger go with a pop and smirking at me once more. “Everything we did here was consensual, and you enjoyed every fucking minute of it.”

“But I didn’t know who you were,” I told him, feeling like I was talking to a wall. “Did you know who I was?”

He didn’t answer, which I took to mean as yes. Of course, he knew. He probably did it to gloat or something. Unscrupulous bastard.

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