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Under his lustful attention, every one of my nerve endings were on fire, heightening the sensations that sparked and surged through me in waves. His tongue came out to wet his lips as his gaze flickered down to the slow, circling patterns I made.

“How does it feel?” he asked, undoing the button on his pants. He slowly pulled down the zipper, his eyes trained on my core.

My breath left my lungs in a long, drawn out shudder. “So good,” I whispered.

Fresh arousal spilled out of me as Luca slid his hand inside his boxers and pulled them back to reveal his burgeoning cock. With a firm grip, he began stroking the length of his shaft with measured purpose. I could tell that he wanted to keep it slow. Make it last.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, pausing his movements to circle his thumb on the tip of his member.

I watched it take on a telltale sheen as he spread his precum over it, and my jaw tightened with the memory of the taste. I swallowed again, increasing the pressure on my clit. I pushed the button on my wand a couple more times to speed up the vibration. The coiled-up knot in my pussy ached for release, painfully throbbing with a need to unravel under Luca’s watchful eye.

A sudden jolt shot through me, tensing the muscles in my thighs and back. My legs quaked dangerously under the threat of my looming climax, and I spread them wider. The change in position made my clit even more sensitive to the vibrations, and I arched my back, relishing the pulsing waves raking through me.

Luca groaned deep in his throat as his view improved. His motions quickened, jostling my bed beneath us both. My moans grew louder then, his pleasure causing my own to swell and peak.

“I’m coming,” I choked out, my breath leaving me in short, rapid spurts. “Oh, God, Luca, I’m coming…”

“Yes,” he breathed. “And then I’m going to make you come again. My way.”

His gravelly voice washed over me, the promise of what was to follow giving me that final push over the edge. My body quaked and shivered through my climax, but even as it did I could feel myself gearing up for more. I wanted it. More of him.

Luca was on top of me before I’d fully discarded my vibrator, his turgid cock rubbing up against my sensitive, still pulsing clit. My body accepted him instantly and entirely. There was no getting enough of him.

“Now it’s my turn,” he growled and swallowed my pleasured moan with a deep, ravenous kiss.

Chapter 17

Luca

Spent.That’stheonlyword that could describe Scarlett and I as we lay tangled up in each other. Head on my chest, her breathing was slow and deep, fingers of one hand absently playing with my hair while the other traced lazy patterns across my abs. And even though I’d just given her every last ounce of myself, I could already feel a sense of renewed arousal stirring under her feather-light touch.

“What time is it?” I asked, breaking into my tired thoughts that wanted to stay right there with her for the rest of the night.

I’d called Maria to stay with my sleeping son but hadn’t arranged for her to be there all night. Luckily, she wasn’t too nosy about my urgent meeting and let me slip out without so much as one question about where I was headed off to.

“I don’t know,” Scarlett mumbled against my skin and then with a pained groan added, “Don’t go yet.”

She threw her arm around me and pulled me closer, tightening her hold on me. I kissed the top of her head, stroking my fingers along the length of her arm. She had no idea what she was doing to me. As if I needed a second invitation…

“I don’t want Leo to wake up without me there,” I said then, my tone soft and apologetic.

She sighed heavily but said nothing. I knew she understood and wouldn’t do or say anything to compromise my position with him. A tightness wrapped around my heart and gave it a squeeze, a feeling I’d only ever felt with her and nobody else. Over the past few weeks, I’d tried to ignore it, but lying in her bed with her that way, there was no denying my growing feelings for her.

A low rumbling sound floated up in the depths of the darkness surrounding us, and I felt Scarlett stiffen in my arms for a second. Then she broke into a muffled laugh, using my chest to cover her face.

“Was that you?” I asked, not holding back my own surprised laughter.

Scarlett pushed up on her elbow, and in the faint moonlight, I saw the deep flush staining her milky cheeks.

“I’m starving,” she said. “Sorry.”

I brushed her hair from her face, letting my hand linger there for a bit. “Don’t be sorry. Get dressed.”

I smiled at the look of alarm on her face as I pushed her aside and got off the bed, grabbing for my clothes that were strewn all over the floor.

“Get dressed?” She blinked up at me. “Luca, it’s nearly four in the morning. And you have to get home.”

I tied my pants, leaving the belt dangling as I shrugged into my shirt. Tossing Scarlett a pair of jeans from the armchair in the corner, I said, “I have to be there when Leo wakes up, which won’t be for another few hours. Now, come on, are you starving or not?”

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