Page 73 of The Secrets We Keep

“That’s right, baby girl,” he said against her ear when she met the short, rough thrust of his fingers with her own. “Come on my fingers, just like the first night I claimed you.”

He drove her closer and closer to the brink, unrelenting in his pace, murmuring into her ear until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her orgasm raced up her spine and sizzled through her nerve endings until her entire body trembled in his arms.

“You are so beautiful when you come for me,” Luca said, pulling his fingers free and bringing them to his lips. “You want dinner and business now?”

“No,” she groaned, grinding her ass against him and making him hiss. “I want your cock inside me.”

“Do you?” She heard the metallic scrape of his zipper before he kicked her legs apart wider and slapped the length of his cock against her already swollen pussy. “Is this what you want?”

She leaned forward and adjusted herself and then pushed back against him, groaning when the tip of his cock brushed against her clit. “I want you, Luca. In every way imaginable.”

He slammed into her so hard and fast, she was rocked onto her tiptoes, the breath stolen from her lungs as he pulled out and pounded into her again and again.

“You have me, baby girl. Forever. Now give me what I want and come on my cock.”

His hand snaked down to her clit as he resumed his rough pace. Every part of her was on fire for him. From the rough but reverent way he used her to the feel of his breath hot on her neck to the relentless way he pushed her harder, faster, higher.

Being with Luca was all-consuming, and she’d never wanted to give over to it more than she did in this moment. To truly be his forever, whatever it took, whatever it meant, whatever she needed to do to make it a reality.

And when he closed his fingers around her clit and commanded her to come with a harsh whisper, she came undone for him a second time. Following Luca wherever he wanted to take her would never be a question.

“Fucking hell, baby girl,” he groaned once he’d spent himself inside her and collapsed on her back, trapping her body between him and the counter. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“Good,” she sighed, and he chuckled, slowly standing and spinning her around to face him.

He kissed her soft and sweet, his fingers playing with the hem of her blouse. “Let’s talk business and eat.”

“Done already?” she wondered as he adjusted himself back into his pants and bent to retrieve her skirt off the floor. The hungry look in his eyes made her shiver when he met her gaze.

“Not a fucking chance. But you won’t have much energy for talking if we keep going and wait to catch up later. And you’ll need the fuel.” He traced the outline of her pebbled nipple through the silk of her top. “Go change, and I’ll heat up something in the fridge.”

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before kicking off her shoes and disappearing down the hallway. There didn’t seem to be much of a point to clothes since he’d only take them off her again anyway, so she stripped out of her shirt and bra and pulled on a robe.

He had dinner on the table and was pouring two glasses of wine by the time she’d taken her contacts out and used the bathroom. He’d scrounged up the leftovers she hadn’t been able to finish after her confrontation with Drago and a few other things she’d been meaning to throw into a salad.

“There wasn’t much.”

“I need to go shopping.” She took her usual seat facing the window, and he sat down opposite. “So? What’s the update?”

He took a slow sip of wine and watched her fork up a bite of pasta before responding. “Matteo is determined to go ahead with the train derailment. Even if that means outing you.”

Sienna set her fork back down and propped the flat of her foot on the edge of the chair. “Okay. When?”

“Before the end of next week. But I’m not doing it if it puts you in too much danger. If I can’t get you out, I’ll do whatever it takes to talk him out of it.”

“It might not matter.”

Luca frowned. “Of course it matters. There’s no way Gallo won’t know he has a spy on the inside once we hit a train. You said the shipments are too randomized, down to hours, for him to draw any other conclusions.”

“I did say that. And it’s true. But I’m skating on ice that’s thinner than I thought. Drago is suspicious of me.”

“Drago.” Luca chewed thoughtfully. “The guy from the secret project?”

“Yeah. I’ve been dragging my feet on giving them much of anything, and Drago is getting impatient with the lack of progress. When he cornered me at lunch yesterday, I must have said the wrong thing.”

“He still doesn’t recognize you, right?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

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