Page 72 of The Secrets We Keep

“It was long,” she confessed. “But it’s better now.”

He leaned down and brushed a kiss against her lips as the doors slid open with a ding, and he took her hand when they stepped off and turned down the hallway.

She set her bag down on the counter and turned on all the lights out of habit, squeaking when Luca wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his nose into her hair, inhaling deeply.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. It’s too quiet without you.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and then nibbled her skin gently. “Business before or after?”

“Before or after dinner? Or something else?”

He chuckled low, and the sound sent goosebumps skidding along her skin. He slid one hand around to her hip, dragging down the hidden zipper on her skirt. Once he flipped open the hook at the top, her skirt fell to the floor in a whisper of fabric, and his hand immediately moved to her ass, giving it a light smack.

“We’ll do dinner and business after I fuck you, then.”

Her pulse quickened, and she rocked back against him, grateful now for the height her heels gave her, even if her feet were protesting. She rocked again, moaning low in her throat at the feel of Luca’s cock against her ass.

In response, he slipped a hand down the front of her panties, dragging his finger up the length of her pussy and over her clit, teasing it in slow circles until she shivered with anticipation.

“Luca,” she grumbled when he refused to touch her where she needed it most. “You’re being mean.”

“Is that not what you want?” He moved his finger away again, holding her body captive against his while he teased her with light brushes of his fingers against her pussy.

“You know it’s not,” she replied, rocking against his hand.

“Tell me what you want then, baby girl.”

Up and down, over and over, until she felt like she’d go mad from it. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He hummed against her neck, giving her skin another teasing bite before sliding one finger deep inside her. “Like that?”

She gripped his forearm, nails digging in while he moved his finger in and out, making her gasp. “More.”

Swiping his thumb roughly over her clit, his arm cinched tighter around her waist when her knees wobbled, and he slid another finger inside her.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” he promised, grinding the palm of his hand against her clit while he curled his fingers forward to tap against her G-spot. “Push your panties down for me.”

She worked the thong over her hips and down to her knees, wriggling so it slid down her calves to the floor. Carefully stepping out of it, she groaned at the way Luca’s fingers moved inside her.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered against her ear, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. “You remember the first time I fucked you?”

“In the club. In the ladies’ room.”

She’d been sweaty and hot and more than a little drunk. But she didn’t think it was the alcohol that made her go with Luca when he grabbed her by the hand and led her back to the bathrooms. He’d pushed her inside and locked the door behind them.

There had been no hesitation when he darted forward and claimed her mouth, backing her up against the bathroom counter and then turning her around to face the mirror. He’d shimmied her skirt up, smiling when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“What did I say to you?” He slid his fingers out and back in, grinding them deep and curling them forward until she jerked.

“You said I was yours,” she panted. “And that you were going to prove it to me.”

He growled low in her ear, his cock grinding against her ass while his fingers picked up speed, fucking in and out of her, his palm smacking against her clit.

“You are mine, Sienna. Your body and your heart and your soul. They’re all mine.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, reaching out to brace her hands against the edge of the counter. “Fuck, Luca.”

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