On my phone’s six-inch screen, Luca was unbuttoning his shirt. “If you don’t know, I must not be doing this right.”
Biting my lip, I skipped off to the privacy of my room. As my head hit the pillow, he shoved his shirt off. “I think you’re doing a fine job.”
Luca grinned and slowly unbuckled his belt. The fine leather slid through loop after loop, and I watched with rapt attention as he tossed it to the floor of his home office. “What do you want, Sasha?”
“Pants off.” He unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall to his feet. “Damn.”
Luca’s hand trailed down his abs until he reached the band of his black boxer briefs. Toying with the elastic, he licked his lip. I pressed my thighs together, waiting to see what he would do next.
Luca didn’t disappoint. He stroked himself over his boxers, his cock lengthening before my eyes.
“Boxers off,” I demanded. He dragged them down until he was standing in all his naked glory. “Fuck me.”
“I would if you were here.” He squeezed the base of his cock with a groan. “Nothing feels better than you, baby.”
Like a professional cam guy, Luca stroked himself. With every thrust, his abs and thighs flexed. His half-lidded eyes stayed trained on me as he fucked his fist.
My skin flushed all over as I squirmed under his stare.
“So fucking pretty and pink,” he gritted out, which only intensified the heat in my cheeks. I swallowed, my mouth watering as I watched him please himself. Every little groan sent a thrill through me. “My perfect fucking wife.” He grunted, his hand speeding up.
“Luca . . .” I didn’t know what to say. My husband was about to come from just looking at my face.
“And your voice. Fuck.” Luca threw his head back and let out a deep, soul-satisfying groan. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. I marveled at how his body rippled and contracted. When our eyes met, he came moaning my name.
Suddenly, the phone went black, and Luca yelled, “Damn it, Ryan!”
Jarred from my sexual haze, I laughed, waiting for Luca to pick up his phone. When he did, he was delightfully rumpled, his forehead shiny from exertion. “Your cat is a menace.”
“It’s the risk you take when you prop your phone up for a little show and tell.”
There was a light knock on the door and a quiet, “Sasha?”
“Uh, give me a minute.” I grabbed the covers as if I was the naked one.
“Sasha?” Luca’s voice echoed through the room. I faintly wondered if everyone had heard his little show.
“Uh, I think I got to go.”
He chuckled. “All right. Have fun tonight.”
“You too. Be nice tonight. No scowling at the dancers.”
Luca smiled. “I promise. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I tossed the phone and smoothed my hair—which was ridiculous. Not a hair was out of place, despite me feeling freshly fucked. The power of modern technology.
Standing, I adjusted my bikini and took a deep breath. When I opened the door, Adriana wasn’t there. “Hello?”
“Over here,” Adriana called from the pool.
I grabbed the platter of fruit and joined her poolside. Sitting on a towel, I put my feet in the cool water. “I thought you were taking a nap.”
She grabbed a strawberry and shrugged. “Hard to sleep with all that noise.”
“Ah.”