“Yes, please.” I cuddled into his side.
He wrapped an arm around me and smiled. “You want to get out of here?”
“Yep. I’m ready.”
We made our way to the car waiting outside. “Pete.”
He dipped his head. “Ms. Sasha. Having a good night?” He grinned at me as he opened the door.
“We sure are.”
We slid into the sedan, my ass thankful for the heated seats.
“Home?” Pete asked as he smoothly pulled away from the curb.
“Actually, take us to The Libertine.” Luca gazed at me with a smile that flipped my insides. “It’s been too long since we’ve made a whole night of it.”
“You sure? I’m okay, just heading home.” The idea of dancing and drinks with Luca was delicious, but going home had certain perks. Like finally getting his cock inside me.
He placed his hand on my thigh, his fingers inching closer and closer to my pussy. “I’m sure.” Nuzzling into my neck, he nipped my earlobe, and I swallowed back a moan. Pete didn’t deserve to have to put up with our shenanigans.
The Libertine was only a few blocks away from the venue, so we got there before Luca had a chance to do more than paw at me. Pete opened my door, his gaze politely diverted, but I didn’t miss the smirk on his face. This poor man.
“Let’s go through the back.” Luca led me past the line wrapped around the block to a metal door. It swung open, and Tommy, one of the young guys I’d seen around, ushered us inside.
The bass traveled through the soles of my feet, my hips swaying to the beat. Heat radiated off the dancing bodies, creating a haze through the flashing lights. Sweat beaded between my breasts, my winter coat far too heavy for the club.
“Want to go upstairs?”
I glanced up to the VIP section, and it was just as packed as the main level. “Sure.”
We got drinks and a spot where we could look over the dance floor. I downed my drink, set the glass down, and wrapped my arms around Luca’s neck. It never failed to blow my mind how handsome he was. “Hey.”
He smiled, wrapping his arms around me. “This is nice.”
“It is.”
We swayed to the upbeat party music, staring into each other's eyes, the rest of the world falling away. Song after song, he held me, his hands staying on my back, never straying to my ass like they usually did. He held me like I was going to disappear.
“You want to go somewhere and talk?” Luca tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. When I nodded, he smiled tiredly.
The crowd parted for Luca as he pulled me through the club. He lifted his chin at a burly, bald man, and we went inside.
“This is one nice office.” The room was dimly lit but clean and quiet. They must’ve soundproofed it because I couldn’t hear the music anymore.
“You sound surprised.”
“I am. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.” Luca leaned against the door, his eyes following me as I wandered around the room. I walked around the desk, my fingers dragging across the polished wood. “Do you spend much time here?”
“Not much. Mickey handles the clubs. I just pop in to make sure everything is running smoothly.”
“Huh.” I spun the chair around and took a seat. “So.”
Luca pushed off the door, taking his time as he made his way to the chair in front of the desk. He gripped the back of it, his fingers digging into the leather. “So.”
“I hate talking.”
“I know. Let me start.” Luca ran a hand down his face and fell into the chair. “I’m sorry for leaving in the middle of our fight.”