“You are so fucking perfect.” With his eyes heavy-lidded and full of hunger, Luca stroked himself.
I kept my eyes on him as I slid my panties down and stepped out. “You want me—” I turned around and glanced over my shoulder. “Like this?”
Luca’s eyes dropped to my ass. He bit his lip and reached out, pulling me back to him.
A sharp pain made me jump, but he held me in place. “Did you bite my ass?” I stared at him, open-mouthed, and he grinned.
“Yeah. Touch your toes.” He smacked my ass, and I shivered.
I leaned over, my nails grazing my ankles as Luca dug his fingers into my cheeks, spreading them wide. Nothing happened for a moment, and my legs shook in anticipation.
When Luca’s warm tongue brushed against my ass, my nails scored my ankles. He hummed against me, and I reached out for the coffee table for support.
“Your toes, Sasha.”
I swallowed, took a small step out, and bent my knees, finally reaching my ruby red toenails.
Completely exposed and vulnerable, I stared at my thighs. Luca didn’t make me wait long. His tongue circled my ass while two of his fingers rubbed my clit.
“Luca!” My tits were in my throat, and I shook, trying to stay bent over.
Luca guided me back to his lap as if he could tell I was about to wipe out. His arm caged me against his chest as he slid a hand between my legs, two fingers circling my clit. “You’re so wet,” he murmured in my ear as he slipped his fingers inside me.
His cock pressed against my ass as his fingers lazily moved in and out of me. It felt good but wasn’t enough. I bucked against his hand, but the angle wasn’t right.
Huffing out a breath, I stopped trying as Luca’s chest shook against my back. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Yes.”
“Fucker.” I tried to get out of his lap but only succeeded in standing enough for Luca to spread my thighs and impale me on his cock. We both moaned, his rumbling through me going straight to my pussy.
His hand came down hard on my thigh, and then he dragged his fingers to my clit and pressed down. “Fuck me, Sasha.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. Balanced on the balls of my feet, I raised up and came down hard. Luca’s fingers rubbed in time with my movements. His arm dropped, and his hand explored my torso. Blunt nails trailed down my stomach, goosebumps following in their wake.
I leaned forward, changing the angle, and grabbed his knees for leverage. He grunted behind me as I rolled on top of him. Our bodies moved against each other, slick with sweat. My calves burned, but I wasn’t going to stop.
“I need you to come,” Luca gritted out, his hold on me bruising.
“I need—I need—”
As if understanding my incoherent begging, Luca sunk his teeth into my shoulder as he pinched my clit.
“Luca!” Stars flashed behind my eyelids as my body shook.
When the flutters finally stopped, I sagged back into Luca’s chest. He kissed my shoulder and murmured, “I love you.”
“I love you,” I said between panting breaths. My legs throbbed like I had done an intense workout. When I opened my eyes, I caught sight of the cherry on a cigarette through the window. “Is Frankie out there?”
Luca’s nose brushed against my shoulder. “Yeah. Why?”
“He just got one hell of a show.”
* * *
“For all my complaining, I’m really getting used to being chauffeured to meetings. Especially when it’s not Frankie.” Ashley spread out in the backseat of the town car. “It’s good to see you again, Pete.”
Pete and Ashley shared a smile. “You too, Ms. Brooks.”