we returned from Wyoming went by fast. My weekdays were filled with working, hanging with Elise in my downtime, and waving at Luca in passing.
Sure, he’d gotten better about telling me where he was going, but he hadn’t made any effort to spend time with me. Not that I expected him to. It was just…after our trip, I thought we’d gotten closer. Maybe even heading toward friends…with benefits.
But Luca’s walls had gone right back up.
It was for the best. I didn’t have the time to miss him when he was gone. I’d spent the past two weekends working at my friend Kenji’s pop-up business and several evenings during the week meeting with Miles about our potential partnership, which was beginning to seem more and more real.
That was why I was surprised to receive an email from Luca Monday morning since I had barely said more than a “hello” and “goodbye” to him for days.
From: [email protected]
Saoirse,
If you are available at lunchtime, please meet me at the Davenport at noon. Room 1019. If you won’t be able to make it, let me know and we’ll find another time.
Yours,
Luca
I stared at his email, both incensed and turned on. He was so fucking arrogant, assuming I’d jump at the chance to meet him at a hotel. But dear god, did his arrogance do something to me.
I knew he could back up his words with action. Having that taste of Luca left me wanting. And damn him for being right. My toys were fun, but they didn’t satisfy me anymore. Not when I knew the heights my body was capable of attaining with his help.
From: [email protected]
Luca,
I do happen to be free for lunch today. I’m in the mood for a big, thick sandwich. Is that what you were planning to feed me in room 1019? Are you going to cram it down my throat? Will you give me so much it drips down my chin? I really don’t want you to stain my top. It’s silk. So I might have to take it off first.
I hope that was what you had in mind.
Sincerely,
Your Inconvenient Wife
My busy husband managed to reply within minutes.
From: [email protected]
Saoirse,
I’ll feed you. It won’t be a sandwich, but you’ll be satisfied when you walk away, you filthy girl.
The only thing inconvenient about you is you’re not under my desk with your mouth around me, taking care of the situation you created.
Yours,
Luca
Wetness flooded my panties. How did he do this to me?
From: [email protected]
Luca,
Hmmm…is that an invitation?
If not, I’ll see you at noon.
Sincerely,
Your Inconvenient and Wet Wife
From: [email protected]
Saoirse,
I wish it was an invitation. Unfortunately, Miller is sitting across from me, and I think he would notice you crawling under my desk.
I’ll see you at noon. Make sure you’re not wearing panties.
Yours,
Luca
At 12:05, I knocked on the door of room 1019. It was torn open seconds later, and I was yanked inside. It slammed shut as Luca backed me into the wall beside it, huffing at me like an angry bull.
His hips rocked against my belly, and my pulse thrummed.
“Hi,” I said softly. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
His hand came up to my jaw, more gentle than I’d expected given the intensity radiating from his pores.
“I want you on your knees.”
Dear. Fucking. God.
After our email exchange, I wanted that too, but oh, to hear him say it.
Before I could drop, Luca hitched my skirt up to my hips and ran his fingertips over my lace panties.
Without warning, he hooked his fingers over the flimsy material and ripped them off. I whimpered at the brief sting but didn’t protest.
He dangled the red lace beside my face. “I told you not to wear them.”
“I wanted to see what you would do if I did.”
His fingers wrapped around my neck, the lace of my panties pressing against my throat.
“Always teasing. Get on your knees, pretty girl. Put that teasing mouth to good use.”
He dipped down and licked me from collarbone to earlobe, groaning along the way. My knees went weak, which was useful when dropping to them.
Once I was there, I became desperate. Saliva pooled on my tongue. My fingers worked his belt, fumbling around. Luca took mercy on me, unbuckling it himself. I managed to undo his pants, yanking them and his briefs down his hips.
His dick was thick and so hard it was pulsing. I wasted no time curling my fingers around the base and wrapping my lips around the wide head.
Luca and I groaned in tandem. He was so hot and silky on my tongue. The taste of his flesh mixed with precum curled my toes. Giving head wasn’t really my thing, but I wanted to give it to him more than I wanted to find my own release.
His fingers delved into my hair, holding the sides of my head in his palms. He didn’t shove me down his length or try to take over. He let me do my thing, grunting with satisfaction when I took him all the way down my throat.
Something knocked against the wall. When I looked up, I saw it was his head. He’d let it fall back, and his face was slack with pleasure.
“That feels so good, pretty girl. You don’t know how badly I needed this with you.” His hips rocked, sliding his cock along my tongue. “I’ve been thinking about this. About you. Couldn’t go another day without having you.”
I hummed in agreement. I’d been thinking about this too. At night, when he returned from his studio, I pictured him walking into my room and spreading my legs to bury his face there. I rode my vibrator, imagining it was him. It was never enough though.
His fingers slipped from my hair to press on my chin. My mouth opened, and he slipped out, slick with my saliva.
“Get on the bed, Saoirse. Clothes off, hands and knees.”
He helped me up and pressed a hard kiss to my lips, then pushed me toward the bed with a smack on my ass. I shed my shirt, top, and bra and positioned myself how he wanted me.
Luca followed, spreading me with his fingers first, then his tongue. God, he was so good at this. I’d never felt anything like it. His passion and hunger flew me straight to the moon. My nails raked at the sheets. I was helpless to his mouth. He could have told me to jump off a bridge right now and I would have.
He had me trembling in minutes, core throbbing, panting his name. I rutted into his mouth, wordlessly begging for more, to never, ever stop.
Pleasure slammed into me, and my arms collapsed beneath me.
“Luca, Luca, please.”
“I know,” he murmured against me. “I have you. I feel it too.”
There was pressure at my entrance, followed by the slide of his fingers into me. Then his tongue went back to work, lapping at my quivering flesh while he pumped and curled his fingers. And when he hit that spot inside me that made my belly ache and spine arch like an alley cat, he grunted with satisfaction and stayed there. Pressure built and built, making me feel so full I thought I might burst. I told him that. Told him I was close and had lost my sense of control.
He promised he had me. Vowed not to stop. And he kept pressing, stroking, massaging that one magic spot until I snapped.
My entire body quaked when the release came, and moisture flooded my thighs.
“That’s it, pretty girl. That’s fucking gorgeous.”
Luca moved over me, his fingers slipping out even as I continued coming. But I wasn’t empty for long. He took hold of my hips and slid into me in one long, smooth stroke. I was so wet my body gave no resistance to his filling me to the hilt.
“Yes. This is what I’ve been needing.” He started to thrust, deep and slow, opening me up to him even more. Still helpless, barely supporting myself on my boneless arms, I let it happen, knowing he would take care of me and make it good.
“So wet,” he murmured. “These sheets are going in the evidence bag too.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Luca.”
He slammed into me with enough force to knock the wind out of me. “I’m doing all the work here. Never knew you were such a lazy lay.”
I grinned into the sheets. He had me there, but it was his own fault. “That’s because you killed me.”
“You’re hot for a dead woman.” His thumb slid down the valley of my ass, spreading me wide. “Even your tight little hole is pretty. Did you know that?”
“I don’t spend much time looking there.”
He pressed his thumb into me, making me moan. “I plan to spend a lot of time looking at it. Licking it. Fucking it.” I moaned again. This man had the filthiest mouth. “Do you like that idea?”
All I could do was nod.
“I’d fuck your pretty little ass right now if I had lube. Don’t want to tear you apart. I want you to like it as much as I know I will.”
I reached back, clutching his wrist, needing more of a connection to him. “You talk a lot when you should be fucking me harder.”
He slowed then pulled out all the way. My protest died on my tongue as Luca flipped me onto my back, giving me a good look at how much he disliked my last tease. The scowl on his gorgeous face sent goose bumps racing down my arms.
“You want it hard, pretty girl?” All his teasing had fallen away. This was dark Luca. Sexual demon Luca.
I reached for him. “Yes, please.”
He lifted my legs, folding me in half, my thighs pressed against my chest, my ankles draped over his shoulders, and filled me up with his thick cock.
He wrapped a hand around my throat as he drove into me. He had me at his mercy, and I had never been more turned on in my life.
He fucked me like that until I was panting. Sweaty. Tears leaking from my eyes.
I grasped his shoulders, clawing him, begging him to keep going, to give me a break, to stop, to never let it end. Thankfully, he didn’t listen to anything I said because I had lost all sense.
Even in my delirium, I watched him. So powerful above me. Intense and determined. He watched me back, pupils blown so wide, his eyes were like black tunnels. It only made him more demon-like.
Through it all, there was no question he was here with me. This was about us. Working out our attraction, the tension thick in our home, even when we weren’t near each other. This was two weeks of absence coming to a head, exploding in this wild, grappling need.
Before I was ready, my walls were clamping around him, and my spine bowed. Luca’s hand slipped from my throat to cup my crown as I fell apart around him.
“That’s it. So pretty when you come.” He shuddered, his hips snapping against mine. “I can’t resist you. Can’t fight it.”
He slammed into me as deep as he could and held himself there, his head thrown back, mouth open. My inner muscles fluttered and pulsed, pulling his hot release from him and into my body.
He fell to the side, bringing me with him. Legs tangled, his cock planted inside me, we lay there panting, working to catch our breaths. My skin was slick with perspiration and our combined releases. My heart hammered in my chest. I was a complete mess, but I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt this satisfied.
Luca started to chuckle, and I dragged an eyelid open to see what was so funny.
“You better not be laughing at me,” I warned.
“I’m not.” He shoved my sweaty hair off my face and leaned in to give me a soft kiss. “I’m thinking I have a meeting in probably less than thirty minutes with our European division and I’m lying here reeking of sex and sweat.”
“I have to go sit in a cubicle reeking of sex and sweat. I don’t know who has it worse.”
His laughter died. “No, you’re not going back there like this. No one else gets to know where you spent your lunch hour.”
Luca and I showered together. He scrubbed my body, taking extra care between my thighs. He told me it was so I didn’t get my hair wet, but I thought he just liked doing it, especially since he dried me off afterward. And when we were all dressed, he straightened my clothes and smoothed my skirt down my hips.
I raised a brow at him. “When you ripped my panties off, I bet you weren’t thinking about sending me back to the office for the rest of the day.”
“Shit.” He palmed my ass, giving it a rough squeeze. “Keep your legs crossed.”
“I wasn’t planning on flashing my coworkers.”
“You should have stopped me.”
I laughed. “And somehow it’s my fault? I don’t think there was any stopping you.”
He scowled at me, tugging me out of the room. “Yes. All of this is your fault.”
“I’m sorry.” I wasn’t. I kept giggling as he dragged me to the elevator, and he kept glaring at me. Once we were inside, he started to crowd me against the wall, but a cute old couple got on one floor down, so Luca was forced to act civilized.
Conveniently, the Davenport was only two blocks from our office. Luca took my hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm as we walked together. It felt old-fashioned but sweet, so I let it go without making light of the gesture.
At the Rossi building, Luca ushered me into the executive elevator, sighing once we were alone again.
“Thank you for meeting me.” He scanned me from under heavy lids. “The last two weeks have been demanding. I really needed that.”
“I needed it too.” I touched the tip of my toe to his. “You know, you can just knock on my door…”
“No.” He slipped his hands in his pockets. “This has to be separate from everything else. Doing it at home—”
“Blurs the lines,” I filled in. “That would be a marriage thing. Meeting in hotels is—”
This time, he filled in for me. “Something else.” He glanced up at the rising numbers then back to me. “I need you Friday evening. Frank Goldman—he sits on Rossi’s board—”
“I know who he is.” I’d researched my husband’s business like any proper, inconvenient wife would.
“Good, good.” Luca nodded. “He’s throwing a birthday cocktail party for his wife. Knowing Frank, it won’t be formal.”
“Well, I happen to be free, and I’m sure I can scrounge up something to wear.”
“You don’t need to scrounge. Anything you want, you can have. Go shopping if you want something new.”
I skimmed my hand down his front. “I’m only kidding about scrounging. I promise not to look like I walked out of a thrift store.”
With a huff, he caught me by the waist, reeled me in, and kissed the side of my head. “Get out of this elevator before I think too hard about the fact that you’re not wearing panties and give in to the urge to spank your bare, sassy ass.”
I almost asked him to give in to the urge, but the elevator doors slid open before I could, which was for the best. I had work to do, and there were most certainly security cameras recording everything.
“See you at home, husband.”
He mumbled something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like, “You’re asking for it,” but I couldn’t be sure.
I must have been smiling as I strolled past Niddhi’s desk. She cocked her head at me and smiled back. “Good lunch?”
I paused, pressing a hand to my stomach. My inner muscles clenched, still feeling the ghost of Luca inside me.
“It was a great lunch.”
