Some people didn’t enjoy themselves at parties where they didn’t know anyone, but that wasn’t me. My mother said I could make friends with a brick wall, and although I always thought she meant it in a negative light, it was true, and I liked that aspect of myself.
I was having a great time. With Clara here, the company was wonderful, and every time my earrings swayed, I was reminded of how sweet Luca had been in the limo.
I’d just broken away from Clara and Shira to find him when I stopped dead in my tracks. A gorgeous brunette had her hands all over my husband. I watched him stand there, not removing her hands, and bile rose in my throat.
I couldn’t watch them together for another second.
Swiveling in the opposite direction, I made my way into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water to cool off. Too bad I couldn’t pour it over my brain, which was sizzling.
Whatever our relationship might’ve been in private, in public, Luca was supposed to be mine, which meant no sexy brunettes pawing all over him. I hated that I had to witness that, and even worse, I hated that I wasn’t able to see how much worse it got. Who knew? They could’ve been making out right now. Licking whiskey off each other’s hot bodies. Fucking on the—
“Oh. Hello.”
My downward spiral was interrupted by Miller stutter-stepping into the kitchen.
“Hey, Miller.”
He gestured to the empty kitchen. “Is this a party for one, or may I join you?”
“Of course you can join me.” I held up my glass, pleased at the interruption, even if it meant having to spend time with Miller. “I was having a glass of water. Wild times.”
He filled up his own glass and leaned his hip against the counter across from me. His smile was stiff and didn’t reach his eyes. “Sometimes these things get overwhelming and I need to find a quiet spot to take a break.”
“You and Clara really balance each other since she seems to enjoy socializing.”
“She does.” He lifted his glass to his lips. “It’s always been a bone of contention between us.”
“That’s too bad.” Although Clara and I had become friendly over the past couple weeks, we weren’t so close I should have been hearing about marital problems, especially not from her husband, who I barely knew. I tried to steer us to safer waters. “Do you enjoy working at Rossi?”
His brow dropped, and I immediately knew I shouldn’t have gone in this direction. “In normal circumstances, I would answer wholeheartedly yes. But with the upheaval lately—”
“You mean Luca taking over?”
His jaw jutted out. “Not simply that. It’s all the changes. I don’t do well with change, especially when they’re unneeded. And Luca doesn’t take my advice—”
“I’m sure that isn’t true. He’s just incredibly busy.”
Miller set his glass on the counter and took two steps closer to me. “By any chance, has he mentioned my concerns over the Grave Business Report? They are persistent in running articles about Rossi. More importantly, our financial situation—and not in a flattering light. It’s aggravating. I’ve told Luca we have to do something about them. We can’t let this go on.”
I knew right away Luca had never mentioned this publication, but I pretended to rack my brain to appease Miller, who was beginning to get twitchy.
“I’m sorry, Miller. I can’t say I’ve heard of them. But Luca and I don’t talk a lot about business.”
He scratched the back of his head and looked away. “No, I don’t suppose you do.” Then he squared his shoulders. “I should go find Clara. Good evening.”
He walked out, leaving me alone once again, confused how Clara could be married to a man like that. I’d yet to find a redeeming quality about him.
Taking a deep breath, I gathered my calm and decided to head out to the party. But the doorway was blocked by a frowning Luca.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he claimed.
“I’ve been here.”
“I see that. What’s so exciting about the kitchen?” He came toward me, the corners of his mouth curved like he was amused. Well, he was the only one.
I spread my arms out, showcasing the counters. “Look at this place. It’s pristine and polished. No husbands being mauled by hot women in short dresses anywhere in sight.”
I expected him to stop, to ask me what I was talking about, but I was wrong. He ate the small distance still between us and hooked me around the waist, dragging me flush against his chest.
“Are you being a brat?” He used his smooth, charming voice that made my thighs quake. Luckily, my brain wasn’t such a floozy.
“Nope. I didn’t like you allowing that woman to touch you.”
He jerked me even tighter to his front. “That was Frank’s daughter, Francesca. If you would have stayed a second longer, you would have seen me removing her hand and telling her I’m married.”
“Well—” I was too worked up to back down now, even though I thoroughly believed him. “Why did she seem to think she had the right to touch you like that?”
“She doesn’t.”
My brows drew together. He hadn’t answered the question. “Have you fucked that girl?”
“Yes. One time, years ago.”
I raised my chin. “Would you fuck her tonight if I weren’t here?”
“No. I’m not interested in her.”
“Who are you interested in?”
Slowly, he trailed his hold on me lower and lower until he was palming my ass. “I can’t seem to think about anyone else but my wife.”
“As it should be.” I gripped the lapels of his jacket. “Don’t let women touch you, Luca. You wouldn’t like it if the roles were reversed, would you?”
He squeezed my cheek just shy of too hard. “Do you really have to ask that? The answer is no. No one touches you but me.”
“That’s fine with me. When you touch me, I come.”
His mouth hitched. “And you like coming.”
“You make it so good for me.” I tilted my hips into his, and his thick erection prodded my stomach. “I’m ready to go.”
He gave my butt a light swat. “Me too. Come on, pretty girl.”
Luca walked me through the party, quickly saying our goodbyes. He made a point to parade me by Francesca, but he didn’t look at her. He couldn’t since he was busy running his nose through my hair and murmuring how lucky he was to have me beside him. I looked at her, though. And maybe it was petty, but I didn’t even try to stop the smirk that curved my lips.
Try touching my husband again and see what happens, Frannie.
In minutes, we were shut inside the limo, the divider firmly up. As soon as the limo was moving, so was I.
On my knees, I climbed astride Luca. “Please tell me this car is outside the confines of our agreement.”
“Does this look like home to you? Sit on my cock and let me feel how wet you are.”
He gripped my thighs, his palms sliding to the insides to spread them wider, bringing me down to the bulge in his pants. We both moaned when we connected.
“God, I can feel your heat.” He hooked his finger into the crotch of my panties and gathered them to the side so he could trail another finger along my wet slit. “Soaked. My girl gets wet when she’s jealous.”
I shook my head, throwing his words back at him. “Not jealous. Territorial.”
Two fingers plunged into me as he gripped my nape, holding me there. “Then claim your territory, pretty girl. Take what you need.”
“I need to come.” I rocked my hips to the rhythm he fucked me with his fingers, confident he’d get me there.
“I’ve got you. I’ll take you there.”
He sucked my neck, thrust and stroked my pussy, and held me close. That must have been the magic formula since I was flying out of my skin in no time. And Luca kept going, lapping at my throat, circling my clit until I was whimpering and writhing, begging for his cock.
My dress was dragged down, off my arms and chest. Lips surrounding my nipples, my head thrown back. Luca’s pants were unzipped, his cock wedged between my folds. Each time he sucked, I rocked over his thick length, hitting my clit, covering him with my arousal.
We taunted each other, coming close, but never all the way, until it was too much. I needed him, and from the rumbling groans vibrating Luca’s chest, he needed me just as badly.
He took me by the hips, lifting me like a feather, and placed me on his cock. I sank all the way down with his help, and when our pelvises connected, we ignited. Clashing mouths, grappling hands, slapping skin. We fucked each other like our lives depended on it.
I still had the memory of that woman with her hands on Luca’s arm, so I might have dug my nails into his neck harder than I would have otherwise. He didn’t complain. If anything, he sucked on my lips with extra force and shoved me down on his cock like he intended to meld me with it.
My head fell back as I came around him. He slapped me on the ass and covered my mouth to muffle my cries. In the moment, I didn’t care who heard me, but in the back of my mind, I was thankful Luca had.
“Yes, yes,” he gritted out. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are when you let go?”
He wasn’t waiting for an answer from me, but I gave him one anyway. “Not as half as beautiful as you when you pump your cum inside me.”
He groaned, his head thumping against the headrest. “You’re killing me. I’m going to fill this pussy up until it’s overflowing. Then I’m going to stuff all my cum back up there, so you take every drop. Don’t waste any of it.”
“Give it to me, Luca. Stop talking and paint my pussy. I need it.”
He slammed me down on his cock like I was his personal toy, and I loved it. Loved how he owned my body and made me feel like I was fully his and he was promising to take care of me.
My thighs quivered as another wave of pleasure swept through me until I was sinking beneath it, lost. Luca’s groans were like thunder, cracking the electric air around us.
He buried his face in my throat as he fucked me in earnest. I held him there, my arms around his head and shoulders, melting under the heat of his breath on my skin.
Luca drove into me from beneath like we were all alone in a big bed—not the back of a limo, crawling through city traffic. My body was under his control. His grip on my hips was ironclad, lifting and dropping me down to meet his upward thrusts. He was giving me a fantasy in real life. Better than I could have dreamed up. Being taken by Luca in the back of a limo made saying “yes” to him worth it, though I was thoroughly ruined for anyone else. No one would ever measure up to Luca Rossi.
For a brief moment, regret tried to sneak through the cracks of my psyche when I thought about a future that wouldn’t include Luca. But this wasn’t a time for sadness and thoughts. Luca fucked my thoughts away, leaving only euphoria as my body reached yet another peak.
When we fell, we went together. Moans mingling, panting breaths exchanged, pleasure binding our fiery bodies, if only for this one wild, fleeting moment.
I fell against him, giving him all my weight. Still deep inside me, Luca idly stroked my hair as we both caught our breath.
“There’s no way the driver didn’t hear that,” I murmured.
“Mmm. I pay him enough money not to listen.” He curled a lock of my hair around his finger. “I like that you didn’t even try to be quiet.”
“I did try.” I lifted my head from his shoulder with great effort. He’d liquefied my bones. “It’s just that I failed.”
He laughed softly. “I doubt you fail at much, so I’ll take it.”
“You’re right. I don’t give up, so I can’t fail.”
“Pretty, persistent girl. You even managed to melt Shira’s icy facade.”
“She isn’t icy. She’s very, very shy. You’d know that if you weren’t so quick to judge.”
“Hmmm. Something to think about. Now…let’s get you off my dick so I can thank you for coming with me tonight.”
I snorted a laugh and patted his cheek. “I like you, Luca Rossi.”
He unwound my hair so he could drag his finger along my jaw. “I like you too, Saoirse Rossi.”
The funny thing was, it didn’t even sound strange to hear his name attached to mine anymore.
