Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife (The Harder They Fall, #2)(60)

“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.”