Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife (The Harder They Fall, #2)(68)

I pulled into a parking lot two blocks from the café. “Oh, I’ll be nice.”

And I would, as long as Kenji didn’t look at my wife like the honey guy did. I found it hard to believe he was happy in the friendzone with Saoirse, but we’d see.

Besides, I was curious about what she’d been up to over the past couple weeks. Now seemed like a great time to find out.





Chapter Twentyeight





Saoirse





I tapped Luca on the shoulder. He pulled his attention from his computer to snake his arm around my back, his hand dangerously close to my ass.

“This is your thirty-minute check-in,” I chirped. “Are you making progress?”

“Strangely, yes.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “I got through five employee surveys.”

“Good job.” I patted his shoulder. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes to check in with you again.”

Kenji had brought his pop-up business from Japan, testing it out in a temporary space to see if it worked with Americans. Customers used a workspace in the café and requested to be checked on by the staff at predetermined intervals to ensure they were staying on task.

The past three weekends had been packed, convincing Kenji this business model might really work here. Ping-ponging between customers, serving coffee and check-ins, I agreed with him.

Luca had spent all of Saturday, and now Sunday, working in the café. These two days were the most time we’d spent together since Wyoming. At first, I’d been a little annoyed he stuck around. To me, it’d felt like he didn’t trust me. But I was beginning to believe he was using his territorialism as an excuse to spend time with me—which I didn’t mind at all.

I liked my husband.

A half hour later, I circled back to Luca with a coffee, sliding it in front of him.

“How’s my good boy doing?” I whispered to him.

He growled at me. “I’m thinking of all the bad, bad things I’ll be doing with you as soon as I have the chance.”

“Which won’t be tonight if you don’t get through more employee surveys.”

He winced. “You’re a taskmaster.”

“I am.” I shoved his shoulder. “Now, get back to work or I’ll be forced to crack the whip.”

“Yes, mistress.”



“Oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

Luca’s hand gripped my shoulder, the other held my ass cheek. “Don’t move, pretty girl. Don’t fucking move.”

My back opening burned and stretched from Luca’s thick cock breaching it and sliding into me. I clawed at the couch cushions, keeping still for him everywhere else, tamping down every instinct telling me to rock into him.

“You’re so tight,” he gritted out. “So hot and tight.”

I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. Not because it hurt but from the intensity.

“You won’t fit.”

As soon as we left Kenji’s, Luca drove us to the Davenport, herded me to our room, and ordered me to strip. By the time he bent me over the arm of the couch, I was shaking and soaked. Dropping to his knees behind me, he buried his face between my thighs, taking me over the edge again and again until I was delirious. Then he announced it was time for him to take my ass, and I’d had no objections.

His hand rained a smack on my ass. “Don’t doubt me, Saoirse.”

My doubts lay in my ability to handle him, not in Luca. He could work me into a frenzy in three licks. Even a filthy look would do.

“Just fuck me already,” I squeezed out. “Prove it to me.”

He slapped me again. “Don’t rush me. I plan to enjoy this.” To illustrate how unrushed he was, he retreated, then slid in at a snail’s pace, going a little farther this time. “You have the prettiest little hole and fuck if it’s not clamping around me like a fist.”

“Stop talking about my asshole and fuck it.”

He leaned over my back, gripping my hair at the crown. His lips were near my ear, whispering taunts. “You’re not in charge here, pretty girl. Right now, I own you, and I’ll talk about all the parts of you I’m obsessed with whenever I want. Here’s a hint: it’s all of you, so we’re gonna be here for a while.”

I had no sassy comeback. Not when he chose that moment to push the rest of the way inside me, his hips flush with my backside. A wobbly moan was the best I could do, but that really said it all.

Luca slid one hand around my front to play with my nipple, rolling the hardened bud between his fingers. The other held on to my hip as he started to build up a steady rhythm. Still slow and gentle, but dear god, was it good.

“Keep going,” I panted.

“Don’t need to worry about that. I couldn’t stop if I tried.”

Flesh met flesh. Pleasure thrummed in my veins. Luca’s hands owned my body, trailing over my curves, stroking my live-wire flesh. In his hold, I was unbound, crying out with a voice I’d never used. Grasping, clawing, helpless. He drove into me, harder now but precise. Never taking it too far.

My toes curled into the carpet.

My mouth went slack.

I pushed back, meeting his purposeful thrusts.

Our skin slapped, and Luca murmured all the words I needed to hear. Even in my helplessness, he told me I had the power. He couldn’t contain his attraction to me. Inside me, he was found. He thought about this, us together, when we were apart.