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“I’ll buy you a new pair,” I murmur.

“And I’ll wear them if you promise to do that again.”

A tortured noise catches in my throat as I grin up at her, taking pleasure in her boldness, the way she’s playing along.

“Guaranteed,” I say, and she sighs with contentment. Goddammit, I love the way her face is flushed with lust, the way her eyes are unfocused as she awaits my kisses. I grip her thighs and widen them, so ready for her to come all over my face. Once I have her fully open, mine to do with as I please, I press my lips to her clit and suck her in. I bite down gently, and her entire body quivers. My eyes slide shut and I moan, savoring the flavor of her on my tongue. Gesù, how will I ever be able to taste another after her?

Impossible.

“Yes...please,” she murmurs and moves her hips to grind against me.

Intense hunger curls through me and I eat at her like a man starved. I insert a finger, and then another, wanting to fill her up until she’s screaming my name, which probably isn’t wise, considering our location. We don’t need anyone to come running and breaking down the door. As I consider that, think about another man’s eyes or hands on her body, rage builds inside me. How the hell could I have thought it was a good idea to groom her for someone else, to prove she really does want the happily-ever-after? Oh, because I care about her, want what’s best for her, despite what it’s going to do to me.

Her walls tighten around me, and she bucks against my mouth, taking what she needs. I honestly love how she lets go and loses all control with me. Her fingers curl in my hair, and she tugs, a firm grip that drives me mad. Her voice is a low murmur, saying things I can’t decipher from deep between her legs.

A thin sheen of sweat coats my body as I pleasure her with my mouth and fingers, increasing the tempo, until her legs are quaking. She moans, low and deep, and her body begins to twitch, her sexy noises a little louder now as she gives herself over to the orgasm pulling at her.

“That’s it Brianna. Rub that hot pussy against me,” I say as she rolls her hips toward me. “Show me how much you like me fucking you with my fingers, and how much you like my mouth on your body.”

“Luca,” she murmurs as the floodgates open, and her sweet juices fill my mouth and drip down my chin. I lap at her, but she keeps coming and coming and coming. I can’t believe I can do this to her. I stay on my knees and lick her clean, and by the time I stand and press against her to keep her upright, her boneless body is a limp mess, the epitome of a well-pleasured woman.

I brush her hair from her face to see her. She swallows, and from the rough, scratchy sound it’s easy to tell she’s parched. I press my lips to hers, share the moisture on my tongue.

“Mmm,” she moans.

I break the kiss and brush my thumb over her hot pink cheek. “What do you think of sex in a public place now?” I ask.

She moves her hips, massages my dick with her stomach. I want to be inside her, but tonight is about her, which means I’ll have to take care of myself in the shower later.

She arches her brow. “Didn’t you clarify that this was simply foreplay.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Then I can’t answer your question, now, can I, since technically we didn’t have sex in a public place.” She bats long lashes over innocent eyes, and I love this playful side of her.

I laugh at that. I’m sure she’s one hell of a great lawyer. “Something tells me you’d like to have sex in public,” I say and then push my thumb into her mouth. She sucks it for a bit and a groan I have no control over escapes me. “That you’d like to try it on for size.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she says, her answer coy, playful.

“Goddamn right I would.” She reaches for my button and I shake my head.

“I want to touch you,” she says. “I want you in my mouth.”

I want that too, but I wanted this to be all about her. “Oh, you will. Later I’m going to feed you my cock, and you’re going to take it deeper than ever before,” I tell her. A whimper catches in her throat and turns into a gasp when someone knocks on the door.

“Just a second,” I say and grab her dress from the floor. I help her into it and toss the ripped lingerie into the nearest bin. Then something comes over us. We both start laughing like two teenagers who’ve just gotten away with something illegal. Maybe we’re both tired, or maybe this is all just so insane, all we can do is laugh. I don’t know the reason, but what I do know is, for the next week, I want to do everything with this woman. Everything. And after that I can never set eyes on her again.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Brianna

I STRETCH OUT on the bed, my body warm, heating up at a rapid pace as arousal hits me hard, like a bullseye between my legs. Halfway between awake and sleep, I work to open my eyes, figure out what the hell is going on. Am I having a sex dream? I’m not sure, but the pleasure between my thighs is delicious and intense and I’m in no hurry for it to end. My temperature continues to rise and I take deep, gulping breaths, so close to orgasming, I can hardly believe it.

A buzzing sound reaches my ears and wakes me a little more. I lift my head, glance down and find a grinning Luca between my legs, waking me up with none other than Mr. Right.

“Oh God,” I laugh. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to use it on me, and while I would have let him, I never expected him to surprise me with it like this. I have to say, I’m glad he did. You’d think I would be mortified, but after everything we’ve been doing, embarrassment is the last thing I’m feeling.

“Good morning,” he whispers.