35
Two weeks had passed since the dinner at Luca's family home, and everything had changed in ways I wasn't sure I was ready for.
I had never been this involved with someone before, and now, with Luca, I was in too deep to even think about turning back.
My apartment, once my sanctuary, had become my place of solace only when I wasn't with him.
When he wasn't around, I felt restless, incomplete—like something was missing. And that something was him.
I woke up that morning feeling the familiar knot of excitement in my stomach, knowing that today would be another day where I'd see Luca's familiar sharp gaze and hear his commanding voice. I pulled myself out of bed, dressed, and prepared for work, the usual morning routine settling in.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but reflect on how everything had shifted since we first met.
Luca had cracked my walls open slowly—so damn slowly, that I hadn't even realized it at the time.
His intensity, his dominance, his possessiveness.
.. it all felt like a whirlwind, yet somehow, it all made sense.
When I arrived at the office, I could feel the energy was different today. The air was thicker, charged with some invisible current between Luca and me. He hadn't been in yet, but I could feel his presence looming in the way the office felt both still and tense at the same time.
Luca finally walked in around 8:50, his usual aura of power and control emanating with every step he took.
He was dressed in a sharp suit, a dark blue that made his eyes stand out even more.
He barely spared a glance at anyone else in the office as he made his way to his office, his gaze locking onto me for just a moment as he passed.
That look. That damn look.
I turned my gaze back to my computer screen, trying to focus on my work, but my mind was preoccupied. Luca.
A moment later, my phone buzzed on my desk. I glanced at the message: "Come to my office. Now."
I could feel a rush of heat flood my body as I grabbed my things and headed to his office.
I watched as Lenora walked into my office, the faint click of her heels on the floor making my pulse quicken.
She looked beautiful as always—too beautiful, and I hated how much I couldn't get her out of my mind.
The way she walked, the way she smiled, the way she looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered—it drove me crazy.
I stood up from behind my desk, my eyes darkening as I watched her approach.
There was a tension building between us that was palpable, and I loved it.
I loved the way she responded to me—how she gave me everything without asking for anything in return, and how her presence made me feel like I was the only person in the room.
"Close the door," I said, my voice low, hushed with a promise. She hesitated for a moment, but then did as I instructed.
The moment the door clicked shut behind her, I was on her, my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. I couldn't resist. Not today.
She gasped, surprised by the sudden movement, but didn't pull away. Instead, she let me guide her toward the desk, the heat between us building with every second that passed.
"I've been thinking about you all morning," I said, my voice dangerously low, just for her. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep it together when you're near."
Her breath hitched, and I could see the way her body trembled under my touch. God, I wanted her. So badly.
When she had said she wanted to go back to her apartment I wasn't happy with it.
But I had to face it, everything Lenora had now was because of her hard work and solely hers only and the thought of relying on someone could be frightening.
But I was determined to prove her its okay to let people taker care of her.
Specially when when theylove her.
"I—Luca..." She was cut off as I gently cupped her face, forcing her to look at me, my thumb brushing her lower lip.
"You've been teasing me all week," I murmured, my lips close to hers. "And now, I think it's time for you to pay for it."
She swallowed, her eyes darkening with a mix of desire and hesitation. I could see she was torn—torn between wanting to give in and holding back.
"Luca..." she whispered again, but this time, there was a softness to her voice that made my pulse race even faster.
"I know, Lenora," I breathed, leaning in just enough for our lips to almost touch. "I know you want this. Don't try to deny it."
Before she could respond, I kissed her, claiming her mouth in a way that left no room for doubt. My hands roamed down her back as I squeezed her ass, pressing her into me as her arms slid around my neck, pulling me closer. I could feel her nipples hardening through her blouse against my shirt.
It was all fire—hot, passionate, and completely out of control. But I loved it. I loved that she made me lose my focus. I loved that when I kissed her, the world disappeared.
I pulled back, just enough to catch my breath. Her lips were swollen, her chest rising and falling quickly, mismatched eyes wide. The sight of her—breathless, wanting—was enough to make me lose all sense of reason.
"You're so fucking tempting," I growled, my hands still on her waist, pulling her closer to me again. I could feel her body against mine, soft and warm, and it drove me insane. I wasn't even trying to hide how much I wanted her anymore as I slowly grind myself against her thighs.
She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the desire there. "Luca..." she moaned, lust in her eyes.
"Don't say it unless you mean it," I warned her, my lips brushing against her ear.
"I mean it," she replied, and there was no mistaking the sincerity in her voice.
Without another word, I pulled her back to me, this time lifting her slightly and sitting her on the edge of my desk, her legs wrapping around my waist. The moment she did, my control snapped, and I kissed her again, harder, more desperately.
She moaned into my mouth, and the sound almost broke me, I could almost feel her pussy drenching and ruining her panties. It was as though she was feeding into my hunger, making me need her even more.
But even through all this, part of me knew—knew I had to stop. Knew I had to keep the control for just a little longer. I couldn't let it go too far, not here, not at work.
I pulled back once again, breathing heavily, my hands still resting on her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric.
"Lenora," I said softly, my voice husky. "We can't. Not here. Not now."
She looked at me, her lips parted, eyes filled with something I couldn't quite decipher. Something that mirrored what I was feeling.
"I don't want to stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to regain some semblance of control. But even now, when my mind screamed at me to wait, all I could think about was how much I wanted her.
His words hung in the air, but I didn't want to stop either. Everything about him, about us, felt too right—too inevitable. The tension was building again, but this time, there was a hint of something more—a connection that was deeper than the heat.
We just sat there for a moment, breathing together, letting the moment linger. Finally, Luca ran a hand through his hair, breaking the silence.
"You're going to drive me insane, Lenora," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"And you're going to be the death of me," I muttered under my breath.
His dark eyes softened, just for a second, before he smirked. "Not yet."
With that, he stood up, helping me off the desk, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed as the tension between us broke, even if just for now.
"Let's get back to work," he said, his voice back to its usual commanding tone.
But even though we were back to business, I knew things had changed. The boundaries between us had shifted, and I could feel the pull growing stronger. Whether I wanted it or not, I was already too far gone.