Chapter 32 #2
“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry.” He cradles my face in his hands. “I’ll stop bringing it up. I don’t want to lose you or what we have. I’m just not good at feeling helpless.” He sighs. “And I’m incredibly jealous of the lucky company that ends up snatching you up.”
I cover his hands with mine, sliding my face sideways so I can kiss his palm. “I appreciate you wanting to help. But I won’t change my mind on this. I’m choosing to be with you, which means my time working for you is up in April.”
He gives me a chagrined smile. “Understood. Now, have I totally ruined the mood?”
I move my head from side to side slowly. “No, I think we can bring it back.” I wind my arms around his neck and pull him in for another deep kiss. My head automatically falls to the side when he starts to trail his lips down my neck.
Then he starts to crouch, and I stop him with a hand to his chest. “Wait. I have an idea.” I hop off the desk and quickly walk around to the other side before sitting on top of it again. Then, tossing a coy glance over my shoulder, I put my heel on his desk chair and push it out.
The emotions that flash across his features stun me. Surprise, awe, gratitude, lust, and dare I say it, something akin to love?
“Have I told you how much I admire your forward-thinking mind?” he says in a conversational tone as he rounds the desk himself, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes.
He takes a seat, but the chair is pushed away from the desk.
Leaning back, he finishes removing his shirt, all the while looking at me with a stare that has me burning up inside.
“So creative, detail-oriented, and always thinking of the impact on others.”
Out of nowhere, he lunges forward, grabbing the edge of the desk and pulling himself in close. A hand reaches behind my neck and tugs me down to meet his lips for another kiss. Then he goes for the hem of my skirt.
“Lift your hips.”
I do, just enough for him to shimmy my skirt up so it bunches around my waist. Luca groans when he sees what I can only assume is a dark patch on my pale green underwear.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Needy, desperate, and so ready.”
I’m whimpering and nodding with every stroke of his thumbs on my inner thighs. “Yes. Please, Luca.”
He reaches for my panties, and in a move I thought was only in books and movies, tears them from my body before dipping his head down and licking a path up my slit, making me cry out.
My orgasm is hovering just out of reach, and I know it won’t take much to bring it closer.
Sure enough, as soon as Luca sucks my clit into his mouth, his teeth just barely grazing over the already sensitized nerves, I come undone, my arms shaking as I call out his name.
Despite the intensity of my release, I recover quickly.
Because as wonderful as that was, I need more.
I throw myself forward, fully trusting him to catch me as I land in his lap, my legs straddling his waist. My upper body is still clothed but his is bare, and I pepper kisses all over his chest while I frantically try to undo his pants.
Luca meets my intensity, his own fingers deftly undoing the buttons on my blouse and pushing it down my arms, forcing me to abandon my work so I can shrug it off. But I get his pants open, and then I’m the one to give the instruction as I climb off his lap.
“Lift.”
He quickly shoves his pants down before pulling me back onto him, right over his rock-hard cock.
“I want to take my time with you, baby, but I can’t wait right now.”
“I know, I need you. Now,” I pant, lifting myself just enough to lower back down, letting his cock fill me.
“Fuck.” He drops his head to my shoulder as we breathe together.
Then I start to move. Rocking my hips back and forth, I glide over his shaft.
Luca grunts out my name, his fingers digging into my hips.
My own hands are roaming all over his chest, his strong shoulders, the soft strands of his hair, memorizing the feel of every inch of him until it’s burned into my soul.
This time, he reaches his climax first, thrusting up into me with a roar, but it isn’t long before I feel my core tighten and then my head falls back as I moan.
We stay where we are, connected in the most intimate way possible for several long moments after. My head is resting on his shoulder, my fingers idly drawing circles over his skin.
The realization of just how strongly I feel for him comes back to me. I know, without a doubt, that Luca will never push me for more than I’m ready for. I have to be brave. I have to prioritize my own happiness for once.
“I think we should tell the team about us this weekend when they come in for the photo shoot.”
His hand, which was lazily stroking up and down my spine, stills. “Really?”
I nod, which, even if he can’t see, he can feel.
“Yeah.” Lifting my head, I dig deep, finding that well of strength and courage that has gotten me through so much in my life.
“You matter to me, Luca. A lot. My feelings are strong and only getting stronger. I’m still scared about how people might judge me, but I need to stop letting that stand in the way.
I want to be with you. You said it that night, just after Christmas, that you’re all in.
Well, I am, too. It’s time we let everyone know. ”