It was adorable that he thought I needed reminding.
I pointed to the sofa over by the panoramic view of the strip and the fountain light show. “Sit down.”
Luca immediately did as I asked. I followed him and pulled up an ottoman so we were sitting knee-to-knee. “We seem to have gotten ourselves into a bit of a tangle here,” I began, reaching for one of his hands and holding it between mine. The poor man was trembling.
“I feel like I keep doing and saying the wrong thing,” he admitted softly. “But I swear I didn’t ask Jillian for a sex worker. Ever.” Then he tacked on his same disclaimer. “Not that there’s anything wrong with sex workers. I respect—”
I lunged forward and shut him up with a kiss. Was it the most clarifying action I could have taken at the moment? Absolutely not. In fact, it was probably confusing the matter a thousand times more.
But I couldn’t help it.
Luca was adorably awkward. For all that he was an intelligent, well-respected businessman, he was also a sexy teddy bear who kept tripping over honey pots wherever he turned.
I held on to the side of his face with both hands to keep him from pulling away, but he didn’t even try. He made a deep sound of pleasure and then grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap until I was straddling him and kissing the fuck out of him.
Honestly, I didn’t care about the confusion, the fact I was technically an employee, or anything else at the moment. I simply wanted to stop talking about someone sexually servicing Luca and get onto the business of actually doing it.
“You smell good,” he murmured against my lips. “Taste even better.”
His wide hands snuck under my shirt and spread possessively across the bare skin of my back. I shuddered at the strength of him, at the confident way he held me despite his earlier insecurities about offending me.
“I’m a real personal assistant,” I said breathlessly, agreeing with his earlier comment. “And I really want you, Luca Bernardi. So fucking badly.”
Luca pulled back to meet my eyes. “Are you sure? Because I have no expectations, and there’s no pressure. But… fuck, sweetheart, I want you too.”
I smiled at him as big as I could to assure him I was happy with the situation and not at all unsure of what we were (hopefully) doing. “Very, very sure. I promise. And just to be clear, I quit as your PA, effective thirty seconds ago. These six hours as your employee have been magical, but I want there to be no doubt about what we’re doing here. I’ll still help you at the meeting tomorrow, of course, but as your friend… with benefits.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “That hardly seems fair.”
I leaned in and brushed my lips across his ear, enjoying the shampoo scent coming off his still-damp hair. “It’s not fair to let me sit on this large erection when you could just accept my resignation and fuck me with it instead,” I said softly. “So please stop talking about PAs and work for the love of Christ.”
Luca’s breath hitched. “I formally accept your resignation,” he said faintly. He moved his hands down to squeeze my ass and grumbled deep in his chest. “Now, let me take you to my bed.”
Without waiting for my response, he stood up, lifting my slighter frame as if it was nothing. I clung to him and nipped and sucked the side of his neck while he carried me toward his bedroom.
“Can’t believe Jillian sent me a sex worker,” he muttered. His strong arms stayed tightly wrapped around me.
I couldn’t hold back a bubble of laughter. “She’s probably high as a kite.”
When Luca lowered me onto his bed, the tender look on his face took me by surprise. It made me feel precious. Had any man ever made me feel precious like that before?
Luca climbed carefully over me and began a slow, protracted tease during which he kissed every inch of skin revealed as he pulled off my clothes. When I began to complain about it taking too long, he simply placed his large hand over my mouth and murmured, “Let me have you like this. I want to savor you.”
And I was undone.
I watched him after that as he moved from small, openmouthed kisses on my shoulder to licking, teasing nips on my stomach. No man had ever spent his time relishing me this way, exploring me, tasting me, and teasing me. By the time he put his mouth on my desperate, leaking cock, I was panting with need.
“Luca,” I croaked. “Want you to fuck me.”
He wrapped his tongue around my shaft and looked up at me through thick, dark lashes. His eyes were glazed with lust, but somehow he managed to hang on to a shred of control.
“Not yet.” Instead of taking me up on my offer, something any other man would have done in his situation, he continued sucking me, fucking me with a thick finger wet with his saliva, and running his other hand up my chest to toy with my nipples.
It was an overwhelming combination of sensation, and I couldn’t keep from making embarrassing noises. It felt so fucking good.
“Gonna come. Luca!” I tried warning him when I couldn’t take it anymore, but he only doubled down and sucked harder, fingered deeper, until I was screaming out my release and grabbing a handful of his thick hair. “Fuck, oh fuck.”
While I was still gasping to catch my breath, Luca knelt over me and ripped his pants open to shuttle his own hand over his big cock. I scrambled up to return the favor, eager to get my mouth on him and give him even a fraction of what he’d given me.
“Hngh,” he cried as my mouth took in as much of his fat dick as I could manage. He was huge, and I fantasized about that thick cock splitting me open during our next round.
Because there was definitely going to be a next round.
Luca grunted and came quickly, spilling out of the sides of my mouth until I sputtered and pulled off to catch my breath.
“Sorry, sorry,” I said.
Luca’s big hands grabbed the sides of my face, so I met his eyes. “No sorry necessary, sweetheart. That was amazing.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned. “Yeah, it was. I say we take a short refueling break and go again.”
Luca’s hand moved around to cup the back of my head. His gentle touch made my heart trip over itself a little.
“I think you need some sleep. It’s late.”
My heart dropped. I’d thought this was the beginning of a hot night of sex with him, but clearly, he was giving me the polite brush-off. “Oh. Yeah. Sure.”
I moved to climb off the bed, but Luca’s hand landed in the center of my chest to stop my progress. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to get out of your hair. Go back to my room.” I bit my lip to keep myself from begging to stay with him longer. There was something about the big, muscular man that made me feel… special. Protected. Appreciated.
And maybe I could nurture that connection tomorrow. Maybe he’d be open to more time together if he had time alone to think about it.
“I want you to stay,” Luca said, nudging my naked and spent body between the sheets of his bed. “Stay here with me tonight. Let me keep you close… okay?”
Ahh, there was the insecure teddy bear again. And he wanted me to stay with him, in his bed, by his side.
I pretended to think it over. “Okay, but sleepovers cost extra,” I said.