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“Now be a good girl and meet me in the bedroom. I want you naked, hands on the bed frame, and your ass on display for me.”

Leigh lifts a hand and gives me a mock salute. “Yes, Sir.”

Yup.

It’s official.

I love this woman.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

LEIGH

The anticipation is killing me.

Or maybe it’s that I still haven’t come down from the high of watching Luca stroke himself for me.

Then there was the taste of him.

The feel of him—hard and throbbing. Someone please remind me never to go three years without dick again.

Or maybe it’s Luca’s dick.

Or just Luca.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve said it this week, but he’s nothing like I remember or imagined. The way he lets me take charge—lets me suck him dry after making him tease himself until he aches—then takes over and orders me to wait for him. The whiplash should be jarring, but it’s not. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

All this time, I thought I needed to be told what I want. And don’t get me wrong, sometimes I do. There are days I’m so exhausted from making decisions that it’s nice to have someonetell me to sit down, spread my legs, and let them feast on my pussy.

Like right now.

My head spins with a million-and-one thoughts after that little display in the living room. Of course, my core is still dripping with the desire to be fucked, but I am so happy Luca decided to take over.

Give and take, that’s what Luca said.

Balance.

The click of the door behind me alerts me to his presence.

I glance over my shoulder and wiggle my ass, unashamed that I’m fully naked and vulnerable for this man.

“Look at you,” he purrs, his voice dripping with lust. “Waiting for me, kneeling like a good fucking girl. You’re so goddamn beautiful, Leigh.” As if to prove his point, he fists his already thickening cock, stroking it back to hard.

“You are too,” I reply, my voice an anxious whisper.

The thing is a monster. My throat still carries the delicious ache of its presence and if I didn’t already know it would fit between my legs, I might be worried.

But that’s not what has my heart hammering in my chest and butterflies taking flight in my abdomen.

It’s the fact that everything about this feels different.

This is more than just a night in a vending machine closet. Tonight, we’ve shared more than just sex and orgasms. The hate between us is gone, and in its place is something fragile and new.

Luca declared his desire to claim me.

And the crazy part is—I want him to.

With his free hand, he brings a red foil packet to his lips and tears it open with his teeth.

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