Page 67 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
I scrunch my nose at him. “You’re right. The restaurant owner’s yay is the main cook, but you are super wrong about Italian being better. Equivalent—maybe—but better? Not on your life.”
He winks at me and sucks the lime juice from my fingertips. “Agree to disagree.”
“Fine.”
His eyes track down my body as they have all evening.
“What?” I ask, feeling a bit insecure.
He shakes his head. “Mm. Nothing. I’m just…this is nice. And after all the sex and the food, I kinda want to take a shower. With you.”
Heat rises up my cheeks. “So…you count what we did as sex?”
He nods with a little shrug. “At the very least, it’s sexual contact, with intent and heart. And I don’t want to do it with anyone else.”
I nuzzle against his proffered hand. “Mm, I like it when you say that.”
Taking my hand, he leads me upstairs through my bedroom to the en suite and whistles at my shower stall.
“Fancy.”
“I used Rand’s bathroom guy after he explained what he and Joe get up to with all of their fancy showerheads,” I admit, blushing.
Luca chuckles, pointing at the blue-green iridescent, slightly bulbous dildo suctioned to the wall. “No, baby. I’m talking about yourotheraccessories.”
Oh, Jesus Christ.
My first instinct is to walk over and rip the thing off the wall, but then…maybe not. I beckon him to come over.
“Can you stand here?”
Raising a brow, he stands beside the dildo. Smirking, I eyeball his cock, then reach over and adjust the dildo a bit higher.
Shaking his head, he pulls me up against him, growling, “Little bird, the things you do to me.”
“Wait till you see what the showerheads can do.”
“Oh really? Tell me.”
Grinning, I point to two of the sprayers. “They can be aimed to hit wherever you want them to, and they feel amazing against my balls.”
“You like to have that pressure while you’re masturbating?”
The bass in his voice shakes my insides. “Yes.”
He points to two sprayers in the back. “Do you use these to pleasure yourself as well?”
“I don’t use too much pressure, but it feels nice against…” I let my words drift off.
He holds me to his naked body, again running his fingers down the crease of my ass. “I bet it feels good against this tight hole of yours.”
I lean in and bite his collarbone. “Yes.”
“If you think that biting me will make me stop asking these deeply personal questions, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“You’re getting hard again,” I observe, reaching out to touch him.
“That’s because I’m standing next to the pretty alien tentacle you fuck yourself on.”
