Page 85 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Fuck,” he murmurs, shifting his hips against me.
I hum, surprised but not. My words are soft and rough. “Are you actually hard after everything?”
He bites his lip and looks at me through the thick fringe of his lashes. Slowly, he loosens his belt, silk sliding on silk, letting his robe fall open. I shiver at the miles of bare, creamy skin and his red-tipped hard-on, curving up toward his creamy soft belly.
“Baby, you don’t have to—” I stop when he holds up his hand.
“The past doesn’t get to ruin Italy—or sex with you—for a second longer.”
I sometimes forget how resilient delicate things can be.
“Especially if you’re going to go all possessive mob boss on me,” he continues, stroking himself.
Ah, there’s my dirty bird.
“Can I help you with that?”
He nods, sinking into the overstuffed chair, letting his limbs splay out, an invitation. I go to my knees, slipping between his thighs. I feed his length into my mouth with one hand while placing the other over his heart.
He places both hands over mine and lets his head fall back, his thighs widening a bit more.
“Luca, Luca,” he moans as precum paints the back of my throat.
His willingness to be so vulnerable with me—after everything—is the thing that pushes my heart past the point of no return. If I’m honest, I’ve been falling for him for months. But at this moment, with his delicate cries raining down on my head, I’m as clear as I’ve ever been in my life.
I love this man and will protect him with my very last breath.
When he stiffens and spills into my mouth, my heart stutters and skips forward, needing him as I’ve never allowed myself to need before.
* * *
“Sorry,boss. I’ve liked working for you, but…I don’t think I’ll be going home.”
I stare at Darnell as Gio nibbles on the corner of his jaw. “Did you just steal my security guy?”
Gio lifts a shoulder, unconcerned.
If I hadn’t just spent the last two days drinking wine and bringing Ford over the edge again and again—his stamina is truly remarkable—I’d be very put out.
A good security guy who knows the ins and outs of New York is hard to find.
“You two have been rather…inspiring,” Gio says, completely unconcerned with my predicament.
“Wait, you’re blaming me?” I ask, hand to my chest.
Ford snickers, proud of himself. He has no idea how close I am to moving into his place.
Darnell holds up his hands. “Don’t be mad, boss. Love is a good thing.”
“I’m not mad. I’m impressed. Gio is a permanent bachelor. You’ve flipped my friend after only a few days—do you have a magic cock?”
Gio goes red—what the hell is happening here?—and exchanges a look with Darnell that’s so hot I worry for the vineyard.
Ford, dressed in perfectly tailored jeans and a blazer, complemented by an I Heart NY T-shirt, claps his hands, happy for the turn of events. The tortoise-shell glasses make his eyes sparkle, and suddenly I don’t give a shit about losing my best security guy to one of my oldest friends.
I pull my man in for a kiss, and he molds himself to my body.
“You ready to go home?”
