Luca slams into me when I suck his tongue, driving his dick to the hilt over and over. I cup his face when I see his eyes close and crinkle in the corner. I slide my tongue along his bottom lip and then the top. He leaves his mouth open just enough that I can feel his warm breaths pick up. I make sure the kiss turns deadly now. He’s coming, and I give it my all, and lift my hips to match his strokes. “Your mouth is fucking poison,” he says, grinding into my cunt once more before his dick jumps inside me. He groans loudly and leans his forehead against mine. It takes long seconds for his shaft to stop pumping inside me. He doesn’t pull out, he stays inside me, lingering.
“How did I do?” I ask when he opens his eyes.
He releases a gravelly sigh and presses his lips on mine. “Too good.”
“I feel the same way.”
“That has been building up for some time.”
It would ruin the moment if I brought up the million times he’s done it on camera, so I do the only thing I can to keep him here with me.
I kiss him.
Chapter Six
The crux
A WOMAN BREAKS up our morning sex. She’s wearing a pair of sky-high stilettos and a skirt with a slit clean up her thigh. Luca doesn’t move from his position behind me when she walks in announcing her presence. Like, literally, he does not remove his cock from my body and she acts like there’s nothing weird about it. “Can it wait Kieran?” he asks, sighing. Her presence is a real inconvenience.
“No,” she says. “Obviously, I wouldn’t be here right now if it could wait, sir.” She’s holding a file folder in her left hand, tapping it against her leg. “One signature and then you can… finish.”
I’m trying to pull away, to cover myself in the comforter, or to retreat to the end-suite bathroom but he’s holding me hostage—his grip firm and demanding. I try to crawl away as I’m on my hands and knees, and he pulls me back all the way on his dick. I can’t stop it when my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck him and his magic cock.
“Cost of running your own empire, I’m afraid,” he explains to me. “I take a vacation, but business doesn’t.” He casts his voice away toward where Kieran is waiting. “Bring it here then.” He holds out his hand, stilling once again when he decides I won’t make a move to pull myself off him.
I watch in horror as the beautiful woman walks up to the edge of the bed and extends the folder to him. Kudos given because she does it without making eye contact with either of us and keeps her proud composure. She’s been witness to Luca in this situation before. Probably many times. “Pen,” Luca growls, extending his hand. The woman who I now assume is some sort of assistant hands over a pen, clicking it open.
“Are you seriously going to use my back as a desk?” I nearly screech when I feel him open the folder on my lower back.
“It’s such a beautiful back to mark the occasion of another investment closing, Elizabeth. Consider this an honor.”
I scoff and go down on my forearms to hide my breasts from the stranger in the room. There’s no way I can consider Luca a stranger after what he’s done to my body all night long. I don’t pull my ass away though. I keep it right there, because even in this damn strange, awkward situation, I still want him fucking me. It’s an odd predicament of losing all sense of self, but finding it all at the same exact time. I bury my face in the sheets while he goes over some document and scribbles his name. I hear the pen click, the folder close and when he hands it back to Kieran.
I keep my face buried until I hear the vast echo of the door clicking closed. “Luca, that wasn’t okay,” I groan, turning back to look at him. “That’s not acceptable in any country at any time. That’s awkward for me and her.”
He hikes a thumb at the door, but also starts thrusting into me. “That,” he says, grinding against me. “Was not weird. Business is business. Unfortunately, sometimes I have to mix business and pleasure. There’s no reason to not stay inside your sweet, tight pussy when all she needed was a quick signature.” That’s about the time my eyes flutter closed and I rest my head back on my forearms as he fucks me from behind in a slow dance of carnage. I hear the sucking noises as his dick slides out of me, and the expansion on all sides when he dips it back in. His hot hands pull at my hips. I call out his name in a breathless plea. “That’s what I thought. Now where were we before that billion-dollar deal butted its rude head in our door.”
I like that he says our. It makes it seem like I belong to him. If his come all over my body and these sheets were a mark of possession, then he’s definitely mine. Like one hundred percent, dripping mine. My core is sore from the near-constant pounding, but he laves his tongue in between sessions. It’s a warm, delicate hug that brings it back to life, usually with an orgasm. That orgasm leads me to wishing his cock was filling me during it, and so it goes. Every single position, in about seven different rooms over the past four days. We’re in his massive master bedroom right now.
“Can I have your ass?” he asks, reaching around to massage my clit. He knows I’m about to come, and he’s coming in here with that ask. I turn my head to meet his calculating gaze. He slides his middle finger in his mouth up to his first knuckle. He then teases the fingertip inside the entrance of my asshole. “It’s beautiful. God, it’s beautiful. Just like every part of you.”
Startling, I jump from the unfamiliar contact. “No, I mean, not no always, no right now,” I stammer. “I need to get ready for that.” Don’t I? I remember my roommate in college, Sissy loved anal. She talked about it like it was gospel. Even though I’ve never tried it, I know there are cleaning rules required before you put stuff in an exit only. You’d think Luca would know the rules. Isn’t that part of his job?
Luca edges his finger out without saying anything else, and continues screwing me doggy style. Our breaths turn to exasperated pants as we both near climax. Our warm skin slaps against each other and the entire room smells like sex. He pulls out and flips me onto my back and kisses me while he fills me with his seed. I come then, while he’s still inside me, gripping him over and over. His breathing is ragged as he rolls off me to stare at the ceiling.
I fill my lungs with air and push it out. “I need to eat something,” I exclaim. “If we’re going to do this non-stop, I need breaks here and there.”
He clears his throat. “I’m being rude, aren’t I? I’m sorry. Once a year, I get to unleash like this and sometimes I lose track of time.”
Groaning, I roll on my side and prop my head on my hand. “Don’t remind me you have sex with other women. That’s not something I want to think about while your come is running out of my body.”
Luca widens his eyes. “Oh,” he whispers. “Sorry. Um, let’s shower and get something to eat.” I hobble off the bed and make my way to the bathroom, holding my crotch to keep from leaking on the floor, like a real lady, as he rushes past me to turn on the shower. I make a pit stop to the room that holds a toilet and an exquisite sink to pee while he gets in and starts soaping up. I can see him from my perch on the porcelain throne. He really is majestic, beautiful. Unlike me, I know exactly why he doesn’t have a significant other. Talk about batting out of my league. I’m batting in a different stratosphere.
I step into the large shower room and he turns on one of the heads he’s not using. “Now that you’re not inside me, can we talk about people walking in on me naked, mid-coitus?”
He hides a sheepish smile by looking up at the cascading water. When he doesn’t respond, I go on, “That was too much. Maybe you’re used to being viewed while in vulnerable positions, but I’m not. Can we agree to privacy for the rest of the week? Locked doors is not an unreasonable request.”
“Vulnerable. Now that’s a word choice I wouldn’t agree with. Sex is powerful, Elizabeth. There’s nothing vulnerable about it. Especially with you. You hold all the power. Clothes, no clothes, dick inside you, empty. All the power is yours.” He rinses his hair out, scrubbing his hands back and forth. “I will agree to privacy, though. If that’
s what you’d like.”
Why don’t I feel powerful? Luca makes me sound like a warrior queen when I don’t feel anything close to that. “I’d like that. Sharing isn’t my favorite. You could say I never grew out of it in childhood.”
He looks sullenly to the left as he soaps his body. I wash my hair, content to remain in silence for the rest of the shower.
“What will you do for work when you get back to New York?”
Of course he knows I’m jobless. “There’s a lead or two I’m chasing. It’s a hard market right now. The larger companies do their social media in-house and rarely farm it out. They don’t want to pay the higher prices.”
Washing between my legs is painful, and I hiss between my teeth. Luca drops a kiss on my shoulder and then returns to his shower head in front of me. “We do social media in-house, but I’d be willing to hire a professional to bring a fresh look to the brand.”
That gets my attention. “Are you rebranding?”
He tilts his head left and right. “I’ve been thinking about making some changes. Going in a cleaner direction.”
I smirk. “You are in the dirtiest business there is, and you want a cleaner image?”
“Streamlining is always in the best interest of a company. I founded LF Productions nearly a decade ago and the industry has gone through at least a hundred enormous changes in that time.”
“I could take a look at your platforms if you wanted another opinion. I’m sure you have consultants for that with a company as large as yours.” I’m making an assumption on the size of his empire from general statements made by him and Dr. Rossi. “It would be neat to see how it’s run.”
“Kieran, the woman you cast from our bedroom can give you a rundown if you’d like. I’m thinking of taking a step back and focusing more on the business end of things.” He turns off his water and grabs a towel from the hook right outside. “I think you have a talent, I’ve seen your work. I hope you don’t mind that I know about that… too.”
“What else do you know about me?” I flare my eyes wide. “I don’t mind, but I feel at a disadvantage. You know everything about me and I’m learning stuff on the fly. Not that it matters, I guess. That’s the crux of this. It’s just a business exchange of a different kind.”
He glances at me over my shoulder. “Did it feel like business when I was inside you?”
I swallow hard and wring my hair out. He tosses me a towel and it hits me in the chest. “No. But you have particular tastes, and I’m more of the girl next door.”
“Do you think I’m disappointed in you in some way? The industry has particular tastes. It is my job to meet them.” His voice is a rough, rolling timbre.
Wrapping myself slowly, I think about the best way to respond. “I never said that, but when I think about how much experience you have with women, I know that you know exactly what you want.”
“Because I fuck a lot doesn’t mean I’ve magically figured out life’s secret to perpetual happiness. It’s not like that at all. I am not disappointed in anything about you. In fact, quite the opposite. I’m trying to figure out what it is about you that is driving me insane. Insane in a way I’ve never felt before. I do have particular tastes in regard to what I don’t want in a partner. I know I want you, Elizabeth. It’s not business with you.” He cocks his head to the side. “I was going to offer you a contract to take over social media for my corporation, because you are qualified, but if you’d rather not, I understand.”
Mind-blowing orgasms followed by a job opportunity of a lifetime? What planet am I on? “You’re serious? Me?”
He slicks his hair in front of a mirror—a suave move that makes him look like he’s on the silver screen right now. “I rarely joke,” he replies, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “Want to walk the beach after we eat?”
“Sure,” I reply, heading down I amble to the other sink and mirror where I’ve placed my bathroom stuff. I’d be a fool to accept a job before I know what it entails, how big of an account I’ll be dealing with. Fake it until you make it, Lizzy, I remind myself. This trip is going to be life-changing for more than one reason. I ask him if there will be time to talk to Kieran in between his plans for me, and he agrees. He needs a couple hours to work out and go over paperwork. I find myself just as giddy for that conversation as I do for more sex with him.
“Kieran is my ex, by the way. I’m sure she’ll tell you, but wanted to let you know so you’re not blindsided… again.” Porn star. Royal. Works with his ex. All valid freak out points.
My mouth must be hanging open because he saunters forward and raises my chin with one finger. Then he kisses me passionately. I can feel his smile against my lips.
Chapter Seven
The royals
“HOW MANY OF Luca’s exes work for him?” I ask Kieran.
She slides me her laptop so I can see the statistics she has pulled up on the screen. “Just me. It’s not weird for you, is it?” Kieran raises one sculpted eyebrow. On top of her perfect eyeball, inside her perfect face. “Because you’re Luca’s type. I never was. I was his vacation four years ago. We make better partners in the office than in the bedroom.” With a wink, she starts explaining the data. I’m trying to listen, I am. She’s unloading more than information on me, though.
“Wait, how is it possible you weren’t compatible in the bedroom? He’s compatible with everyone. Isn’t that his job? To basically be compatible with the entire world?”
With a laugh, she shakes her blonde hair around her shoulders. “Trust me, it wasn’t good. By the looks of things earlier, they’re good for you two, so don’t sweat it. It’s going to be a great vacation. Or more,” she says, turning her gaze to the ceiling. “I booked everyone tickets to New York over Christmas. Is that to be with you?” She taps her chin. “I didn’t put two and two together. He usually doesn’t do that.”
“Do what?” I keep it vague. I want more information about him. I want it all and this woman has it. She controls his calendar—hell, she controls his world.
Clearing her throat, she levels me with her gaze. “He hits it and quits it, Elizabeth. He’s a busy man who doesn’t have the time for a relationship and the effort that is involved with keeping it healthy. Luca takes vacations and suffers the rest of the year.”
I stare at the screen blankly. “That sounds awful.”
“It is. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen him.”
“Hardly,” I scoff. “It’s been a few days.”
She sighs. “You don’t know him like I do.” Low blow. I felt that one in the soft bits. I don’t have any claim on this man. Kieran owns him in a way I’ll never be able to. Unless, I do a good job with his social… and his, twelve million followers. Or so the screen says. Fuck. I can’t fake this, I need to take action if I’m going to scale and rebrand something this big. “I’ll be glad to hand over this piece. I don’t have time to curate it like I should.”
Okay, so maybe she’s slacking and if I give my all, I can make a dent. Her failing minutely might be my upswing. “He’s coming to meet my parents for Christmas. It was part of our deal,” I explain.
“Deal? He doesn’t make deals. Not like that anyway.”
I shrug. “He did with me and it looks like he’s following through if you all are traveling to New York for Christmas. It’s not how it sounds though. It’s far more pathetic. He’s going to… pretend to be my boyfriend so my family doesn’t think I’m a crusty recluse.”
Kieran laughs. “But you’re beautiful. Men don’t flock to you? I don’t understand.”
You and me both, lady, I think. She thinks I’m beautiful.
“He’s going to be quite the showstopper at turkey dinner.” Her laugh is tinkling as we both envision the same, unbelievable scenario. “I do have one question.”
I nod for her to ask.
“What happens when your seventeen-year-old cousin recognizes him from a movie?”
My eyes pop open wide. “Fuck. I haven’t thought that far yet. You�
�re right. What am I supposed to say?” What if Mom or Dad recognizes him? Oh, this gets more awkward by the second.
“He’s a smart guy. Luca will come up with something, but Elizabeth,” she says.
“It’s Lizzy,” I correct. “Call me Lizzy.” I only like my full name spoken when it’s passing Luca’s lips. I swallow down the lump of lust I feel at the thought of him speaking it.
“Lizzy,” Kieran drawls. “You’re going to have to trust me because I have been around him for years, but he likes you more than he likes his normal vacations.”
“That’s something, I guess.”
“Do you like him too?”
“What’s not to like? I mean, right now I’m sort of caught up in a sex haze because, well, my past boyfriends weren’t as familiar with female anatomy. Other than his brazen lack of couth while in intimate positions, it’s hard to see anything to run from.”
“Oh, good.” She wasn’t curious, she was asking for a specific reason.
“Good?” I question.
She nods, then asks me for my email address. “I’m emailing you all of the analytics for the company and you can go over it later. It’s good you don’t want to run because his entire family will be here,” she pauses while she looks at her watch, “In ten minutes.”
“What? Why? The royals?”
She smiles and starts tidying the desk. “Yes. All of them. I think even Gam Gam is coming.”
My stomach sinks at the prospect of meeting his family, and a very specific, important family. Kieran lays a hand on my arm as she stands. “Don’t worry. They’re just like him. Very open-minded and… engaging. Their titles are customary, it isn’t a reflection on how they act. It’s not like in the U.K. They do as they please, and they have… a lot of money. Maybe a bit flamboyant, but they’re very accepting and kind.” She clips out of the room on her spiked pumps before I can say anything else. She has the air of being constantly busy. She’s important. To Luca and to his company.
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