My Italian Billionaire: A BWWM Italian Billionaire Romance

by Stacey Mills

  He followed her almost too closely, but his grin died. "I haven't had much reason to smile about lately," he admitted, his voice hushed again, as if he was telling her a secret confession.

  "Why? Your last sugar mama run out of money?" she teased.

  Lucca winced. "Actually, my father died recently."

  She sucked in a breath. "I'm so sorry." Before she thought about it, she reached out and squeezed his arm. Wow, did he have muscles. Firm and tight and… This was so inappropriate for her to be focusing on right now. "I didn't mean…" she stumbled over her words. "I'm sorry for your loss."

  He patted her hand on his arm. "You didn't know." A ghost of his grin returned. "I didn't mean to put a damper on things."

  "No, ah, I'm glad you told me." She was both sorry for him and glad he had shared. Suddenly, Lucca didn't feel so much like a random stranger anymore.

  "Megan! You made it." Derrick grinned then glanced at his older coworker who was helping him. "What can I get you?"

  "I'll have the Asian salad."

  "The… honey sesame dressing okay?"

  "Yes."

  His finger hovered above the pad for a long moment before he located the proper key. "Something to drink?"

  "Iced tea."

  Again with the finger hover dance. "Sweetened or unsweetened?"

  "Sweetened."

  "Okay, that'll be—"

  "You should ask if she wants anything else first," the older coworker cut in. "Never assume the customer is finished ordering."

  "Oh, right, sorry. Anything else, Megan?"

  "No," she started saying at the same time Lucca said, "Yes."

  She glanced at him. Her hand had been reaching for the twenty she had in her pocket.

  "Can you double the order please?" Lucca asked.

  Derrick stared at him and then at Megan. She nodded. When Lucca stared up at the menu above them, Derrick mouthed, "Boyfriend?"

  Megan shrugged. His mom was always trying to hook her up with someone. Maybe now Aunt Kelly would cut her some slack.

  Derrick quoted the amount due, and Lucca smiled down at her. "Please let me."

  She shook her head. "Half and half."

  He frowned. "But it's to make up for your shirt."

  "And your spilled coffee." She lifted her chin, not about to give in.

  Lucca chuckled. "Fair enough."

  It took Derrick some time to figure out how to give them both change, and they found a small table for two in the back. The hot chicken tasted delicious combined with the dressing, and the honey thai almonds and mandarin oranges were a nice touch. They ate mostly in silence, a comfortable one, and Lucca excused himself when he had finished. To her surprise, he hadn't gone to the bathroom. Instead, he came back with two ice creams, one with chocolate toppings, the other strawberry.

  He held them out. "Your choice."

  No contest. She plucked the strawberry one from his grasp.

  His eyebrows rose. "You're sure?"

  To answer, she licked it.

  His eyes focused on her mouth, and she blushed. "Strawberries are my weakness," she confessed.

  "Finally." He licked his ice cream. "I was afraid you'd never share something personal with me, what after I told you about my…"

  "I'm afraid I'll get fired." She shoved a large bite into her mouth. Sharing bad news seemed to be their thing.

  "Why?" He lowered his cone.

  "A customer got really sick from one of my meals."

  "How so?" Some vanilla ice cream dripped onto his hand, and his tongue darted out to lick it.

  "Huh? Oh, it wasn't my fault, but I do feel bad. I mean, peanut allergies are very serious, but the waitress hadn't told me, she hadn't even told the customer there was peanuts in the dish, and the wait staff is supposed to ask every table about food allergies before taking orders but…"

  Even when he frowned, he was too good looking for his own good. He had to have women hanging all over him all the time so why was he here with her? Yeah, the stains in her shirt would be hard to get out, but the shirt wasn't worth much. She'd bought it off the clearance rack.

  "Why wouldn't the waitress be the one in jeopardy of losing her job?" he asked.

  "Because she's sleeping with our boss." Megan winced and glared at her ice cream. Suddenly, it didn't taste as delicious as the first few bites.

  "No offense, but your boss sounds like a moron."

  She giggled. "You have no idea. He doesn't have a clear business sense at all. I don't know how he became the owner in the first place."

  "Or how the place hasn't gone under." He polished off the last of his cone.

  Their time together was drawing to an end, and suddenly, she wished that wasn't the case. Despite being so hot, Lucca was surprisingly easy to talk to.

  The last few bites of hers tasted bittersweet, and she crossed her arms. "Well, I guess that's that."

  "Did you walk?"

  Megan nodded.

  "May I… Can I walk you home?"

  "Oh, no, that's not necessary."

  "Oh, but it is." His piercing eyes stared deeply into hers. "It wouldn't be fair to the rest of the world if I allowed you to plow into another unsuspecting coffee lover."

  Another giggle erupted out of her. "Those poor wasted coffee beans. I guess you're right."

  She waved to her cousin, but Derrick was too busy to see it. They left the eatery, walking close but not too close. A few other passersby glanced their way. Wonder if they think I don't belong with the likes of him. Well, too bad. She was walking beside a fine-looking white man—Italian if she had to guess by his classic beauty, that nose a dead giveaway—and that was that.

  They climbed the steps to her apartment, and she stopped in front of 301. She opened her mouth to say that this was her place, but what came out was, "Would you like to come in?"

  Chapter Four: Dessert

  Megan bit her lower lip as Lucca's eyes darkened. His lips curled into an easy smile. "You're trembling." He brought up his hand, the back of his fingers caressing her cheek.

  She closed her eyes at the tender touch. "No, I'm not," she protested.

  "I think you're protesting too much."

  Her eyes flew open in time to see his face nearing, his lips puckered. Her heart hammered in her chest. He kissed her one cheek then the other, and she wished for another one, and many more.

  "Are you sure you want to invite me in?" he asked, his voice low and husky, dripping with desire.

  She could smell vanilla on his breath, and she wanted to taste his mouth, his lips, and his tongue. Would it be cool from the ice cream yet? Or would it be as hot as he was?

  "Is there a reason why I shouldn't invite you in?" she countered, giving him a sly smile.

  He backed away suddenly, and her heart sank. What a tease.

  "I… I should…”

  She turned to unlock her door and glanced sideways at him. His head was down as he retreated another step. Her gaze lowered to his pants, and his bulge. A nice solid firmness pressing against his pants. Oh yeah, he wasn't going to leave.

  Key in hand but not the lock, she twisted around to face him. "You worried about taking my maidenhood?" she joked.

  "Maidenhood?" His head jerked up, and the crease across the bulge of his pants tightened even more.

  "You know." Megan couldn't believe what she was doing, but here she was, sauntering over to him, hips swaying. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down. In his ear, she whispered, "Don't worry. I'm not a virgin."

  Then she pulled away, regaining her good sense and wondering what the hell had possessed her to act like a tramp. Although it had felt so empowering to grab him, to hold him… If only he wasn't wearing any clothes… If only she wasn't either…

  His arm snaked around her, slamming her into his chest. His lips sought hers, and it was both cold and hot, too much to handle and yet not enough. She wanted more, so much more, and she knew he could deliver.

  His tongue invaded her mouth a
s his hands roamed the back of her body, up, down, touching her everywhere, cupping her ass, pressing her harder against the erection in his pants. Somehow, he shifted them closer to the door. With him kissing her like this, she could hardly concentrate on putting the key in the lock, kept missing it, more focused on his tongue and her tongue and his lips and hers, and his hands… Eventually, he took the key from her, kissing not her lips now but her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her neck, that tender spot just below her ear that made her squirm. Despite his assault, he was able to undo the lock, and her knees weakened as her desire grew.

  The door opened, and they kiss-danced their way in. One of them kicked the door shut, and the sound of it slamming caused her to jump.

  "Relax," Lucca murmured. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

  An out. He was giving her an out. Did she want to stop? Or did she want to do what her best friend Julie was always telling her to do—to seize the moment and enjoy whatever life has to offer. Obviously the universe was trying to tell her something about this man in front of her. He seemed kind and sweet and funny and sexy and hot, and he made her so horny and wet. How the heck could she think about turning him away?

  "Anything I don't want to do, huh?" she asked breathlessly. She grabbed his hand and shoved it down the front of her jeans. "You tell me what I want."

  His fingers curled around her, feeling her slick folds, and her breathing grew even more jagged. His other hand unbuttoned and unzipped her pants so he could have more room. Automatically, she spread her legs and rolled her hips forward and back, loving the feel of his fingers near her sex.

  "So wet," he murmured, his lips hovering an inch from hers. His eyes were half closed, his lust obviously as powerful as her own. "You… you want…"

  Not wanting him to be the only one to be touched, she rubbed her hand against his bulge through his clothes. "So hard," she murmured.

  Anything else she might have added was swallowed by his lips and tongue. He yanked off her jeans, and she fumbled with his belt. When she couldn't get it quickly enough, he helped her and soon stepped out of his pants. His wonderfully thick, long penis poked through the hole of his boxers, and she wet her lips just thinking about where he could put it. If he could work his tongue and lips as well as he did, just what could he do with his penis?

  Normally, she wasn't like this. Yes, she'd had sex before, but to bed a guy she'd just met? Not her style, yet something about Lucca made her forget about everything. All she could think about was him. Well, about him and how much she wanted him.

  She took a step backward and eased off her blouse. Instead of dropping it onto the floor, she tossed it at him. He caught the sleeve in his mouth, his teeth flashing as he smiled around the material. Megan giggled, but when he brought her shirt around behind her back and tugged on the sleeves to force her to him, she gasped. His hands, still holding the shirt, gripped her wrists to her side as he lowered his head and kissed her neck. Her heart beat frantically, and she squirmed, rubbing her legs together, wanting to find some release from the sexual fury and tension he was building inside of her.

  God, she had never been this horny or desperate or wet in her life.

  The next kiss on her neck was open mouthed, his tongue darting out, and then he started to suck hard. A shot of pleasure raced through her body straight to her core. It was like he couldn't get enough of her, sucking hard on her neck and then down and to the right more and again moving. If she didn't have a hickie necklace tomorrow, she'd be shocked.

  "I… I want…" She tried to move her arms, but he held her wrists tight. Not enough to be painful, but so she couldn't move. It was enough to drive her wild, made her crave him all the more. "Please…"

  He paused his sucking the left side of her neck. His lips brushed against her ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his breath hot and steamy.

  She shivered with delight. "I want… I want you to have your way with me."

  Lucca pulled back and stared down at her, his brown eyes sparkling with desire. "Are you sure about that?"

  Maybe she shouldn't be, but she was.

  Megan nodded.

  "Say it again."

  She swallowed hard. "I want you to have your way with me."

  Without warning, he released her wrists and cradled her in his arms, still holding onto her shirt. His long strides covered the room. Considering her apartment was tiny, he didn't have a hard time finding her bed.

  "You're wearing too many clothes." The way his hungry gaze roved over her body had her squirming. He stared at her as if she was as beautiful as she thought he was hot. Amazing. While she loved her curves, she wasn't a size zero model by any means, yet he made her feel like she was enough for him.

  Probably just for tonight.

  She shoved that thought aside and lifted her back high enough off the bed to reach her arms behind her back to unhook her bra.

  He tsked with his tongue, and she stilled. "I thought you wanted me to have my way with you."

  "Y-yes," she said slowly.

  Gently, he pushed her back onto the bed. When he had removed his boxers, she wasn't sure, but it wasn't fair for him to be completely naked while she still wore her bra and panties. Why hadn't she worn her only matching set? At least her thong was black, and he seemed to approve of her red bra. The top part of the cup was only lace, so her nipples, as hard as his penis, were visible through the see-through material. Her panties couldn't be more soaked. He could rip them off her. She didn't care. She just wanted to be naked, to be ready for whatever he had planned for her.

  Lucca crawled onto the bed, and she couldn't help thrusting her pelvis against his. He lowered his legs onto hers. Oh, no, oh, wow, there could not be a harder penis in all the world. She ground against him as best she could. His arms were on either side of her as he kissed her so passionately that pleasure shot through her straight to her sex.

  "Please," she panted the moment he pulled away.

  His chuckle rumbled from his chest. What a chest. His pecs, his shoulders, his biceps… the man worked out, and she so appreciated a man with muscles.

  "Impatient, are you?" His tongue flicked over her lips. "Don't you want this to…" He ground his penis against her thong. "Last?"

  Unable to speak, Megan only whimpered in response. This was torture. Delicious torture, yes, but torture. She needed him, needed release, and needed his penis inside of her and the sooner the better.

  Lucca shifted slightly and lowered his head. Through the lace, he claimed a nipple in his teeth. She gasped. His hand pinched the other nipple, and she rolled her head to the side, wanting to burn this moment into her memory for when he left. She had needs—any woman did—and the daydreams she could have about him wouldn't be as good as this memory. His every touch left her squirming, panting, wanting more, wanting all of him.

  Maybe she wasn't supposed to touch him, maybe he liked being in control, but she had to. Her hands pressed against his pecs, her fingers touching his nipples.

  He broke contact with her laced nipple. "Can't stop yourself, can you?"

  She forced a hand between their bodies and gripped his penis. "Don't want me to, do you?" she countered breathlessly. So long. So hard. It felt perfect in her hand, and she stroked it once, from the tip all the way down to the base.

  He pulled her hand away and pined it to her side. "For tonight… I'm willing to do what you want. And you said you wanted me to have my way with you. Do you still want that?" With slow precision, he dry humped her in such a way she screamed in agonized pleasure. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't quite catch that."

  "Y-yes. Do whatever you want to me. Take me. I'm yours."

  Who was she? This woman willing to give over her body to a man she didn't know? She had dated Bobby for four years before she gave him her virginity. The next day, he'd dumped her. There had been only one other, but neither of them had been able to make her orgasm. She needed her fingers or toys for that, but she had high hopes for Lucca. Maybe ton
ight, someone else would bring her to that perfect height of pleasure.

  She was willing to give him that chance. He'd already demonstrated that he could be caring. Maybe he could be caring in the bedroom too.

  He paused. "Are you sure?"

  Something in his tone had changed. He had sounded so confident and full of himself, but now that was gone. Was he insecure? He had no reason to be, not that she could see.

  After a moment, she risked touching his cheek. "Aren't you?"

  "I… I want this. I want you." He shook his head and glanced away.

  "What's wrong?"

  His cheeks turned red.

  Maybe he wasn't normally a first date screw either. Somehow, that made her feel better about all of this. Although with his body, even prudish women had to contemplate whether or not they could really keep their legs closed with him, she just knew it.

  "Do you have a condom?" she asked. He better have one. She had none, but if she didn't have him and soon, she'd explode. Could one die from sexual torture? She didn't want to find out.

  Lucca nodded. A wicked glint in his eyes matched his roguish smile.

  "Then have your way with me." She flung her arms out and wiggled her legs out from under him so she was spread wide, eager and waiting for him, for all he had to offer her.

  His wild, reckless grin grew even wider. He must have carried a condom with her when they entered the bedroom—she must have been too excited to realize it at the time—because he ripped it open and sheathed himself in no time. Then he kissed her as if he meant to possess her soul, and at this moment, she was willing to give it to him. Lucca sucked one nipple through the lace then popped the other free from the cup, massaging it with his fingers, lips, and tongue. Her core grew so wet and hot she was starting to sweat. The man knew how to use his mouth, that was for damn sure.

  He kissed his way south, down her brown stomach to her shaved glory. Her thigh muscles tightened and jumped as he kissed the inside of one then the other, his lips coming closer to her wonderland with every pass. When his lips finally landed on her clit, she almost jerked away from him. The amount of pleasure she was feeling kept climbing, but she wasn't quite there, not just yet.