He wasn’t wrong, was the thing. There was a part of me that, even now, wanted to punish those men down there. “I’d never do anything like that,” I said unconvincingly, and Finch’s steady gaze took on a strange, compassionate air. “I just don’t want you to be scared of anyone.”
“I am not scared of anyone. I am scaredfor you.”
I huffed at that. “You don’t have to be scared forme, baby bird. I know how to protect myself, and I have Fontana or Vitali or one of the others with me most of the time.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Usually, when Finch and I had what I thought of as thehardconversations, we made sure we were in close physical contact. We would cuddle up in bed, or on the couch, or at least hold hands. This approach, where he sat behind his desk while I stayed on the sofa—I didn’t like it.
“Then tell me what you mean.” I gathered myself up and walked over to him to half-sit on the edge of his desk, right next to his chair. He leaned back in it, gold hair wild against the black leather headrest. I reached out to brush one unruly lock back into place.
Finch caught my hand in his, and I looked down at the wedding ring on his finger. Every time I saw it, it calmed me. It was a symbol of the unbreakable bond between us—in more ways than one. The rings we both wore contained trackers, just in case. Finch’s had come in handy more than once. He tended to use mine merely to ruin surprises I was trying to set up for him.
You really need MORE Armani???he had texted once when I was buyinghima new shirt.
“Luca,” he said then, and his eyes softened. “You’re all wound up. I know why, and I get it, but you need to remember: you have friends. You have allies. You literally have men who woulddiefor you. So maybe calm down a little, huh?”
I watched his mouth as he spoke, and then I leaned in to kiss him. He let me do that, at least. “If I’m planning on killing anyone special, I’ll check in with you, see what you think,” I told him afterward, and this time the joke landed. I even got a smirk out of him. “For now, though…”
I pushed his chair back so I could get on my knees in front of him, and then I started to unbutton his jeans.
Chapter Five
LUCA
Finch shook his head ruefully, but let me tug his jeans down to his ankles and then fish around in his underwear.
“You can’t distract me with sex, babe,” he sighed.
“Of course I can.”
He took a sharp breath as I yanked down his boxer briefs and leaned in to nuzzle my cheek against his junk. “Okay, maybe you can,” he admitted after a moment. “But there’s a conversation we still need to have.”
“And we can have it, butafterI blow the Boss-Man in his office. Come on, angel, let me live out my fantasy.”
His pretty pink cock was in my hand and already half-hard, so Finch gave in…for the moment. I knew he’d insist on talking again later, but I was relieved to put it off. I kissed the tip of his dick reverently, cupping his silky balls in one hand, and looked up into his face.
“I just want to keep you safe,” I told him. “And happy. That’s all I want.”
He threaded a hand through my hair, coming to rest at the back of my neck. “I know.” Finally, I earned a real smile from him, just before he pulled my head down and shifted his hips up to give me better access.
I licked his cock into my mouth slowly and teased him to full hardness, taking him with deep, long sucks that drew sighs out of his mouth almost as much as pre-cum from his dick. I’d always loved how responsive Finch was during sex, and not just the way his cock dripped for me in a near-Pavlovian response. I loved the way his nipples stood up in visible points under his shirt, the way his pupils blew wide and dark, the way his lips parted andstayedthat way, as though in invitation.
I’d blown him here in his office before, but Finch never tired of it. I think he got off on the idea of me, the most powerful man in the whole city, getting on my knees for him in his own place of work. As for me, I would do anything, anytime to please him—and, right then, to distract him from the things he’d been trying to say.
Because he wasright, and that was the problem.
I knew it myself. I was getting paranoid, jumping at shadows, second-guessing even the most loyal of my men.
A knock at the door made him start and try to wriggle away, but I grabbed at his hips, determined to keep his cock in my mouth. “Luca,” he hissed.
“Anything you need, Mr. D?” someone called through the door.
“N-no,” Finch spluttered, his voice rising as I slid my tongue around his crown, then crammed his whole length down my throat. “Ah,Christ—”
“Mr. D?”
“It’s fine!” Finch shouted desperately. “I’m fine, Luca’s—ohfuck—taking care of me.”
