“Now you know how I feel about your baking.”
I flush at the compliment and all the others he makes as we clear the table. We're cleaning the kitchen together when I remember his earlier questions. “This building has belonged to my mother’s family for generations,” I tell him. Before her, my grandmother ran a small cafe out of the first floor. Before that, it was a butcher shop. The business changed with the times, but it always stayed in the family..”
“And is that what you want? To keep it in the family?”
I nod, already picturing what the place will look like when the renovations are done. “My mother loved this place and refused to sell it for years. I plan on keeping it that way.”
“Someone came looking for you earlier today. A real estate agent.”
I sigh. “Again?”
“He’s been here before?”
“Yeah,” I confess. “Some developers have been looking to buy the place from Ari and me. They started by offering large sums of money, but when we refused, they got pushy. Showed up unannounced, implied we were in over our heads, even hinted they could make trouble with the city if we didn’t cooperate.” Just thinking about it makes me angry all over again, and I was tempted to use Matteo’s name just to scare them away. “This building holds too much sentimental value for us. A gift our parents left us.”
I turn to Luca and find him watching me. A part of me wishes they were here to meet Luca. My bet is they would have loved him.
“Let me know the next time that guy shows up,” Luca says, grasping my chin and dropping his lips to mine in a soft kiss. “I’ll take care of the guy for you.”
I flush, missing his touch when his hand drops. I turn away to put the leftovers in the fridge, and my eyes catch on the bowl of chocolate mousse. The flush deepens when I remember what Luca did with it. And just like that, an idea slips in.
“You know…” I drawl, pulling out the bowl and turning to Luca. “You got to taste the mousse, but I still haven’t.”
His eyes darken at my words, and he rinses his hands in the sink before turning to look at me. “What did you have in mind?"
My heart is racing as I walk toward him. I reach up and slide my hands over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. His breath catches when I grip the hem and tug upward. He helps me pull it over his head, and I take a momentto admire him—all that tanned skin and dark ink, the ridges of his abs, the way his chest rises and falls with quickening breaths.
I step away for a moment, and dip my finger into the bowl of mousse and spread it over his chest. Like he did with me earlier, I stick my tongue out and run it along the streak of chocolate. “Mmm, I agree. It’s the best mousse I’ve ever tasted.”
Luca groans and tips his head back as I clean up my mess. “Biscottina, you’re killing me.”
But I want more and grab the bowl off the counter. Then, slowly, I drop to my knees. I have the pleasure of watching his eyes widen and his expression turn to shock. Heat floods those dangerous green eyes, and I find the spot between my legs dampens at the thought of touching this man. I set the bowl of chocolate beside me.
With my eyes locked on his, I reach up and unbuckle his belt and tug down his zipper. There is a tremble in my hands as I open his jeans and then tug them down. Before I know it, they’re pooled at his ankles and I’m face to face with his hard length. He’s so big. Luca’s is the first cock I’ve ever seen, but something tells me he isn’t average. Way beyond that, it seems.
His eyes don’t move from mine, and when I grip him in my hand, he sucks in a sharp breath. Slowly, I stroke him, watching his expression grow incredibly aroused and pained. But I want to see more. I want to see him lose control as he made me, so I reach down and dip my finger into the chocolate, then spread it over the length of his shaft, following the path with my tongue. He jolts, a low growl slipping from his mouth, louder when I run the tip of my tongue over the glistening tip and taste the salt of his pre-cum.
“Mmm, delicious,” I hum, lifting my eyes back to his. I paint a little more mousse over his dick and give it slow licks, lapping at the chocolate until he’s clean.
“Fuck, baby,” he says hoarsely, gripping the edge of the counter as he watches me. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look on your knees. Do it again.”
I lean forward and take him into my mouth, making him hiss when I suck on the head. I push forward but overestimate my skills as I choke, forcing me to pull back, gasping and coughing.
“Slowly,” Luca says, sliding his fingers into my hair and grabbing a fistful. “I’ll show you how.”
I nod, relaxing as he takes control and slowly guides his cock into my mouth, pulling me forward before pulling back. He does it again, pushing deeper every time. I gag when he touches the back of my throat, but he pulls back to give me time to adjust. We do it a few more times until I take him with a little more ease, and I find myself enjoying it a little more than I thought I would. I start to moan as I take him in deeper into my throat. Saliva drips down my chin as he starts moving his cock in and out of me faster, going deeper, but he’s so big that I can’t take too much of him.
This is surreal. Me on my knees for a man I was sure I would never touch. Pleasuring him as he did me earlier. And loving every moment of it.
“Use your hands,” he growls, his cock buried deep in my mouth. I bring my hands up and stroke his base, using my tongue to tease the tip. That sends him right off the edge. His fingers tighten in my hair, muscles tense a second before his hips jerk, and then there’s the salt and bitter taste of his cum hitting the back of my throat. He groans, shaking as he pushes his cockdeeper into my throat and pulling back when I choke. I close my eyes as some of his cum hits my face and throat until the trembling dies down.
His chest is heaving when he looks down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, brushing his thumb over my cheek before slipping it between my lips. His eyes fill with heat when my lips part for his finger and suck on it. He pops it out, and with a growl, he scoops me off the floor and into his arms. His mouth is on mine as he carries me back to the bedroom, and for the first time in many years, I look forward to going to bed.
Tonight, there'll be no nightmares.Only him.
Chapter Six
Luca
