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  Before our marathon orgy began, Luca had told his secretary to hold all calls and that he’d be busy the entire day interviewing the new lawyer in his firm.

  “Now can I get another day off to take care of some business?”

  “You can take a week off if you let me take you out for dinner.” Considering that I didn’t want to cook and drive anywhere, I agreed.

  “Only if you have your driver bring me back tonight. I have things to do tomorrow.”

  “I understand, Ethan.” Luca’s voice, sexy and throaty, had my cock slick from pre-cum. “Now be ready in twenty minutes. I don’t want to have to wait to see you. I can’t stand being away from you. I want you to know that I have it bad. I don’t tell this to many men... as a matter of fact, I’ve never told this to any man. You’ve done something to me, Ethan, and I can’t explain it. I just hope you feel the same.”

  I did feel the same, but I’d only known Luca for a week, and I didn’t know what to make of how I thought about working with him day in and day out under the circumstances I’d suddenly found myself in with him.

  Managing to shower and dress in twenty minutes, I strolled into the elevator. I’d been relieved that I was the only one inside until the elevator stopped at the first floor and a tall blond man entered. He smiled at me. It was the first positive greeting I’d gotten since I’d moved into the building. But it was something about him that made me nervous. I shot him a closed mouth smile and we walked out of the building together. He continued on his way until I stood to see where he was going, but then there was Luca’s limo angled against the curb.

  It had to be Luca’s car, because in this part of town, I hadn’t seen many that impressive. When Luca’s driver stepped outside and opened the door, I looked over to see the strange man who’d seemed polite, stop and turn his head before he entered the deli up the street. At first I thought nothing of it, and slid in beside Luca.

  Luca leaned over stroked and palmed my thigh giving it a squeeze, then offering me a hard kiss—one he was famous for. Everything he did, and everything about him was hard and rough and I loved it. From that incredible strong body, and from the way he fucked me when we first met behind that bar in the desert—I loved it.

  I loved him.

  Chapter 3

  Luca

  My heart skipped as if I was a school girl on my way to the prom with the boy of my dreams, when I first realized that the man I’d hired was the one man who I’d wanted all of my life. That one man who could take everything I had to offer and come back for more. It had been a lifetime of searching and there he appeared in that dim-lit dive in the desert. It was in his eyes that if I wanted to lay him over that pool table with everyone looking at us, at that moment, he would have let me take him in front of my friends, and strangers.

  It was the way he offered himself to me without complaint.

  Without restrictions.

  There was no protest when I jacked him up against that dust-worn building and turned his baby face to the wall, dragged his pants to his knees, and opened him up while grinding my cock against his ass, then plunging my heavy thick length into his tight little pucker, as I listened to the moans of pleasure escape his sweet lips.

  I watched as Ethan walked through the doors of his apartment building. I wished he’d consulted me before he’d moved here, but then how could he when I didn’t know anything about him. But now he was mine and I needed to know that he was comfortable and happy.

  We had apartments available for our personnel, but I wanted Ethan with me, mainly because I felt I had come on too strong and he’d find someone more attractive than me. Compared to Ethan, maybe he felt I would overpower him. I had done that before in my sexual relationships and probably some didn’t last, because of my intense need to be inside the men I’d fallen for.

  However, Ethan appeared different. The time I buried my cock deep inside him and I was close to him, I’d been surprised how he didn’t object to my crude lovemaking. He didn’t object to me biting, pinching and slapping his perfect ass cheeks until they became red and sore. He took that in stride. He even enjoyed when I sucked his nipples hard.

  When I glanced up, Ethan had entered the car. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. I palmed his leg. For good measure, I gripped his chin bringing his cute face to me and gave him a hard kiss. I didn’t know my own strength, but Ethan opened his mouth to devour my tongue, then pulling back he aimed a large smile my way, then leaned in and kissed me back, palming my covered balls and cock, with me breathing into his mouth with a ball-tingling moan.

  Oh, fuck yeah, this was the man for me. He was a bottom and he didn’t mind me riding him hard and rough. A man my size needed someone underneath me who could take me slamming into his ass and be able to handle every mind-blowing minute of being near his hard body.

  From our first encounter, I’d been crude and rude, and he took and liked every second of it. I couldn’t say what that did to me knowing I could be myself without worrying if he’d collapse under the strain of my lovemaking and muscular body.

  Maybe his youth had something to do with it, and my experience.

  After our initial encounter, I thought about Ethan, and even dreamed about him more nights than I cared to remember. These were frustrating nights where I’d had numerous wet dreams, only to wake with no one there but my fist.

  I had to find this man of mine, but before I could, he strolled into my office and our future with each other was yet to be written. If Ethan hadn’t stood in my office that day, I was just about to get my private investigator to hunt him down, because I was going out of my mind playing that night over and over in my mind where I’d camped out at the Grand Canyon with him.

  There wasn’t any way I would risk losing this man. He was what I wanted and needed in my life. He didn’t mind me acting out my fantasies with him. Even after I’d fucked him, he still agreed to ride on the back of my motorcycle to the Grand Canyon, in the dead of night no less, and let me pound his sweet ass until the sun rose that morning.

  He’d been fearless alright. I didn’t know if I would have gone with a stranger into the night, slept outside and woke smiling, but he did. I must have appeared to be insane, but he met my insanity with one of his own. I took him on all fours, on his back with his legs on my shoulders, me straddled over him, my cock in his mouth, bent over my motorcycle, and later, in my makeshift tent.

  His endurance and persistence without a word, was why I knew he was mine. The only man for me.

  When Ethan walked into my office, he’d saved me from stalking him, because I would have done anything the way I felt for him. That was why I took him hard in my bathroom for hours, and he kept asking for more and harder. I couldn’t wait until I could see him every day. Therefore, when I got a call from him, I’d been thinking about asking him out to dinner, but I thought I should give him time to relax and get comfortable in his apartment before he had to come in tomorrow.

  When Ethan called, surprise would not be the word I’d used to express my thoughts.

  “Luca, it’s me Ethan.”

  Fuck me, it was Ethan and my cock started to throb. I placed my hand on it to quiet it, but my cock wanted what it wanted and refused to be stilled. It needed to be lodged deep inside Ethan and soon, I needed to hold him close, feel his soft peach fuzz skin against my thick hairy body.

  It took all of my calm to relax my voice, so he wouldn’t know how needy I’d been on hearing him. I thought perhaps it was too soon to tell him that I wished he would consider living with me. If I told him about the apartments, then he would never take my offer. I decided to keep that from him.

  I consoled myself by thinking that it wasn’t as if I’d lied to him. I didn’t want to start a relationship with lies.

  “Yes, Ethan, what can I do for you? I’d like to do something for you and soon.” I gave out a nervous laugh. He made me nervous, because I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him and what I was willing to do for him. When he agreed to have dinner w
ith me, I couldn’t believe my good fortune.

  “You look handsome tonight,” he gushed, leaning over, giving me another generous kiss.

  I placed my hand to his chin and rubbed the back of my hand over his soft stubble as I returned his kiss with one of my own—one where I slid my tongue into his mouth and sucked on it hard before letting it go and pulling back.

  Ethan turned with his eyes wide, breathless, and remarked, “I wasn’t expecting such eagerness, especially since we’ve been apart for a few days.”

  “Expect it whenever I see you. A few days to me is like a lifetime away from you. I hope you feel the same.” I glanced his way waiting for a response.

  Maybe it was too early for him to declare how much he enjoyed me. Maybe he wasn’t the type to wear his feelings on his sleeves, but I had no problem opening up to him, especially if I was attracted to a man, and with Ethan, it was more than just attraction—I was out of my mind fucking crazy about him.

  The car sped off into the traffic, and I sat back bringing Ethan into my arms as he relaxed.

  “I hope you don’t object to having dinner at my place.”

  “No. I’m sure it’s better than where I just came from.”

  “Why don’t you stay with me?” I’d asked him before I thought it through. Maybe it was too soon to lay that on him, and I wasn’t ready for his answer.

  “Are you kidding?” Ethan chuckled. “We just met. I could be a serial killer.”

  “Or I could be one,” I joked.

  Ethan chuckled, his eyes measuring mine.

  “You don’t know me. I snore at night,” Ethan admitted, turning to look away.

  “When I finish with you after a long day at the office, with me fucking you in-between the blow jobs half the night, I won’t hear you snore, and neither will you,” I added, trying to make light of a serious situation. He was right. I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me, but I knew one thing, Ethan was mine whether he realized it or not. He could come up with all kinds of excuses, but before it was over and he’d gotten down to his last outrageous excuse, he would be mine.

  Ethan turned to gaze at me. “I wanted to discuss something with you.”

  “I hope no one died, because you have this serious look on your face, and I don’t know if I want to hear it.”

  “It’s nothing too serious, but I think we’re getting too close for either of our own good. We should give each other room.”

  I didn’t like the sound of that statement nor how he’d ground it out, one word at a time. I’d heard it too many times over the years. What did I do?

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “I think we’re rushing into this relationship.” I sat back, turned and looked him in the eyes. My heart raced. Sadness washed through me and my balls tightened at the thought of losing him when I’d just found him. “We have to work together. I don’t think I can keep my hands off you,” Ethan admitted.

  I smiled at his response. “Oh, that’s all.” In my excitement and not hearing something that would make me upset, I grabbed Ethan and brought him into my arms. “I hope you can’t, because I can’t wait to get you inside and... well, I’ll let you know just how I feel about you. That is after you’ve eaten. Is steak okay, baby?”

  “Steak is fine. But did you understand what I wanted to tell you? I can’t keep my hands off you, and I don’t think it would be good for your company to have your lover around.”

  “You let me be the judge of that,” I replied. “As long as we’re discreet, I don’t think anyone will notice. And if you have to be with me, then I’ll cancel some appointments and you can come to my office and we’ll discuss the problem that day.” I chuckled, and waggled my eyebrows at him. Then I aimed my eyes downward and reached for Ethan’s zipper as his eyes stayed on my mouth. He knew what I was ready to do and he didn’t protest.

  Ethan raised his hips up and I slid down his pants. When his jeans pooled at his feet, I moved down onto my knees with my back to the front seat, then I glanced up as Ethan’s teeth bit down on his lower lip. I eased my palms under his soft white sweater where my fingers slid along his nipples, and when they went taut in my palms, I watched his head swing backward. I heard a muffled groan when I pinched his nipples hard, and at the same time he opened his legs wide and I fisted his slick cock.

  “You’re eager aren’t you, baby,” I stated, meeting his hungry eyes.

  He smiled when our eyes locked, and replied, “More than eager. I’m fucking hot. See what I mean. How can we be together every day like this? I’m ready to cum now and let you fuck me in your car. Your driver will think you’ve picked up a depraved sex addict.”

  “That’s all I want to hear, and you can be my depraved sex addict anytime. I want you to be free with me, do whatever you feel will make you happy sexually. I want you to show me and tell me what turns you on and I’ll do my best to please you,” I admitted. I pulled at his length, drawing it down to the base, then to the tip. I did it one more time before I aimed his cock’s head for my mouth.

  Lowering my head to cover his engorged dick, I took it in slow and then my mouth covered it completely. I circled my tongue around his soft flesh and then I swirled it around the slit of his cock as it pulsed in my mouth. He punched his hips upward, and it was at that moment I tasted the warm pre-cum he offered as his gift for sucking his sweet dick, allowing me the pleasure of his cock, which now I couldn’t do without, or wanted to do without.

  The pleasure was all mine, though, as I moaned and groaned when he fisted my hair and tightened his fingers around it, directing my head downward as his hips powered upward to deep-throat me. I relaxed to keep from gagging, because I hadn’t let a man fuck my mouth in years. Only Ethan.

  I was about to come in my pants when the car stopped, so I pushed back. Ethan pulled his cock from my mouth, letting out a sigh, and I moaned at the interruption of a perfect moment and a perfect feeling.

  Helping him with his pants, “We’re home.” I don’t know why I mentioned the words we’re home, but it felt right. Ethan raised an eyebrow and kissed my hair before I straightened myself up and prepared to step out of the limo.

  Chapter 4

  Ethan

  We’d eaten our steaks and potatoes, and drank our fill of wine out of crystal goblets. Somewhere during the drive to Luca’s home, I’d become sober, and then drunk again in between our conversations on how we met and why I’d agreed to ride into the desert with him—a stranger at the time.

  Luca chortled, “I have to give it to you, baby, you’ve got guts, and two of the best-looking balls and cock I’ve ever had the pleasure to taste. I like a man who likes to take chances, that’s why I want you to live with me.”

  “I thought we’d settled that before. I said, you’ve just met me,” I scolded. “Shouldn’t a man your age be more careful about men?” I questioned.

  “And you’ve just met me, but if you’re anything like me, you’re willing to take a chance on someone or something you know will make your life better than it already is, and for me that’s you, Ethan. You’re the man I’m willing to take a chance on. Just say the word.” That was a mind blowing answer. He was willing to take a chance on me? “I hired you without seeing you, didn’t I? I felt it in my gut that you were good for Summer & Healey. Now I know you’re right for me.”

  “I’m not as courageous as you think,” I confessed.

  “What you are now is enough for me,” Luca admitted as he placed his palm over mine. I glanced up at him and looked into his big blue eyes and I was convinced that if I gave him the chance, Luca could be what I’d wanted all my life—someone to spend my life with that I could enjoy and feel safe around—but in the back of my mind, I didn’t know if I could throw caution away and be what he needed. I didn’t know him and I didn’t know exactly what he wanted from me except a warm body to wake up to in the mornings, go to bed with at night, and a convenient fuck.

  Was I just a convenient fuck?

  Luca had agreed that I
would take a few more days off. I didn’t tell him that I needed that time to look for another job. I was sure that was more of a wish than reality, finding a position in a law firm in a day in San Francisco. That was why I never mentioned it, because it was less likely to happen.

  Luca stood after using the white napkin to wipe his mouth. You haven’t seen my home, have you? Well of course not. I rushed you from the car and in here to eat.” He waited for me to drink the last of the red wine, then he extended his hand out.

  Placing my palm in his, he grasped my hand in a powerful grip. I rose from my chair. He was indeed a man of power and he didn’t realize how strong he was compared to me, but of course he did. After standing, I pulled my hand from his grip, then leaned forward and brushed my lips against his in a soft kiss.

  “Thank you. The steak was cooked perfect to my taste. Everything was superb, but then I’m sure you know that, Luca.” We stood trading glances with each other. My cock grew harder just at the sight of his handsome face. We were about to talk at the same time, but I got my thoughts out first because I wanted to know the answer to a question. “You’re so tall and such a handsome man, why do you want me?” I slanted my head to the side in a quizzical way, “I’m sure you have men dying for you to ask them out.”

  He took my hand and squeezed around mine as I gazed into his wonderful blue eyes. He held my hand tight and then a wide smile shone as he revealed a mouth full of pampered teeth.

  “I don’t want any man, I want only you.”

  “But why?” I had to know. I knew why I wanted him. He was handsome, tall, my boss, and he could fuck me like no man ever had. I felt as if I was on fire when he was inside of me. I felt as if he was putting out that fire when he came inside my body. There was a balance with him. I thought I knew why I was attracted to Luca, but I had yet to get a satisfactory answer as to why he thought I was the one for him where he was willing to share his home with me.

  “Come, don’t talk,” he demanded in this deep, hoarse, baritone voice which left no room for resisting him. “Just come with me and take a look at my place, then tell me if you ever want to go back to that small apartment of yours.”