Luca Steele
When Nova burst into my office like a storm and yelled, “Get the fuck off my husband, you’re fired,”
I swear to God—there was nothing hotter than that.
She didn’t just walk in. She owned the room.
And the way she said my husband?
Yeah. That did something to me. My cock twitched.
Penny scrambled off me like a roach caught in the light, stammering, clutching her bag. I didn’t even bother saying a word to her. I was too focused on Nova.
Her eyes were blazing, jaw clenched, the coffee in her hand shaking. And when she slammed it down and stormed out, all I could think was—
Run after her.
So I did.
“Nova!” I called as I jogged down the hall.
She didn’t stop.
I caught her by the arm just before the elevator and she jerked back. “Let me go!”
“Wait,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What you saw—It wasn’t what it looked like.”
She narrowed her eyes, pulling her arm free. “Really? So you’re gonna ask me to believe you instead of my own eyes?”
God. There she was. The sassy, stubborn, fierce woman I’ve come to know and…
Feel something for. There it was again. That heat. That familiarity.
I shook my head, stepping closer. “No. I’m not asking you to believe anything. I’m telling you the truth. She came onto me. I didn’t invite her into my lap. You know me better than that.”
She laughed bitterly. “Do I? Do I really know anything about you, Luca?”
That hurt more than I expected.
“Come with me,” I said.
“No.”
“Yes,” I said, and before she could argue again, I gently pulled her into the empty meeting room behind us and shut the door.
She crossed her arms and turned away, but I moved in front of her. My heart was thudding. My hands itched to touch her.
I didn’t think. I just moved.
And I kissed her.
Hard.
Her gasp caught in my throat, and for a split second, she froze—shocked. But then her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, and she kissed me back.
God.
Her mouth was soft but fierce, just like her. Every time our lips moved, it was like I was remembering something I never knew I forgot.
I grabbed her waist, lifting her easily onto the table. Her legs wrapped around my hips, her hands tugged at my hair like she’d been waiting to do this forever.
I pulled back just a breath, eyes locked with hers.
“Why do you feel so damn familiar?” I whispered.
She stared at me, breathless, lips parted.
“I don’t know,” she whispered back.
I leaned in again, kissing down her jaw, her neck, the place where her pulse raced beneath my lips. She gasped when I pressed closer, her fingers sliding beneath the collar of my shirt.
The air between us shifted—electric, heavy, charged with everything we hadn’t said.
She wasn’t just a name on a contract. She wasn’t just a Kingsley.
She was mine.
Her dress slid higher as I ran my hands along her thighs, the fabric soft beneath my fingers, her skin even softer. She shivered and leaned in, our foreheads touching.
“Luca,”she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “What are we doing?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I let my hands do the talking, sliding further up her thighs, my thumbs tracing circles on her inner thighs. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss, deep and passionate. She moaned into my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, my hands continuing their journey up her thighs. She was panting now, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I reached the apex of her thighs, my fingers brushing against her panties. She was already wet, the fabric damp. I grinned against her skin, my fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through the fabric.
“Fuck, Luca,” she moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. “More.”
I obliged, sliding her panties to the side, my fingers finding her clit. She was soaking wet, her pussy slick with desire. I circled her clit, my fingers moving in slow, teasing circles. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“God, Luca,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I continued to circle her clit, my other hand sliding up her body, cupping her breast through her dress. She moaned, her back arching, her nipples hardening against my palm. I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers, my other hand still working her clit.
She was panting now, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I increased the pressure, my fingers moving faster, harder. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“I’m gonna come, Luca,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I didn’t stop. I continued to circle her clit, my other hand still working her breast. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand, her fingers digging into my shoulders. And then she was coming, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
She collapsed against me, panting, her body still shaking with aftershocks. I grinned, my fingers still buried in her slit. She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile on her face.
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