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“You and Matt both have abnormally broad shoulders and arms,” Conor teased.
Luca laughed. “They’re called triceps and biceps, and we found them at the gym. If you spent a little more time using your fancy weights versus flipping pages in that living room-slash-library of yours, you might find some too.”
Conor snorted, the sound cut short when Luca reached up to return the favor, fixing his bow tie. His breath caught when Luca’s hands slid into the lapels of his jacket, closing around them to draw him near.
“Thanks for agreeing to help me put this together.” Luca’s face was so close Conor could feel the heat of his breath, smell the mintiness of his toothpaste.
“You’re welcome.” Conor fought the overpowering desire to close the distance between them, to steal another kiss. A real kiss. The one in the limo had been nothing more than a tease. Nothing like the first one they’d shared.
As Conor wrestled over whether to go for another kiss, Luca made the decision for him, using his grip on the jacket to pull him forward. It was hard for Conor to believe Luca had never engaged in an affair with another man. There’s wasn’t a trace of hesitance or reticence in his touch. And his kisses…
Jesus.
Conor’s dick woke up and took notice.
When he released Conor, Luca grinned and gave him a wink.
“Never considered kissing James Bond before tonight.”
Luca admitted last weekend that he’d never agreed to keep things between the three of them platonic. Then he’d backed up that assertion by kissing Harper. Had they not been interrupted by the damn water leaking above them, Conor knew without a doubt, he would have allowed himself to be drawn in. He’d tried to convince himself he’d been saved by that overflowing tub, but he could see now all it had done was delay the inevitable.
Regardless…his conscience wasn’t completely down for the count just yet.
Russos aren’t weak.
Russos don’t fail.
God, he hated that fucking voice in his head, but he couldn’t deny it would be wrong to give in to this simply because he was too weak to do the smart thing.
“Luca, about tonight. I’m not sure?—”
The elevator doors slid open, Luca stepping off without giving Conor a chance to finish what he wanted to say. Conor followed when he took off in the direction of Harper’s suite.
“Luca.” Conor placed his hand on the other man’s forearm when they reached her door, trying once more.
Luca knocked, then faced him. “Just roll with this, Conor. Trust me to get us there.”
Conor frowned, confused. “Get us where?”
Luca raised one eyebrow, giving him a look that said they both knew exactly where this was headed, but before Luca could call him on it, the door opened—and they fell silent.
No.
Silent was the wrong word.
He was awestruck, and a quick glance Luca’s direction told him that he was too.
Harper had followed their instructions, the beautiful woman standing before them in a shimmery, off-the-shoulder evening gown that appeared black at first, until Harper turned slightly, revealing that the dress was a rich, deep emerald green. The skirt had a scandalously long slit that revealed most of Harper’s right leg, ending at her upper thigh. The bodice dipped in the front, giving Conor a generous glimpse of the top halves of her breasts. The waistline nipped in to create the most perfect hourglass shape he’d ever seen. She’d paired the dress with black heels adorned with sparkling jewels.
Harper had left her hair down, the thick blonde waves flowing over her shoulders and back, framing her gorgeous face. Normally, Harper’s makeup was minimal, the woman rarely doing more than swiping on some mascara and lip gloss and calling it good enough.
Tonight, while her natural beauty still shone through, she’d taken special pains, doing that look women referred to as smoky eye, her lips a shimmery red that drew his attention to how plump and full and utterly kissable they were.
Her eyes lit up when she saw them in their tuxedos, those perfect lips parting slightly with a quick intake of surprise. That initial response morphed quickly, as he and Luca were graced with what the world referred to as Harper’s siren smile.
God knew it was calling to him. Conor was fully prepared to throw himself on the rocks for this woman.
“Wow,” Harper breathed. “You guys look… Wow.”
