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Luca took a sip of his wine. “Thought maybe we could take advantage of the change of scenery, take a break from work,” he said, looking at Conor, their resident workaholic.
“Okay,” Conor said. “I get it. I’ve been working too hard.”
Luca shoulder-bumped him. “You do realize you’re basically the boss, right? You don’t have to burn the midnight oil every night.”
Conor snorted. “I’ll be sure to tell Matt you said that.”
“Please do. Because I know for a fact that guy’s clocking out every day before five.”
“Liza snitching on him?” Conor asked.
Luca chuckled. “Bragging is more like it, talking about how he’s always waiting for her with a glass of wine when she gets home from work.”
Conor shook his head in disbelief. “I have to admit, I’m trying to figure out where my brothers acquired these romantic inclinations. Because they sure as shit didn’t learn them from our father.”
Harper noticed Conor’s slight wince. He really wasn’t comfortable talking about his parents. He looked down at his wine glass, reaching up to rub his chest. That action had become a tell, an indication that he was about to pull away—sometimes physically, sometimes by checking out of the conversation.
She didn’t want to lose him either way tonight, so she stepped in. “You really think it’s only your brothers who are romantic?”
Conor tilted his head, giving her a curious look.
“You threw me a prom,” she reminded him. “There’s no way Matt’s glass of wine after work beats that.”
Conor smiled, shrugging off her compliment. “It was Luca’s idea.”
“Maybe so.” She set her glass on the floor before crawling up to him. “But you made that romantic playlist.”
Once again, he deflected. “Liza suggested the?—”
She placed her finger over his lips, cutting him off. “It was romantic. You are romantic.” She backed that assertion up with a kiss, not letting up until Conor responded, his tongue stroking her lower lip.
When she pulled away, the clouds that had formed in his eyes had lifted, and he looked relaxed once more.
She gave him a wink. “My work here is done.”
Luca laughed, reaching out to ruffle her hair, something that was becoming his habit. It was ridiculously affectionate and endearing…so, of course it made her horny as hell.
Everything these guys did kept her in a constant state of arousal. She’d worry about that if they weren’t backing up all those flirty touches and sexual innuendos with orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms.
Scooting back across the rug, she dropped dramatically to her back, lifting her hands above her head. She cleared her mind completely, living in the moment as she took in everything around her. The wood-beamed walls and ceiling painted orange by the soft flickering light from the fire, the crackle of the logs as they burned, the heat in the room, and the rich red wine, all working together in such a way that she was certain she’d never been this relaxed in her life.
Luca, who was sitting near her head, stroked her hair gently, looking just as at peace as she felt.
Conor scooted down near her feet, his back resting against the end of the couch. He lifted her legs so that her feet were in his lap. His actions reminded her of the foot rub Luca had given her, his claim that it was part of his seduction arsenal.
When Conor dug his thumbs into the soles of her feet, she moaned blissfully.
“Mmm,” Luca hummed. “Good call, Conor. Probably best to move things along or our girl is going to fall asleep right here in front of the fire.”
“You think a relaxing foot rub will stop that?” she asked.
“Luca knows I don’t plan to stop at the feet.” Conor tightened his grip on her arches, then shifted, his massage traveling from her feet, to her ankles, to her calves, rubbing her muscles with firm squeezes and deep caresses.
She was wearing loose-legged capris, so his touch was unhindered until he reached her knees. Bending forward, he unfastened her pants, pulling them and her panties down, tossing them over his shoulder.
After two weeks of sex-a-palooza, they’d become quite unrestrained, none of them feeling the need to ask permission, none of them hesitating when it came to getting the others out of their clothes.
“Take off your shirt,” Luca said to Conor, his tone filled with that gruff demand she found so incredibly sexy.
