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We spend a few minutes unloading the box and getting the books situated. Then when I’m reaching in to start sorting them, Luca grabs my shoulders and gently pulls me back against his chest.

“We should get dinner. Can’t stand the thought of that hard work going to waste. Also, I’m fucking famished,” he says.

“It’s all good. Giambotta’s better when it’s cold,” I tease, reaching for more books.

He shrugs and grabs a stack himself.

“What’s the deal with all the covers? Skulls and feathers on everything?” He snorts.

“They’re pretty,” I say indignantly. “Also, pretty popular. A lot of authors have pivoted to objects, but a few are still old-school and go with hot guys on the covers. They just go with the flow, whatever readers like.”

He looks at another one, tilting his head. “The Insatiable Court. I like the sound of that shit.”

I giggle, amused that he picked the filthiest book I’ve seen so far.

“That’s a good one, it’s a series. I read the first three books. There’s a fifth one coming out soon and it’s supposed to be spicy.”

“Spicy, huh? Like knife play or fade to black?”

I blush.

“Nothing for innocent eyes like yours,” I say.

“Now I have to read it. If it gets you revved up, dove, I’m memorizing every chapter,” he says seriously, opening the dust jacket and reading the blurb. “Just got to stay away from the real morbid shit, you know?”

I smile, but he does sound semi-serious about that. “Well, I can help you with that.”

“Counting on it, woman.” He reaches for more books and pushes them into my arms.

It’s so sweet that he genuinely pays attention to my books.

No other man bothered.

No one ever cared that I was into them, or they’d write them off with a snarky comment about ‘trashy erotica’ or ‘chick lit.’

Once we have a full shelf in loving order, I stand back to admire our work.

“Looks perfect. Thank you again.” I bounce on my toes with excitement.

“That’s one down, yeah. Six more boxes out in the car.”

“Six?” My mouth drops. I wrap my arms around him and hug him. “Did I ever mention you’re my favorite person?”

“Am I? That was fast.”

I pull him closer, kissing him for all I’m worth.

When I drift away, breathless, I run a finger over his full, luscious lips and smile. The gesture makes him hoist me up, then he sets me down on the big armchair.

I giggle, nudging him on top of me as we kiss, fighting playfully as he tries to rip my dress up my thighs.

I don’t know how or when he pulls off my panties, but then he’s at my entrance, making me feel the fullness of his cock.

Mounting me.

It feels like home when he pushes in.

I cry out, sore from our latest encounters, but God, I don’t care.