AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Ten minutes later, Luca comes out of the bathroom, his hair is loose and he’s wearing gray sweatpants, and a white T-shirt. Laid-back looks good on him. Well, everything looks good onLuca. The burns on his arm seem to be healing well. The skin is still red, but looks much better than it did when the bandages were removed.
Luca sits down next to me, leans back onto the headboard, and wraps his arm around me. “Come here.”
He pulls me to him until I am sitting between his legs, with my back pressed to his chest. Then, he leans over and picks up the folder he left on the recliner and places it on the bed next to him. I open it and skim over a bunch of numbers on the first page. “Cash flows?”
“Yup,” he says as he reaches for his jacket. He takes a pair of glasses from the pocket and puts them on.
I stare at him.
“What?” he asks and grabs the first piece of paper.
“You wear glasses?”
“For reading, apparently. I found them in a drawer at the office today, and the numbers started making much more sense when I could see them clearly.” He tilts his head and narrows his eyes at me “You didn’t know your husband needs glasses?”
“My husband never told me,” I say, then lift my hand and thread my fingers through his hair. He looks hot in glasses. “I guess the cat is out of the bag now.”
“Hmm. You and your husband had a really strange relationship, Isabella.” He leans in and kisses me.
Oh, Luca, you haven’t the slightest idea of how much. I brush the back of my hand over the side of his face, then take my book and lean back onto his chest. Not five seconds later, his right hand slips under my silk nightgown and into my panties. He places his finger at my entrance and slowly slides it in. I gaspand look over my shoulder to find him focused on the cash flow printout in his left hand, seemingly immersed in the numbers.
“Luca?”
“Yes?” he mumbles, not looking up.
“I can’t concentrate with your finger inside me,” I state what should be obvious.
“Well, too bad. Because it’s staying there, Isabella.”
“You expect me to be able to read like this?”
He finally looks up from his report, his face the embodiment of seriousness. “You’ll get used to it. I enjoy having my fingers inside you, so every time you sit next to me, that’s where they’ll be. Do you have a problem with that?”
I blink at him. “No.”
“Perfect.” He nods and turns back to his papers.
“What if there’s someone else around?” I ask.
“In that case, I may reconsider.”
He may reconsider?
With the book on World economy in my hands, I try to ignore his warm palm over my pussy and his finger inside me. It doesn’t work. I know how skilled his hands are, and it’s driving me mad. Trying to keep the rest of my body still, I slowly squeeze my legs together. Luca’s still engrossed in the report as I start rotating my hips just a little, enjoying the feel of my walls brushing his finger.
“Isabella.”
I don’t stop but turn my head and find him regarding me over the rim of his glasses.
“What?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Behave.”
“And what if I don’t wish to behave?”
Luca tsks, lets his papers fall to the floor, then takes the book from my hands and launches it across the room. “Take your clothes off.”
“You first,” I say. “But keep the glasses.”
