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“Finding a parking spot. I’m coming in with you. I’d like to meet the man you’ve been spending so much time with.”
I felt her boring holes in the side of my head.
“Did you even notice I wasn’t home?”
My fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Of course I knew you were out. I didn’t know what you were doing. Now I do. I’m going to meet Kenji. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I don’t mind as long as you’re nice.”
I pulled into a parking lot two blocks from the café. “Oh, I’ll be nice.”
And I would, as long as Kenji didn’t look at my wife like the honey guy did. I found it hard to believe he was happy in the friendzone with Saoirse, but we’d see.
Besides, I was curious about what she’d been up to over the past couple weeks. Now seemed like a great time to find out.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Saoirse
ItappedLucaonthe shoulder. He pulled his attention from his computer to snake his arm around my back, his hand dangerously close to my ass.
“This is your thirty-minute check-in,” I chirped. “Are you making progress?”
“Strangely, yes.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “I got through five employee surveys.”
“Good job.” I patted his shoulder. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes to check in with you again.”
Kenji had brought his pop-up business from Japan, testing it out in a temporary space to see if it worked with Americans. Customers used a workspace in the café and requested to be checked on by the staff at predetermined intervals to ensure they were staying on task.
The past three weekends had been packed, convincing Kenji this business model might really work here. Ping-ponging between customers, serving coffee and check-ins, I agreed with him.
Luca had spent all of Saturday, and now Sunday, working in the café. These two days were the most time we’d spent together since Wyoming. At first, I’d been a little annoyed he stuck around. To me, it’d felt like he didn’t trust me. But I was beginning to believe he was using his territorialism as an excuse to spend time with me—which I didn’t mind at all.
I liked my husband.
A half hour later, I circled back to Luca with a coffee, sliding it in front of him.
“How’s my good boy doing?” I whispered to him.
He growled at me. “I’m thinking of all the bad, bad things I’ll be doing with you as soon as I have the chance.”
“Which won’t be tonight if you don’t get through more employee surveys.”
He winced. “You’re a taskmaster.”
“I am.” I shoved his shoulder. “Now, get back to work or I’ll be forced to crack the whip.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Oh god. Yes, yes,yes.”
Luca’s hand gripped my shoulder, the other held my ass cheek. “Don’t move, pretty girl. Don’t fucking move.”
My back opening burned and stretched from Luca’s thick cock breaching it and sliding into me. I clawed at the couch cushions, keeping still for him everywhere else, tamping down every instinct telling me to rock into him.
“You’re so tight,” he gritted out. “So hot and tight.”
I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. Not because it hurt but from the intensity.
