The Temporary Wife: Chapter 50

I reject Ben’s call for the 10th time tonight, annoyed he got his hands on my phone number in the first place. He’s been trying to find excuses to speak to me outside of the meetings we unfortunately both must attend, and I’ve been doing my best to avoid him. Is this what it was like years ago? How could I have fallen for his incessant pestering?

I only need to tolerate him for a little longer. There are only a few days left before the board makes a decision, and once they do, we won’t have to work together so closely anymore. Even if he stays at Windsor Finance, I won’t necessarily have to see him.

Luca closes his laptop and places it on the coffee table, his jaws clenched. “How long has this been going on?” he asks me as he leans back against the sofa, his voice soft. He takes my laptop from me and closes that too, his movements so carefully controlled that it gives away just how angry he is.

“I… you mean…”

“How long has that fucker been calling you? Your two months are nearly up. Have you been speaking to him all along?”

“Only about work,” I reassure him.

Luca’s eyes flash, and he pulls me onto his lap, my back against his chest. “Why?” he asks, his lips brushing over my neck. “Are you my only employee? Is there no one else he can turn to? You know it’s just an excuse.”

His teeth graze over my neck, and he bites down on my skin for a moment, before sucking harshly, marking me. “Luca,” I moan, my heart racing. There’s something irresistible about him whenever he acts this possessive. Everything I used to hate about him, I’ve come to love.

His hands roam over my body, and he pushes the straps of my pajama top off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

“You know I only want you,” I murmur, before tilting my head back. His lips find mine, and he kisses me slowly as one hand slips into my pajama bottoms. A soft growl escapes his lips as his middle finger brushes over my clit.

My phone starts to ring again, and he pulls his lips off mine. “Pick up. If I find out this call is about anything other than work, there’ll be hell to pay.”

Luca’s finger moves down from my clit and slips into me just as I pick up the phone, and I bite down on my lip for a moment.

“Val?” Ben says, sounding a little drunk. “Where are you?”

Luca pushes another finger into me, and I gasp. “At home, of course. It’s nearly ten in the evening. Where else would I be?”

“I need to see you,” Ben says, but I can’t focus on anything when Luca is slowly slipping two fingers in and out of me, his cock hardening underneath me rapidly.

His lips brush against my ear, and he bites down on my earlobe for a moment. “This doesn’t sound like it’s about work, baby,” he whispers, his tone threatening. His free hand moves to my breast and he pinches my nipple as he pushes his fingers deeper into me.

“Why?” I ask Ben, my voice husky.

Luca pulls his fingers away, and I whimper. “Get on your knees,” he whispers, repositioning me on the sofa so my ass is in the air. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he presses my face into the sofa before placing my phone right next to me, on loudspeaker.

“I miss you so much, Val. Please, I just need to see you. Can’t you just give me ten minutes?”

Luca’s fingers wrap around my pajama bottoms, and he pulls them down to my knees, right along with my panties.

“No,” I say. “If this isn’t about work, I’m going to end this call. I’m busy, Ben.”

Luca drags his hand over my pussy before pushing three fingers into me roughly, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“Please don’t hang up,” Ben pleads, thankfully clueless about my predicament.

“It’s fine,” Luca whispers. “Let’s hear him out,” he says, his fingers pumping in and out of me ruthlessly. I moan into the sofa’s cushions when he drags his tongue over my pussy. I can’t even imagine what kind of image I must be presenting him with, my clothes a mess, my ass up in the air, and my face pressed against the sofa.

“I still love you, Val. I know that it’s been years, but I never stopped thinking about you. We were young and immature when we dated, but it’s different now. If you give me another chance, I’ll treat you better.”

Luca’s tongue circles around my clit, withholding what I want most, and I try my hardest to move my hips and reposition him, but he merely chuckles and holds me in place. His fingers stroke my G-spot while his tongue pushes me toward madness. If he keeps going like that, he’ll have me coming on his face in minutes, and he knows it.

“Please,” I moan.

“Please, what?” Ben asks. “Tell me, Val. What can I do to make it better? How do I make up for my mistakes? Is there anything I can do to earn your forgiveness?”

Luca chuckles and flicks his tongue over my clit, and my pussy begins to throb. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Tell him what you want, Valentina.”

I thrust my hips harder against his face, and he finally gives me what I need. His tongue is as ruthless as his fingers are, and he gets me right to the edge.

“Do you want to come for me, Valentina?” he whispers.

“Yes!” I groan.

“Tell me how,” Ben says, his tone frantic. “I’ll do anything.”

Luca chuckles and flicks his tongue over my clit hard, over and over again, until my muscles clamp down on his fingers. “Luca,” I moan, unable to suppress my voice any longer. “Oh God, Luca.”

“Good girl,” Luca tells me, no longer whispering. “You’re such a good girl, Valentina. Tell me, baby. Do you want my cock?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my pussy throbbing. “Please, Luca. Please fuck me. Oh God. I need you.”

He grabs my hair and pulls me up until he’s got my back arched before he pushes the tip in. “You want more, baby?” he asks, pushing in just a little deeper. “Tell me you love me, Valentina, and I’ll consider giving you more of my cock.”

The way he’s pulling on my hair just heightens my sensations. It feels so ridiculously good to surrender control to him. “I love you, Luca,” I tell him, my tone pleading. “I love you so much. Please. Please.”

He slams all the way into me, and we both moan. “Fuck,” he groans, his hands wrapping around my hips as he takes me hard. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Valentina.”

“It’s yours,” I moan. “I’m all yours. Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he reaches around me to grab my phone, startling me. I forgot all about Ben.

I look over my shoulder as Luca keeps fucking me, my phone lifted to his ear. “She warned you that she’s busy, didn’t she? Have you heard enough, or do you want to hear her come for me again?” he asks, his eyes on mine, pure satisfaction on his face as he continues to thrust into me, his movements slower now.

Luca ends the call and drops my phone, his attention returning to me as he increases his pace and intensity, taking me harder than he ever has before. “I warned you,” he tells me. “I told you there’d be hell to pay.”

I smile at him as he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back into me harshly, deeply. “Luca, if this is hell, I’m willing to burn for all of eternity.”