Page 18 of The Billionaire Mismatch

He tugs his shirt up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. Then he unbuckles his pants and drops those too. As I look at him, fully exposed, my eyes have a hard time knowing where to focus. I was not wrong about him. From his strong biceps to his toned forearms, to his washboard abs, he looks like he was photoshopped and framed.

And then there’s his cock…

Long. Smooth. Veined. Thick. And hard…hard for me…

As he clasps his hand around it, stroking a couple times, making it even bigger than it was before, my jaw unhinges in anticipation.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers grittily.

“Yes,” I nod.

“Say it,” he demands.

Something in me flips like a switch. “Luca…fuck me.” The smirk returns, and he drives himself inside me. I gasp again as my body tightens around him. Luca braces his hands on either side of my head, almost like a push-up position as he dips and pulls back, gliding himself in and out of me until both our bodies meld together.

“Damn,” he lets out. “You’re so tight for me. Do I feel good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say breathily.

“Yeah?” he asks, inching for more as he presses a little deeper.

“Yes,” I moan, clasping my hands on his toned shoulders that are now slick with sweat.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

“Yes,” I nod. “I want more.”

“How much more?” he asks, still gliding.

“I want you to make me come,” I say, and it’s like a trigger. Something dark and primal flashes in his eyes, and Luca thrusts harder into me, making me cry out. His hips crash against mine, again and again, harder and harder as both of us moan. Beads of perspiration swell at his temples, glistening in the silver streaks of his hair, before running down the bridge of his nose and onto me.

The storm grows and swells inside both of us until I can hardly take it anymore. I wrap my legs around his, jetting my hips up towards him, creating more friction and driving us closer to orgasm. It hits like a thunderstorm, cracking against the sky, enveloping us in its wrath and leaving us helpless to its currents.

When it finally settles, Luca comes to his knees. Neither of us speak as we struggle to catch our breaths, and he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“Damn,” he finally says after seconds, or maybe minutes. I’m not really sure.

Damn is right.

Unmatched Dating 101- Rule #69: What happens on an unintended ONS should probably stay a secret. Especially if it was with someone who is supposed to be off limits.

Chapter 6

Luca

“You are going to love me,”Matt says as he bursts through the door to my office. It’s 8am, bright and early, and I nearly spill my coffee on my shirt. I shoot a scowl in his direction, but as usual, he deflects it. The man has golden retriever energy, and I think it’s safe to say I identify more closely to a Doberman. Especially before I have had coffee.

“Love is a strong word,” I tell him.

“Not for the man who just pitched the Real Talk idea to the creative team and got all thumbs up,” he says, inviting himself to take a seat across from me at my desk as he pops open his laptop to a spreadsheet.

“You pitched it without me?” I ask.

“You were busy,” he says. “On your date. Meanwhile, I took the liberty of handing your recent idea to the worker bees who are creating a trial run now. You’re welcome.”

I don’t say thank you.

For one, these are the kinds of things I should be a part of. Though as I scroll through the spreadsheet, I have to admit; it looks good. Really good, actually. Good enough to give us that leap I was talking about.