Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 121

Sunlight spilled in through the curtains as Sutton opened her eyes. It was so bright she knew it had to be late in the morning… the kind of brightness that pressed behind her eyelids and made the world feel slow and still.

Her body ached in places she hadn’t felt in months, the kind of delicious soreness that came from being truly claimed. She stirred beneath the blanket. Her body still ached, and one arm rested over her forehead, the other dragging the sheet up higher as she blinked a few times.

And then she felt him. Her arm brushed his side. She turned her head toward him.

Luca was watching her.

He was sat against the headboard, one leg bent beneath the blanket, the other stretched long beside her. He was naked from the waist up likely entirely naked, knowing Luca. Luca never wore anything to bed.

He lifted his hand and traced slow, absent–minded patterns along the curve of her hip beneath the sheets.

“Have you been awake for a while?” she murmured, voice scratchy with sleep.

He didn’t deny it. “You looked peaceful,” he said simply.

She nodded, blinking away the last of the haze. She shifted again, the sheet slipping lower, and his hand moved up, brushing the underside of her breast with gentle reverence.

His touch was featherlight.

“You didn’t leave,” he said quietly. “I thought I would wake up this morning and you’d be gone.”

“I was unconscious,” she countered, voice dry. “Didn’t have the energy to go anywhere.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Because he remembered what they had been doing. And why she was wrecked.

She reached up and touched his cheek, thumb dragging slowly over the stubble there. “We have them. They can’t do anything now.”

That simple touch was all it took.

He leaned down slowly, cautiously, like testing the moment, and kissed her.

It wasn’t demanding. It wasn’t full of heat and hunger like the night before. It was soft. Lingering. His mouth moved against hers like he was still asking permission.

She gave it.

She hadn’t brushed her teeth, but he didn’t seem to care.

Her lips parted, and he deepened the kiss. His hand came up to cup her jaw, thumb sliding behind her ear. Sutton shifted closer, her thigh brushing his, her hand sliding up his chest. He was warm. Solid. Real. Her palm flattened against him, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath smooth, sun–warmed skin

He moved, shifting beside her, his weight easing onto one elbow. Her hand slipped around the back of his neck and pulled him down with her as she lay back on the bed. He followed easily, the other hand pushing the sheet down to reveal the soft, full curve of her belly.

He paused there, just looking.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, voice rough.

flushed, but didn’t look away. “You’re just saying that because you want to

I was getting laid, remember? It’s not just skin

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but a smile tugged at her lips

her stomach, warm and large. She covered it with hers, threading their fingers together. They

hand moved again, sliding up, tracing the swell of her breast, cupping her gently. He ran his thumb

“So different,” he murmured.

softly, her eyes

her breasts, the curve of her ribcage, the

breath catching when his stubble scraped the sensitive skin below her

spread over her thighs, thumbs rubbing slow,

“You okay?” he murmured.

Just…”

slowly, reverently, kissing his way across her skin like a man making

damp, the evidence of how badly her body remembered him glistening between her

felt raw. Open.

watching her. His hands held her hips. His

“Still sore?”

she

of her thigh. “Tell me if I need

loved her scent. She wasn’t surprised he was going down

mouth was on

slowly, almost lazily. His tongue moved in long, deliberate strokes up her center, parting her folds, drawing slick heat

twitching, one hand reaching down to grip the sheet

“Luca,” she breathed.

mouth latched onto her clit, tongue moving in slow, purposeful circles, then soft flicks. Her legs trembled. Her hand found his hair, fingers tightening

sound, the vibration/made her

he did it

lifted off the bed, instinctively seeking more, but his strong arms kept her still. His hands slid beneath her thighs, tilting her hips upward,

He devoured her.

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her fall apart

needed him.

again and again until she was trembling, her thighs clamping around his head,

was close.

And Luca knew it.

hover, then sucked softly, gently, making her come apart with a loud cry

came hard, gasping his name, her thighs shaking, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He kept his mouth on her through the

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