Reina turned and walked out the door.
Chapter Seventeen
“Those fuckers in Baton Rouge are probably wishing they’d never heard of La Cosa Nostra.” Dominic leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. He grinned, but there was still a tightness to it. Roman was sitting in the chair across from Dom’s desk, and Lukas was sprawled out on the couch at the side of the room.
The last few days, the Baton Rouge gang issue had taken way too much of his time. This was the third day he was going on having not seen Reina, their longest time apart since she’d showed up at Deeper Threat over a month ago.
He fucking missed her. Missed the sex, sure. Missed her hot little mouth wrapping around his cock first thing in the morning when he was hardly awake. Missed proving to her—over and over—that she could in fact come from oral sex. Missed the way he could only tie her up and fuck her in the ass when they were at his place because of the soundproofing. Otherwise at her apartment the neighbors would—and had—called the cops.
But making her scream his name until she was literally hoarse had become one of his favorite pastimes.
But it wasn’t just the sex. He missed Reina. Missed her laugh. Missed the way she loved to race as they did Sudoku puzzles, although admittedly that usually just ended up causing more sex. Missed her take on politics. Missed watching movies on the TV with her, trying not to let him see her cry at any sad parts. Missed that giant brain of hers that always had a million things going on in it.
There was something going on with work for her, he knew. He’d asked about it when he’d seen shadows of stress cross over her face sometimes, but she hadn’t wanted to talk about it, so he hadn’t pushed. After all, he didn’t talk much about his work either.
There might be parts of their lives they never shared openly with each other. Hell, maybe she had to sign nondisclosure agreements for some of the work she did for companies. He understood and had no problem with it.
“That strike against the Baton Rogue gang ought to keep them out of play for a long time. Hopefully permanently,” Roman agreed.
They had hit the gang hard when the punks had attempted to rob a third shipment. No deaths, but a couple gang leaders would be recuperating in a hospital for quite some time.
More importantly, an understanding that if you fucked with the Rinaldi family, you were going to get fucked in return. Much harder.
“Good, because I’m tired of dealing with this,” Lukas said. “I’ve got better things to do.”
Dominic’s eyebrow raised. “Like Reina Torres?”
“Uh, hell yeah.” Lukas broke out into a grin.
Roman rolled his eyes. “You’ve been holed up with her for over a month. That’s got to be some kind of record for you.”
He tried to wipe the smile off his face but couldn’t. “I don’t know what to say. I’m not even interested in playing with someone else. Hell, I don’t think I’m ever going to be.”
He saw his brothers give each other little smirks, but Lukas didn’t care.
Dominic shrugged. “I thought maybe you weren’t that into Reina when you took Alisha Meadows to the gala on Thursday.”
Lukas grimaced. “That was only because of this shit going down with Baton Rouge. I knew that would get press coverage, and I didn’t want anyone to know Reina and I are an item. Didn’t want to take a chance on making her a target.”
Alisha was a family friend and business associate, nothing else. Moreover, she was someone well-versed in the potential dangers of associating with the Rinaldi family. She had her own security team that would not be caught unawares by any sort of attack.
But Alisha had been a mistake. Despite her pleasant company, the entire night Lukas had just wished it was Reina by his side.
“Well, with Baton Rouge handled, you can probably take your woman out on a proper date now.”
Lukas opened one eye and found both his brothers watching him, undoubtedly to see if he would protest the use of the phrase his woman when it came to Reina.
Nope.
Because that was exactly what she was.
And yes, he would be taking her out on a date as soon as he fucked her four or five times to make up for the missing last three days.
“I’ll be damned,” Roman muttered. “Never thought he’d end up falling for a neighborhood girl. A quiet little brainiac at that.”
Lukas couldn’t help but grin even bigger. “Believe me, she’s not that quiet.”
Dominic chuckled and rolled his eyes. “If you’re going to go public with her, you need to see about getting a protection detail on her. Once anyone suspects you might be together…”
“Trust me, there will be no doubt we’re together. And as soon as possible, I’ll be talking her into moving into my condo. Permanently.”
“You sure about that, brother?” Roman asked. “It’s a little quick.”
Lukas didn’t take offense, just rolled his eyes. “I don’t recall giving you shit about moving a certain little kindergarten teacher in with you after just a few weeks. And if memory serves…”—Lukas tilted his head and tapped his finger against his lips—“oh yeah, that’s right, you were accepting her favors as payment for a debt. At least I know Reina’s not using me for anything.”
Roman flipped him off. “You better shut the hell up about my wife.”
“Or what? You going to kick my ass?”
Roman snorted. “Hell, no. I’ll just tell Sarah what you said.”
Lukas could feel color leaching out of his face. “You fucker. You wouldn’t dare.”
Sarah would cry. Nobody could stand to see sweet little Sarah cry. Especially right now when she was eight months pregnant and so miserable.
Lukas turned to Dominic. “Sarah is the best thing that ever happened to Dickwad.” He pointed a thumb at Roman. “I celebrate the day she came into his life. And while I’m at it, Cassandra is the best thing that ever happened to you. You’re my witness that I said those things. Okay?” He turned to Roman, glaring. “Don’t you dare tell Sarah I said something mean.”
Roman studied his fingernails. “I’ll think about it.”
Dominic smiled. “Look, I’m glad about Reina. She’s a sweet girl. And before we lose you completely as you follow your dick straight over to her honeypot, I just wanted to make you aware of an… anomaly in our computer system. Hell, I’m not sure what else to call it but that.”
“What’s going on?” Lukas asked.
“It looks like some sort of program is filtering out money, but it’s pretty convoluted, so we’re not sure yet.”
Roman sat up straighter. “Someone is stealing from us?”
Dominic held up a hand. “If they are it’s not very much, and it’s not just us. I’m not even sure that’s what is happening. I just wanted to bring it up.”
“I thought we were unhackable,” Roman said. “That’s why our business system is in a completely separate server room from everything else and not remotely accessible.”
Dominic nodded. “Yes. It wasn’t a remote breach. That’s why the man I have on it is calling it an anomaly, because in order for a breach like this to happen, the person would’ve had to be on site in our server room in Deeper Threat. Our guy thinks it’s probably some bug inside the system. We’ll find it and work it out.”
Lukas stood. “Good. Keep me posted. I’m out of here.” He turned back to waggle his eyebrows at them from the door. “I’ve got some honey that needs eating.”
Chapter Eighteen
As he sat in his car in Dominic’s driveway, Lukas sent a text telling Reina he wanted to see her. Right now.
Her response made him more than happy.
Your place or mine?
He was quick to respond.
Since I plan to make up for three days of not being able to fuck you, better make it mine. Meet me in the lobby of my condo in thirty minutes wearing nothing but a short trench coat and heels.
What if I don’t own a trench coat?
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nbsp; His grin was evil.
Then I guess you’ll have to get punished. See you in half an hour.
As he started his car, he wasn’t sure if he was hoping more that she did own a trench coat or she didn’t.
Either way, he just wanted to see her again. Kiss her. Hold her.
And who was he kidding? Fuck her until she was raw.
Thirty minutes later, he made his way into the lobby and found Reina there, talking to Bruno, part of the Rinaldi security team who also seconded as a doorman. The gruff older man looked enthralled by whatever story Reina was telling him.
Lukas knew the feeling well.
When she saw Lukas, she stopped talking and stepped around the corner of the lobby counter allowing him to get his first full view of her.
Evidently, she did own a trench coat. A very short one that barely came to mid-thigh.
He almost swallowed his tongue. He gave a motion with his finger for her to spin around. She did. The coat barely covered her ass. If he had her lean forward just the slightest bit…
He struggled to remember that there were other people—families, for God’s sake—who lived in this building and could come through the lobby at any moment.
Jesus Christ, those legs.
Her feet were encased in black stiletto heels with tiny little ankle straps. And those legs just kept going and going before finally disappearing into the coat that was buttoned and cinched around her waist.
He crossed the rest of the way to her, still unable to remove his eyes from her legs. He wrapped his arm around her waist, careful not to hike up her coat any further, and kissed her on the cheek before moving his lips to her ears. “You’re going to get so fucked.”
He heard her intake of breath before he took her hand and began walking towards the elevator, gait long enough to force her to take rapid steps to keep up with him.
“Bruno,” he called out over his shoulder. “The elevator has been messing up lately. Getting stuck, but then a few minutes later it works properly. If that happens again right now, just disable the alarm. I’m sure everything will be fine.”
“Will do, sir.”
Lukas pressed the button then pulled Reina in front of him, blocking any view of her body with his own. He reached around her and untied the knot at her waist and began unbuttoning her coat as they waited for the elevator.
“What if someone is in there?”
Given the time it was taking to get to the lobby, there probably was. He just kept unbuttoning until her coat was gaping open. Just like he’d instructed, she was completely naked underneath. He dipped his fingers between her legs, running them up and down her slit.
“You’re already wet, princess.”
“Lukas…”
He could hear the concern in her voice, but she didn’t pull away. They both looked up as the display over the elevator began to show the floor numbers. It was on its way down.
8—7—6
Reina gasped as he thrust his fingers inside her. Deep. Hard.
The coat was hanging on the outside of her generous breasts, her entire body on display for whoever exited that elevator door.
5—4—3
“Lukas…”
“You will stay where you are.” His fingers continued working in and out of her “If I want to expose you, leave you naked for everyone to see, you will accept that.”
She gushed around his fingers, her head falling back against his shoulder. He chuckled.
“You dirty girl. So fucking sexy.”
2—1
He felt her tense as the bell chimed. Right at the last second as the doors slid open, he pulled her coat so it was no longer gaping.
It wasn’t completely closed, and if someone was studying her they would certainly notice, but the older couple exiting the elevator were too deep in conversation with each other—about where they were going for dinner—to even notice. The man gave Lukas a small nod as they walked on by.
As soon as they passed, he pushed her into the elevator. The door was not even fully closed before Reina’s coat was open again as he spun her and pushed her back into the corner. Once they’d gone up a couple floors, he slammed his fist on the emergency stop button.
The alarm rang out for a moment, but true to his word, Bruno had it stopped just a few seconds later.
“Put your leg up on the railing.” He helped her lift her leg, bending the knee and placing that high heel up on the metal bar.
The action left her pussy obscenely stretched and exposed.
“Oh, fuck yes.” He dropped on his knees in front of her and then glanced up at her. “Remember when I said you would someday beg for me to fuck you with my tongue and you didn’t believe me?” He leaned closer, breathing in the sweet scent of her. He would never get tired of that.
“I believe you now,” she whispered. “Please Lukas, fuck me with your tongue. I never even knew that sort of pleasure was possible until I had you.”
He moved closer, her fingers threading in his hair, but he didn’t use his tongue. Instead he rubbed his nose against her exposed clit. Reina’s body jerked back hard in the corner at the firm pressure against the already so sensitive bundle of nerves. She moaned loudly.
“No screaming in the elevator, Reina.” He ground his nose against her clit again. “People might think we’re in danger.”
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
He dipped two fingers deep inside her pussy, beginning to twirl his tongue around her clit.
“Better get these fingers of mine all wet, dirty girl, because they’re going in your ass, and this is all the lubrication you’ll get.”
She began working herself up and down on his fingers as best she could with one leg propped on the wall. He glanced up at her and found her head thrown back and eyes closed. He trailed his fingers back from her pussy to her ass, and using the other hand to spread her cheeks wide, fucked two fingers hard all the way up her ass right as his tongue flicked rapidly against her clit. Reina keened, buckling back against the corner, sobbing.
Lukas ate her like he was a starving man, lapping her from front to back, working his tongue deep inside her as his fingers moved in and out of her ass, as she came all over his face. Her thighs were noticeably trembling by the time he slowed then finally stopped, stood, and helped her set her leg down.
He pressed the button to allow the elevator to start moving again. Her face was dazed, coat still hanging wide open.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He reached over and pulled her to his chest, then kissed her. A moment later the door opened at his penthouse.
“You can thank me properly by bending over my kitchen table, coat still on. I’m nowhere near done.”
He grabbed her by the back of the neck and led her directly there, bending her over. Her little coat rose up, giving him a tantalizing view of her ass.
“That little asshole is already good and stretched. I’m going to fuck you there. Grab the other end of the table.” He gave her a couple sharp spanks to get her scrambling, then reached into her pussy to gather her juices and place it on her back hole.
“How do you want it, princess?”
“Hard, Sir. Please fuck my ass, hard.”
“I am,” he whispered, staring down at the gorgeous sight she made. “And then I’m going to pull out, flip you over, and come all over those gorgeous tits of yours.”
He could feel her getting even more wet on his fingers. “You like the thought of that? Me coming on your breasts?”
She ground against his fingers. “Yes. God, yes. And on my face.”
“I think we can make that happen too. Very soon.”
He lined up his dick at her asshole and began sliding in. “Oh yeah, princess. I love fucking your ass. Reach back and hold your cheeks open so I can watch my cock slide inside you.”
She did, and it was so fucking sexy watching her do it. He told her so.
She groaned. “Feeling your giant cock inside me, Lukas. It hurts, but it’s so go
od, and I love it. Please take me hard.”
Her words clicked off something in his brain, and he did exactly like she asked. He slammed his cock inside her over and over again, hearing her sob and beg him to do it harder, faster. Her hands remained on her ass cheeks like he’d told her, holding herself open to him, even though it meant she had no control over the rest of her body as he slammed into her again and again.
When he could feel the tightening starting in his balls, he forced himself to stop and pull out, grabbing her hips and flipping her over. She bent her knees and grabbed them up by her chest, holding her legs sprawled open wide so he could lean over her and come all over her breasts, trailing cum up and down her chest.
They were both breathing hard as he collapsed beside her on top of the table, trying to recover.
Lukas was beginning to think no matter how long he took, there was no recovery from Reina.
Chapter Nineteen
Reina left Lukas’s softly snoring form in the bed and pulled on the gray t-shirt he’d been wearing when he’d met her down in the lobby.
She brought the hem up over her face and breathed his scent deep into her lungs. Good gravy, she had it bad if just the smell of him on a shirt could both turn her on and make her feel safe.
She padded from his bedroom out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Three days without him had seemed like forever, especially in light of the seeds Peter had planted. But after the hours they’d just shared—not just the sex, as mind blowing as it had been, but the talking and dinner Lukas had made and laughing together afterwards—she knew hanging on to feelings of doubt was absurd.
Lukas didn’t want to go out. Fine. But she refused to think it was because he didn’t want to go out with her. The man liked to keep his private time private. So did Reina.
Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, she filled it with cold water from the fridge and then walked over to look down at the French Quarter from Lukas’s window. The night was young—especially for New Orleans—and the city was still active. Reina opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony.
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