Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother
He reached down, his hand finding the hem of my panties, his fingers sliding beneath the lace with a slow, deliberate intent.
"I'm here, Sophie," he said, his voice perfectly steady, his eyes never leaving my face.
"Oh, thank goodness! I’ve been looking at the mock-ups for the floral arrangements for the June gala. I can’t decide between the white lilies or the orchids. The lilies are more traditional, but the orchids feel... more us, don't you think?"
I gasped, a small, choked sound that I barely managed to swallow. Luca’s fingers were moving now—rhythmic, relentless, and devastating. He was watching my reaction, his thumb grazing my clitoris with a precision that made the world blur at the
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