My Italian Billionaire: A BWWM Italian Billionaire Romance Read Free Page A

have women hanging all over him all the time so why was he here with her? Yeah, the stains in her shirt would be hard to get out, but the shirt wasn't worth much. She'd bought it off the clearance rack.
    "Why wouldn't the waitress be the one in jeopardy of losing her job?" he asked.
    "Because she's sleeping with our boss." Megan winced and glared at her ice cream. Suddenly, it didn't taste as delicious as the first few bites.
    "No offense, but your boss sounds like a moron."
    She giggled. "You have no idea. He doesn't have a clear business sense at all. I don't know how he became the owner in the first place."
    "Or how the place hasn't gone under." He polished off the last of his cone.
    Their time together was drawing to an end, and suddenly, she wished that wasn't the case. Despite being so hot, Lucca was surprisingly easy to talk to.
    The last few bites of hers tasted bittersweet, and she crossed her arms. "Well, I guess that's that."
    "Did you walk?"
    Megan nodded.
    "May I… Can I walk you home?"
    "Oh, no, that's not necessary."
    "Oh, but it is." His piercing eyes stared deeply into hers. "It wouldn't be fair to the rest of the world if I allowed you to plow into another unsuspecting coffee lover."
    Another giggle erupted out of her. "Those poor wasted coffee beans. I guess you're right."
    She waved to her cousin, but Derrick was too busy to see it. They left the eatery, walking close but not too close. A few other passersby glanced their way. Wonder if they think I don't belong with the likes of him. Well, too bad. She was walking beside a fine-looking white man—Italian if she had to guess by his classic beauty, that nose a dead giveaway—and that was that.
    They climbed the steps to her apartment, and she stopped in front of 301. She opened her mouth to say that this was her place, but what came out was, "Would you like to come in?"

Chapter Four: Dessert
     
    Megan bit her lower lip as Lucca's eyes darkened. His lips curled into an easy smile. "You're trembling." He brought up his hand, the back of his fingers caressing her cheek.
    She closed her eyes at the tender touch. "No, I'm not," she protested.
    "I think you're protesting too much."
    Her eyes flew open in time to see his face nearing, his lips puckered. Her heart hammered in her chest. He kissed her one cheek then the other, and she wished for another one, and many more.
    "Are you sure you want to invite me in?" he asked, his voice low and husky, dripping with desire.
    She could smell vanilla on his breath, and she wanted to taste his mouth, his lips, and his tongue. Would it be cool from the ice cream yet? Or would it be as hot as he was?
    "Is there a reason why I shouldn't invite you in?" she countered, giving him a sly smile.
    He backed away suddenly, and her heart sank. What a tease.
    "I… I should…”
    She turned to unlock her door and glanced sideways at him. His head was down as he retreated another step. Her gaze lowered to his pants, and his bulge. A nice solid firmness pressing against his pants. Oh yeah, he wasn't going to leave.
    Key in hand but not the lock, she twisted around to face him. "You worried about taking my maidenhood?" she joked.
    "Maidenhood?" His head jerked up, and the crease across the bulge of his pants tightened even more.
    "You know." Megan couldn't believe what she was doing, but here she was, sauntering over to him, hips swaying. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down. In his ear, she whispered, "Don't worry. I'm not a virgin."
    Then she pulled away, regaining her good sense and wondering what the hell had possessed her to act like a tramp. Although it had felt so empowering to grab him, to hold him… If only he wasn't wearing any clothes… If only she wasn't either…
    His arm snaked around her, slamming her into his chest. His lips sought hers, and it was both cold and hot, too much to handle and yet not enough. She wanted more, so much more, and she knew he could deliver.
    His tongue invaded her