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We’re silent for a moment, and I think he’s fallen asleep again. Then I feel it—his fingertips trailing up my thigh, moving higher.

“So we have an hour until you have to be at work?” he asks suggestively.

“Uh-huh.”

My body heats as his fingers trail higher. Last night was incredible, and even though I’m a little sore, I’m more than ready for another round.

Luca kisses me as he knees my legs apart and settles over me.

“Morning,” he mumbles against my lips.

I grin. “Morning.”

His dick nudges my opening, and I look up at him, taking in his handsome features, his dark brown hair, full lips, and the heated look in his blue eyes.

“Luca,” I whisper, our eyes locked as he sinks inside me.

My pussy clenches around his cock, making his jaw pop.

“You feel so good,” I moan.

He curses under his breath and starts to move. His pace is languid and lazy, as if he’s savoring me and this moment between us. His mouth moves over mine, his hands molding my curves as we rock together.

Soon, that delicious pressure builds inside me, and I know I’m close to coming. I rock my hips against him harder and faster as we strain to reach our peaks.

“Luca!” I gasp, my nails digging into his arms as I fall over the edge.

“Fuck,” he chokes a second later as he reaches his peak.

I tug him down to me and kiss him, sighing when we pull away, and he collapses next to me on the bed.

“I need to get ready,” I murmur.

“I should head home and finish unpacking.”

Luca kisses me one more time, and we both climb out of bed. He pulls on his clothes, and I walk him to the door.

“Dinner tonight?” he asks. “I can grab food or pick you up.”

“Why don’t you grab a pizza or something?” I suggest.

He smiles. “You got it.”

He kisses me goodbye, and I wave before I close the door and head to the bathroom for a shower. I throw on clothes and start the coffeemaker. When I sit at my desk, I’m still not awake, and every part of me wishes I was back in bed with Luca.

I mean, I’ve never been great at mornings, but today feels like a cruel joke.

With a resigned sigh, I start my computer and see what’s waiting for me. I blink at my laptop screen, rereading the email for the fifth time as if that will somehow change the words.

Due to company restructuring and cost reduction efforts, your position will be eliminated effective immediately.

My stomach drops. My heart races. My throat tightens.

I reread it. Still there. Still true. Still happening.

I’ve been laid off.

Numbness settles over me as I slump in my chair. My job. The one stable thing I’ve had since aging out of foster care is gone. Just like that.