Luke watches me come, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He releases my wrists. I’m still reeling from my orgasm when he plunges his head between my legs.
His tongue runs up my seam, ending at my hard clit. It swirls around my sensitive bud, and the pressure is back inside me. Even though he just made me come so hard I barely knew my own name, I need more of him. I’m not even close to satisfied.
Luke puts his whole mouth over me like he’s sucking on a ripe peach.
It feels like heaven. I tangle my fingers through his hair and pull him closer to me, urging him on. Pleasure rockets through me. His every touch feels so intense after the slow burn he forced me to endure. Nothing has ever felt this good.
Until he slides his thick finger inside me. I almost shatter into a million pieces. His mouth still works my clit while his finger caresses my silky folds. It’s a potent combination.
And the fact that it’s Luke doing this makes it all the more exhilarating. Less than twenty-four hours ago, we were just boss and assistant. Now, I don’t know what we are. Although, to be honest, Luke still feels like the boss with how completely he controls me and my body.
Pleasure spirals up inside me, making me dizzy, removing all rational thought from my brain. My whole world narrows down to the sensations Luke awakens between my legs. He pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and then I go hurtling off into space.
A wave of ecstasy washes over me. A low, animal moan escapes my throat, and my body quakes from the feeling. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is ride the wave as it sweeps me away.
I collapse on the mattress. My heart beats too fast, and I can’t catch my breath. “Holy shit,” I manage to say. “Holy. Shit.”
Luke now stands by the bed, watching me. I can’t help but notice the hard length of him jutting from his body. Apparently, I’m not the only one who enjoyed that performance.
He grins at me. “It’s not over yet.” Luke presses his body over mine. The thick head of his cock nestles against my throbbing pussy. He slides against me, putting delicious pressure on my pussy, but avoiding my clit, which is still throbbing and incredibly sensitive.
I shift my hips up into him, hungry to feel him.
Luke leans down to kiss me, long and deep.
I moan into his mouth, savoring the connection between us.
Then he plunges his cock inside of me.
My head presses back against the bed, and I groan at the feeling of him filling up the empty ache between my legs.
He starts slow, working into me with long, smooth strokes.
I feel every hard ridge of his cock inside me. Even after coming twice, this feels amazing. It’s different. He’s hitting new parts of me and awakening new sensations. My breathing is ragged. Every thrust of his cock elicits a moan from my lips.
Luke smothers those moans with a kiss. His hands find mine on the bed, and his fingers intertwine with mine.
I gaze up at him, and his sapphire eyes lock on me. It’s like we’re joined physically in every possible way. There’s a deeper intimacy to it. It’s a feeling I can’t explain, but I feel it in the marrow of my bones.
He pounds into me with a steady, maddening rhythm. Intense pleasure builds inside me with every stroke of his amazing cock. A raging torrent floods through my veins as my hips buck beneath him, meeting his every thrust, letting him bury himself deeper and deeper inside me. I feel my control slip away. I can’t hold back.
Pleasure sizzles through me like a bolt of lightning. I scream his name as I come. My body clenches around him. His hips jerk one final time, and he spasms inside me, filling me with his hot cream.
Everything else in the world falls away in that moment. It’s just the two of us, joined together in ecstasy.
Luke rolls off of me and sweeps me into his arms. I rest my sweaty head against his masculine chest. I hear the rapid pounding of his heartbeat. It matches my own. We lie like that for a long time, not saying anything. Just lost in this perfect moment.
I wake up at dawn. Luke lies next to me in bed. The sheet has shifted right down to his hips and in the blue light from the alarm clock, his naked skin looks like marble. He looks so peaceful lying there, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I lift my head and study his face. His features are serene, his eyelashes are thick and luxurious against his cheek.
God, how can any man be so splendid?
In that moment, something becomes crystal clear: I’m falling hard for Luke Remington. The reality of him is totally better than any of the fantasies and dreams I had about him. And the more time we spend together, the more infatuated I’m becoming. Every smoldering look he sends my way, and every lingering kiss just makes me fall deeper and deeper in love.
Who can blame me?
He is literally everything a woman could ever want in a man. Gorgeous, successful, powerful, rich, amazing in bed. But more than any of that, he’s actually got a tender, sweet side to him that he doesn’t usually show. He’s perfect.
Okay, he does have some faults. He’s possessive, jealous, and domineering, but funny thing is, I actually like those things about him. I like that he takes total control of our relationship. That he wants me so badly, he can’t stand to see another man flirt with me. It’s like the pull of a drug thinking that he wants me.
When he could have almost any woman in the world. Every single woman he’s dated has been a knockout beauty. I mean, perfect tens. They are the kind of women featured in magazines. The kind of women who are so physically perfect, you hate them just for existing. He never dated them for long though. Most of them, he went out with once, and that was it.
I’m a far cry from those perfect women. I look in the mirror and I see imperfections galore. If even perfect wasn’t good enough to keep him interested long term, how full of myself would I have to be to think I could be the woman to change him?
No, I’m not insane. I recognize that things between us won’t last once we get back home. Luke will want to make things professional again, probably citing his rule about not dating the women he works with. I’m not even sure I’ll still have a job when I get home, much less, him.
The only way to keep from getting my heart torn to ribbons when this inevitably blows up in my face is to keep reminding myself in the days to come that no matter how much I want it, all of this is temporary. What we have is just a fun indulgence for him while he’s out of the country and away from his real life. This trip isn’t supposed to be a vacation, it just feels like a vacation kind of romance. Something that burns hot and bright, but then fades almost as quickly as it began.
So what if Luke and I are temporary?
I’ll make the most of the little time we do have together. If nothing else, this trip will be a cherished memory in my old age. A memory of that wild and wonderful week in Thailand when I was young, carefree and in love with the most amazing man on earth.
That alone should make this relationship worth it.
I curl up against Luke. My body melds against his, and I savor the warm feeling of his skin. Just being close to him banishes my troubled thoughts. This is real. This right now, being in bed with Luke, cuddling up against him, and feeling the soreness between my legs from what we did last night. This is happening. While his skin is against mine like this, I can pretend that it’s not going to completely devastate me when this is over.
All my fears about tomorrow are just fears. I’ll deal with them tomorrow. I am here right now next to Luke.
No matter what the future holds, I won’t let it ruin the present.
I close my eyes and listen to his heart beating as I fall back asleep.
When I wake again, Luke is walking out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water glistens on his skin, and my chest aches at the sight of how handsome he looks.
“I could get used to waking up like this,” I comment.
Luke leans over the bed and kisses me. His skin is warm from the shower, and I breathe in the clean scent of
him like a drug. I moan into his mouth.
He pulls away from me with a sigh. “No more of that, or we’ll never leave the room today.”
I stretch on the bed, letting the sheet slip down to reveal my breasts. “And what’s wrong with that?”
He grins and shakes his head. “You did that on purpose.”
I shoot him a sultry smile. “So what if I did? Are you going to come back over here and punish me?”
He groans at my words. It sounds like a low rumble in his chest, like the sound of distant thunder before a storm. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“Why don’t you show me?” I ask.
His hands grip the edge of the towel, and it drops to the floor. He’s naked, and his cock hardens under my gaze.
I lick my lips. I’m fascinated to see the physical effect I have on him.
I roll over to the edge of the bed nearest to him. My hand reaches out to slide along his shaft, coaxing it fully to life. Then I grip his length and gently pull him toward me. The moment he’s close enough, I dip my head down and plunge him into my mouth.
I might not know what the future holds, but I know that at least for today, he’s all mine.
And now he knows it, too.
Chapter 15
Luke
I leave the suite with a spring in my step, feeling like the king of the fucking world. How can I not, after Jade’s surprise blow job? It was a hell of a way to start the day. Although, just waking up next to her was pretty great, too.
I don’t like sleeping with women. It sends the wrong message. Creates an illusion of closeness for them and fuels expectation. It bit of being cruel to be kind. I fuck them and send them on their way as soon as possible. Most of the time, I don’t even bring them back to my place. Hotel rooms are easier. If they don’t know where I live, then there’s no risk of them showing back up in my life unexpectedly. There’s no putting a price on peace of mind.
But I just can’t seem pull myself away from Jade’s body. Our rooms are separated by only a lounge so it’s not even like it would be any trouble to part ways. The first night, we were drunk off our asses, so that night doesn’t count, but last night…I was fucking stone-cold sober.
And we were in Jade’s bed as well. I could have slipped away to my own room at any point without it being weird. So, why didn’t I?
Jade continues to surprise me, and not just with morning blow jobs. I’ve broken two of my rules for her. I never fuck the women I work with, and I never sleep with women I fuck. But this is the second night of mind-blowing sex I’ve had with my assistant.
It doesn’t bother me that I’ve broken the rules for her, and the fact that it doesn’t bother me is a surprise, too. Jade is different somehow. She’s worth it. My mind wanders back to last night and the amazing sex we had. I can’t stop thinking about it. God, she is something else. She really knows what she’s doing. She comes off innocent, like she doesn’t have a clue, but the fact is she’s got a fantastic body, and she knows how to move it in just the right way to drive me out of my mind.
I freeze in the act of knotting my tie and stare at my own reflection.
Jesus, am I getting serious about this girl?
I frown. I mean, I feel like a brand new me, and when she isn’t around, I can’t stop thinking about her. And I cannot bear the idea of any other man even looking at her. Is this it? Is this love? Hell, I don’t even know how she really feels about me. Maybe I should take her out on a real date and explore how she feels about me.
I slip my wallet into my trouser pocket, and cross the lounge to knock on her suite door. Suddenly, the anticipation of what I’m about to ask her sweeps over my body. It’s an odd feeling. Clammy hands, shortness of breath. I feel nervous, which is another first for me. I never feel nervous when asking women out. It’s second nature to me. Like buttoning a shirt. What is wrong with me? Maybe, I’m coming down with something.
Jade opens the door in her bathrobe. “I can still taste you,” she says, and licks her perfect, plump lips.
“Do you know what happens to little girls who tweak the tiger’s tail?”
She shakes her head, her eyes big and solemn. “What?”
“They get taken out,” I reply.
Her gorgeous hazel eyes sparkle like the ocean waters, and I feel as if I am drowning. “Like on a date?”
She’s teasing me, and it’s cute, but I don’t think she realizes how serious I am about this. “Yeah, like on a date.”
“Like a date, date?” She repeats, her eyes widening.
“Yes, although I’m not really sure what other kinds of dates there are. You could—”
She grabs my face. “Stop talking,” she mutters and kisses me deeply.
It causes my cock to twitch, even though I just got a blow job. “So that’s a yes?”
“Well, I’ll think about it,” she says with a shrug, and takes a step away from me.
I grab her arm and pull her toward me, making her body slam into mine. We stare into each other’s eyes. It’s driving me crazy that she just won’t say yes. But it’s making me want her more. “I’m serious,” I state firmly. “Will you?”
“Okay,” she answers nonchalantly. “What time?”
“Seven.”
“If you aren’t here at seven, I’ll be at the hotel bar drinking myself to death because you stood me up.”
“Oh, yes,” I say with a laugh. “I’ll be here. 6:55.”
“You do realize you just jinxed yourself, right? Now you will be late.” She laughs.
I realize how much I really love the sound of her laugh. It’s almost contagious. Just like her gorgeous smile. “I’ll be here. I promise.”
I spend the rest of the day thinking about our date. It consumes me. My stomach is churning, and I’m beginning to think that I might have picked up some bug when it finally hits me that it’s nerves. I’m not accustomed to this feeling, which is why it took me so long to identify it.
I’ve never been this nervous before in my life. Not even for my first date. I guess it’s because I’ve never really given a shit about a girl before. I want everything to go well with Jade, and I’m worried I might fuck it up somehow.
I’m outside her door by 6:40. Which makes me fifteen minutes early for our date, but I’m too eager to wait any longer. I knock and she answers.
“Now you’re too early,” she scolds, smiling that dazzling smile at me. Most of the hair on the left side of her head isn’t curled. Shit, I am too early. But she still looks gorgeous. “Sorry, I’ll get a drink and wait out here.”
“No, no. Get your drink, but come in and talk to me while I’m getting ready.” She waves me inside.
I pour myself a whiskey. The anxiety buzzing in me is at an all-time high, and I can’t seem to calm my jackrabbiting heart either. My jangled nerves are unusual, but I guess this whole situation is unusual for me. Jade has done the one thing no other woman ever has. She makes me give a damn.
When I go back into her room, she has already curled the other half of her hair. I sit on the couch and watch her in the mirror as she puts on her makeup.
“Did you get the email I sent you about Roberton and Payne?”
“Uh…huh.” I’ve never watched a woman paint her face. Quite fascinating the trouble they go to. Still, the effect is stunning.
She paints her lips last. Fire-engine red. She smiles slowly at me. “Now I’ve just got to slip into my stockings.”
My eyebrows rise.
She stands and lifts her foot up to the padded stool she was sitting on and rests the tips of her toes on it. Then she gathers her stocking into a bunch and begins to slip it over her toes. Loads of women have given me strip shows, but no one told me watching a woman get into her stockings could be so damn sexy.
Hell, it’s almost an art.
By the time she pulls the nude gossamer fabric past her calf and it reaches her thigh, all of it being done through the gap in the front of her bathrobe, I am rock hard. I take
a big gulp of my drink and try not to look so hypnotized.
From underneath her bathrobe she finds the clip of the suspender belt and expertly attaches it to the stockings. When she lifts the other leg to repeat the procedure her action parts the robe and I see her pussy covered in white satin. I walk over to her and rip the bathrobe off her body.
My eyes greedily devour her breasts in her white lacy half-cup bra, before I push her back down on the padded seat.
“We’ll be late,” she protests.
I don’t even bother to answer as I fall to my knees. While looking into her eyes, I take the stocking from her hand. Grabbing her foot, I copy her action and slowly pull the thin material up her smooth leg. The clasp is a bit fiddly for my big fingers, so she pushes aside my hand and fixes the straps herself. I grab both her ankles and open her legs wide. The crotch of her panties are soaked.
“Hold your legs open,” I order.
“Luke,” she cries, but she obeys my instruction and keeps her legs wide apart for me.
I push aside the silky material and look at her pussy. I watch her dripping for me. And it is fucking beautiful. I slide two fingers into her wet core.
“Oh, God,” she groans. “Don’t, Luke.”
I place her stockinged feet on my shoulders and burying my head between her legs, licking her juicy fruit.
She stops protesting and claws her fingers into my hair instead.
I don’t lift my head again until she has climaxed into my mouth and I have licked her clean.
“There,” I state with satisfaction. “Now you’re ready to put on your dress.
Her chest heaves. “I’m never getting dressed in front of you again. You’re an animal.”
She has no idea. What I really want to do is throw her on the bed, turn her meticulously curled hair into a tangled mess and have her lipstick all over my cock. “Hurry up, or you’ll really see what an animal I am.” I slap her open pussy and she snaps her legs shut. I stand and walk back to the couch. I have such a hard-on I can’t watch her get dressed anymore. I go outside to the lounge and refill my glass. I hear a sound and turn around.
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