He saw her look of surprise and smiled, whispering in her ear. “It’s probably time to let the public know, don’t you think?”
“Well, in that case,” she said and grabbed his face to kiss him back. Then she whispered in his ear, “Time to let the public know that I’ll no longer be sharing you with any other redheads.”
“I was always yours, baby. My heart was always yours,” he said against her lips. He turned them to smile at the camera that was madly going off sounding like a machine gun. Then Luke took her hand and into the limo they went, with Kenneth beaming from ear to ear. “Kenneth, we’ll head to Janie’s to get a few things, then go to my place.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once inside the limo, Luke moved all the way in until he was practically on top of her. He put his arm around the back of her seat and leaned in to her ear. “I like it when you grab me and have your dirty girl way with me right there on the street, Janie Callahan.” He began kissing her neck while his hand moved to her breast, touching her over her coat.
“Yeah?” She closed her eyes and sank into the feeling of him pressed to her in all the right places. “See what you do to me, making me grab you in front of a photographer like that? Do they follow you all the time? How did that guy even know we were there?” she murmured, moving her neck for him to kiss more.
“Hm. Good question. Maybe you can use that dirty girl brain of yours and figure it out.” He was looking at her breasts appreciatively.
She stopped and looked at him. “You planned that?” she exclaimed, completely surprised and feeling exhilarated.
He wiggled his eyebrows, licking his chops and looking like he hadn’t just eaten a huge meal.
“Well,” she said huskily, “in addition to the street corner, your dirty girl would love to have her dirty girl way with you right here in the limo.” She removed his hand from her breast then moved to her knees before him on the open space between his legs.
“Shit,” he said, looking a little shocked and a whole lot aroused. “Baby,” he breathed out.
“Luke, unless you plan on talking some sweet dirty talk to your dulzura, I’m just going to expect you to shut up, lie back and let me finish what I started last night.” She moved his coat flaps out of the way and unzipped his slacks, moving fast before he could stop her. She knew she only had about fifteen minutes before they hit her place.
“You are the hottest, most fucking gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, do you know that?” His hands went to her hair. She looked up and licked her smiling lips.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since you stopped me last night.” Once he was unzipped and out of his boxer briefs, she took a long lick up his shaft. He was huge and beautiful, completely erect. “My hands are cold so I might need a little help,” she teased.
His eyes glittered as he held himself for her just as her mouth grasped at the tip then swallowed him whole.
He let out a huge whoosh of air. “Shit,” he said again. He gripped her hair even harder. “You going to fuck me with that dirty mouth of yours, dulzura? That sweet, delectable, feisty mouth?”
She looked up at him through her lashes and nodded, massaging her fingers into his thighs, then sucking him hard into her mouth. She let her lips pull all the way to the tip and then she nibbled there.
He gritted his teeth, trying to remain quiet and controlled. Even through his coat, she could see the quick rise and fall of his chest due to his excitement.
She continued to slowly torture him with her tongue, her lips, until she could tell he was on the verge of exploding. She released him with a soft pop and murmured around him, “I want to swallow all you have for me.” She gave him a pointed look before saying, “Come in my mouth, mi rey,” she whispered with a smile.
His look of surprise and shock at her use of the nickname ‘my king’ was immediately covered with an expression of lust so powerful, Janie almost came just watching him. She put her mouth around him one last time and tugged with her lips and tongue.
He exploded in her mouth only moments later and growled low and quiet through clenched teeth, obviously trying not to yell in the car. He was taking in air at an erratic pace, and once she had swallowed every last drop of him he hauled her up his body and went at her like an animal, kissing her voraciously.
“Are you trying to kill me? We just find each other and already you’re trying to get rid of me?” he said while inhaling her.
She giggled against his mouth. “You know me. When I know what I want, I go after it.”
He ground his forehead into hers. “Did you mean it?” he whispered.
“I’m pretty sure,” she joked, “since I just swallowed –”
He gripped her hair tighter, his eyes glittering. “You called me your king, Janie.”
She looked into his eyes sweetly then rubbed her nose into his. “Yes, Your Highness, I did call you my king,” she confirmed, a teasing smile on her lips. “You Spaniards and your nicknames,” she said with a roll of the eyes.
“Did you mean it?” He was still waiting. “Because you know what that means to me if you did mean it.”
“I do,” she nodded, knowing full well he wanted his ‘forever’ woman to see him as her king, and for him to see his woman as his queen. He’d yet to call her that.
“I’m hoping to hear those two words from you again, dulzura. Very soon.”
She was about to question him, especially on the small detail that he hadn’t even theoretically asked her to marry him yet, nor had he called her his ‘reina’ or ‘queen’. He stopped her before she could speak, his facial expression showing her that he already knew what she was going to ask.
“Patience.”
She looked at him, annoyed. “Don’t tease me, Luke.”
“I would never tease you about the most important thing in my life. You are the most important thing in my life. Be patient. I have a plan,” he said, his lips forming a grin.
She smirked, but couldn’t help but feel like she was floating. “Take me home.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Our new home,” she clarified.
He kissed her again and murmured, “I can’t wait to come home to you every day.”
“I’m countin’ on it, buster. Time to clean out a drawer,” she chuckled into his mouth.
He grinned and then she moved to her seat so he could fix himself. When they pulled up to her door, they went in for her to get some clothes and toiletries, then headed the short distance to his place.
When they arrived, Luke introduced her to the concierge, whom she remembered from a few nights before, in addition to security so he would know who she was. Then they took the elevator to the top floor which held his loft.
She’d been to his place only once before with Tiffany, and remembered how gorgeous it had been; tastefully decorated in neutral tones with splashes of color and beautiful art pieces. She remembered him having two master suites, a large living and kitchen area with a dining nook, and tall windows throughout.
He was quiet as they entered the loft and turned on some lights. She dumped her things at the door and he removed her coat. They both seemed to realize this was a momentous occasion and were silent as the weight of it hit both of them.
They walked the space hand in hand, still quiet, slowly perusing the various nooks and crannies. Janie was thrilled to see a little Christmas tree on a table top in the corner. A man who lived alone rarely went through the rigmarole of putting up a tree. Knowing he loved the holiday as much she did made her feel warm and happy. She wandered the floor, running her hand over the hand carved wood mantle she knew was made by Jem, which had been attached into the brick wall that encased the fireplace.
On it sat multiple family photos, all picturing her favorite people in the world. One in particular caught her eye. It was a group shot of all of the families at the opening of Jem’s art gallery, The M Gallery, from several years earlier before she’d lost her weight. She had only been 24 years old in the picture. Luke s
tood next to her in the photo and had his arm wrapped around her neck pulling her close, a bright smile on both of their faces.
She blinked back tears. The love she saw there was palpable and caused her to take a deep shaky breath. He walked up behind her and pulled her back into his chest, kissing the top of her head in the process. After a moment, she turned and kissed him softly, then continued her wanderings, peeking in closets, checking out the kitchen appliances, flopping on the sofa to check the squooshy-ness factor.
Then, smiling like the Cheshire cat, Luke took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
He hadn’t been kidding about the king size bed. The huge piece of furniture sat against the center of the far wall. Covered in a billowy looking cream comforter which looked like it had cost a fortune with its 1000 thread count, the bed beckoned Janie to jump on it. She couldn’t wait to do just that as she loved it. She was seriously looking forward to trying it out.
The walls were a mixture of exposed old rose colored brick along with others painted a deep Old World navy blue. Under her feet sat an enormous multicolored rug on the wood floor, tying all of the various shades of color together that were throughout the room. All of it seemed antiqued and wonderfully lived-in.
He stood against the door frame watching her quietly, a look of expectation on his face. She smiled enigmatically at him and walked into the bathroom. Roomy and cream white with pale slate blue paint on the walls and wooden floors, it held a tub, a shower stall, a large vanity and toilet. She could easily have fit two of her bathrooms inside of it.
She glanced back at him indicating she’d be heading into the walk-in closet which was attached to the back of the bathroom. He pushed off the bedroom door frame to follow her in. Upon entering the closet, she stopped at the archway and her hand flew to her mouth. She looked back at him, questions all over her face.
He watched her, waiting for her to say something.
She looked back into the closet.
He had cleaned out one half of it already. All of his things were neatly hung and stored on the left side as if they’d always been there, his shoes just so. In the center sat a huge chest of drawers, the left side closed, but the right side of drawers opened showing their emptiness. The right side of the closet hanging area, similarly, was completely bare.
And above the empty pole hanging against the wall, there was a handwritten sign. It said: Para Janie, mi reina.
Tears were streaming down her face as she read it. She didn’t need a translation. She knew what it said: For Janie, my queen. She covered her face with her hands, not able to stop the tears from rolling down her face.
His arms wrapped around her from behind a moment later, pulling her in to him. His lips kissed her temple and he said quietly, “I was here today doing this. I wasn’t in the office like you thought.” He nuzzled her temple again and murmured, “You see, my life was completely altered last night. I finally found mi reina and I didn’t even have to wait until Christmas to get her. So,” he paused meaningfully, “I had a few things to do before I could bring her home to her castle.”
She turned in his arms and clung to him, crying the happiest tears of her life. He held her, kissing her face over and over, brushing her hair away so he could nuzzle her more intimately.
Out of nowhere, she burst out, “I get newsfeed alerts every time you’re pictured or mentioned on the entertainment sites.” She sniffled into his shirt, crying some more. Then she pulled back a little to wipe at her nose.
He blinked down in surprise then started cracking up. “Why?” he asked while laughing hysterically.
“Because,” she hiccoughed, “it was how I kept track of how you were doing, what you were doing, so I could stay connected with you. And then I’d torture myself with the women you were always pictured with.”
She wiped at her eyes and couldn’t believe she’d admitted it to him, but there it was. She was his queen, after all.
Still finding it hilarious, he swooped her up into his arms and began walking. “So you’ve been stalking me, huh?”
She nodded and tucked her face into his neck, still hiccoughing.
“That’s how you knew about the picture of Vanessa outside the limo downstairs at the door?” She nodded against his neck. “And that’s how you knew about the picture of us kissing at the party before I’d even told you about it when I’d called to tell you?” He was chuckling and shaking his head. “I fuckin’ love you.”
“I signed up to get them during one of my weak moments, I admit. It was stupid.”
He put her down on the floor, then said with a smile, “I don’t think you’ll need them anymore baby, since from this point on you’ll always know how I’m doing, what I’m doing, and will already be completely connected to me in every way. Arms up.”
She did as he said and he began peeling her clothes off, one article at a time.
“I wish you hadn’t tortured yourself with pictures of me and other women. They were nothing. They meant nothing, Janie.” He kissed her softly and said, “Now. I want you naked, right here on my comfy chair,” he said, running his fingers over her breasts, once he’d removed her bra. “I love your body,” he said as an afterthought.
She felt a sensual chill pass through her at his compliment. His fingers were stirring her up and she reached up to touch his cheek. “I love how you touch my body.”
He gave her a heated look and once he’d stripped her completely, he said, “Sit for me.” She sat down on the oversized chair behind her. It was dark leather with a cream chenille throw along the back. The leather was cool but warmed almost immediately. He kneeled before her, licking his lips while enjoying the sight of her naked flesh. “Scoot back all the way.”
She did, getting more excited about what was to come. He looked her in the eye and lightly scratched his nails down her thighs. When he reached her knees, he tapped them. “Drape each leg over the arms of the chair,” he commanded in a whisper.
Her breathing kicked up, her nipples now tight buds and her nerve endings screaming.
“You did say you’d be happy to be taken up against any surface, I believe.”
She gave him a look then pushed her hands down on either side of her hips to push herself up, doing as he asked. When her legs were placed, she relaxed her weight and sank down slightly, her legs now completely spread open for him to see all of her. She could hear herself breathing.
The color was high on his cheekbones, his eyes were midnight blue, and his gaze was centered right between her legs. His tongue flicked out to touch his lips, and leaning forward, he wrapped his hands up under her thighs.
“Mi concha es tan hermosa,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving the core of her body. He inhaled deeply, then dropped a kiss on the top of her thigh.
She let out a breath, her legs open so wide. She would’ve felt self-conscious if it had been anyone other than Luke. There was nothing hidden from him. “What’s concha?”
He chuckled softly. “Say that again.”
“Concha,” she breathed out and closed her eyes, feeling his lips taking slow nibbles on her inner thigh.
“Your concha,” he said savoring the word, “is beautiful. It’s also what I’m about to eat.”
He settled his mouth softly on her and gave her a slow erotic kiss, pressing his lips onto her clitoris. She let out a low moan as he took his time and plucked her sweetly with his mouth causing a slow burn to build between her legs.
She rested her hands on her knees and, using her leg muscles, pushed into him. He stilled her by holding her firmly around the thighs. Her leg muscles screamed as they strained against him but she couldn’t budge.
He looked up at her from her center and smiled while thoroughly enjoying her concha. His look alone nearly caused her to burst into flames. While maintaining eye contact with her, he gave her a long lick, taking special care to suck her sensitive nub into his mouth.
“Concha,” he whispered against her, “is one of the many words that can be use
d. It literally means ‘shell’ but when used figuratively in this situation, it’s referring to mi reina’s perfect,” he kissed, “beautiful,” he sucked, “pussy.” He ended his sentence with a light suck to her clit. “Now this,” he said rubbing his lips over the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, “also has many different nicknames, but my personal favorite,” he paused and made sure she was looking at him, “is pepita.” He sucked it into his mouth.
She was sweating by this point, grinding her head back into the cushion. Her hands had found his hair at one point and had begun pulling at tufts of it. She was panting, gasping out moans, not sure how much longer she could hold on.
When she felt like she couldn’t take any more sensation, his long arms curled up behind her thighs until his hands were on her breasts. He found her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Luke,” she gasped out.
His mouth was back on her and this time he didn’t wait. He just watched and devoured. She was squirming in the seat, grabbing at his head while her other hand tried to steady herself as she felt herself begin to fall.
His fingers didn’t stop. His mouth didn’t stop. His heavy lidded gaze scorched her. And he sucked, scraping his teeth on her clit just as he pulled her nipples harder.
Her sounds got louder, her screams building and then she came with a vengeance, thrashing her head back and forth, yelling her completion while he worshipped her with his mouth.
Eventually she began to collapse back into the chair as he continued to lap softly at her, her muscles still twitching from her climax. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t speak. She just needed to close her eyes. He moved quickly and carried her to the bed, pulling back the covers. He took his clothes off while she laid sated and satisfied on the very comfortable king size mattress with its heavenly pillow top.
She waited to open her eyes, and when she did, she was happy at what she saw.
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