When I'm all the way through, we collapse into a heap on the grass outside. He falls onto his back, and I fall right on top of him. In my underwear. Because my dress got caught on the window, and it got completely ripped off my body.
I crawl back to the window on my hands and knees, trying to rescue the dress from the window. But it's completely tangled up on the wood splinters, and every tug I give it is met with a horrible ripping noise.
Just then, as I'm tugging on the dress with my butt in the air, a crowd of paparazzi come around the corner of the building. I look over my shoulder and a look of surprise crosses Luke's face. "Run for it!" he yells.
He grabs my hand, lifting me to my feet, and we both sprint as fast as we can toward the pickup area where the limos are.
The driver, Earl, sees us coming and races as fast as his old legs will take him to open the back door for us. That's what I love the most about Earl. The man knows how to use discretion. When he sees his boss and his boss's naked fiancée running toward him, he doesn't even stop to think twice about the situation. He just gets things done.
I dive into the limo first, and Luke follows me, slamming the door shut behind us. My ears are ringing and I have stars in my eyes from all of the flashes coming from the paparazzi's cameras.
"Oh my god," I say, breaking into another uncontrollable fit of giggling. "I cannot believe that just happened."
Luke laughs, but then groans and puts his head in his hands as the limo pulls away. "I can't believe this," he says, starting to sober up from the adrenaline rush we just experienced. "This is seriously a disaster."
16
Luke
When Leah and I finally get back to my place, we both pass out exhausted in my bed. Both of us are too tired and tipsy from the alcohol to even think about pouncing on one another.
But when we wake up in the morning, Leah is pressed against me, the little spoon. Her ass snugly presses against my morning wood, and even through our clothes the feeling is enough to make me feel like losing control.
I grind my cock into her harder and she shifts around in her sleep. But her breath still rises and falls regularly. She hasn't woken up yet. I'm in nothing but my boxer briefs, and she's in thin, short nylon shorts and a t-shirt that she changed into before getting into bed last night. There's not much fabric in between us.
I run a hand up her side, under her t-shirt, and my breath catches in my chest. Her skin is so smooth and soft, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to put my hand somewhere it really shouldn't go.
Then I decide… fuck it. I slide my hand down her smooth, flat belly, letting my fingers find their way into the elastic waistband of her athletic shorts. I slide them lower, and feel the trimmed, coarse hair between her legs brush against my fingertips.
She moans.
I freeze. But then she pushes her ass back against me harder, and I feel her spread her legs a little bit.
Holding my breath, I push my hand lower and I feel my index and middle finger move over her entrance.
She's so fucking wet.
Leah moans and shoves her ass so hard against my cock that I feel like I could pop in my pants right here and now. I press my fingers harder against her slit, and I feel her small, slick clit get even wetter with her arousal.
I begin to circle my middle finger around it.
She gyrates her hips in response, grinding into my hand. She's absolutely awake now.
Teasing her, I pull my hand out of her shorts and dip my fingers into my mouth, tasting her juices.
Her eyes are wide open now, and she tips her head back, crushing her lips against mine, tasting herself on them. I bite her lower lip softly, then swirl my tongue around hers. The way she tastes herself so hungrily on my lips makes me harder than a fucking diamond.
Then an urgent knocking at the door interrupts us. We lock eyes and hers get big as we snap out of our arousal and come back to reality.
We both know that last night was a shit show, and now we're about to find out the consequences.
"Stay here," I growl into Leah's ear. I get up, wrap a towel around my waist, and throw the sheets over her to cover her up.
I cross the room to the door and crack it open. It's one of my assistants. "Can I help you?" I say, shooting him a look that says, "this had better fucking be important."
"Sir," he says meekly, "You should see this." He slips me a folded-up newspaper through the cracked door. "And you should know that the board is holding an emergency meeting today to discuss this… situation."
"Okay," I say. "Fuck." I close the door and sit back down on the bed, clutching the folded-up newspaper in my fist. For the first time in my life I'm afraid to look. The truth is, this could all be the end of my career. And Leah's, for that matter.
Leah pokes her head out from underneath the covers. My cock is still hard and part of me just wants to throw the newspaper in the trashcan, pounce on her, and forget all of this. But we have to fucking deal with this mess.
"Alright," I say, holding my eyes shut. "I'm going to look."
Leah peers at the newspaper, only her head and eyes poking out from under the cover. "I'm terrified to find out what it says."
"Honestly… so am I," I say.
I unfold the newspaper and open my eyes.
There are two, huge, color photographs right on the front page. One is a photograph of me walking into the women's bathroom, and the other one is me waiting for a nearly-naked Leah to dive into the open door of our limousine.
"Well," I say, starting to sweat. "At least your face isn't in the picture."
She sits bolt upright and grabs the paper out of my hands. "Shit," she says. It's the first time that I've heard a dirty word come out of her mouth.
"Yeah."
She moves in next to me, pressing her body against my arm, and I feel her nipple brush my shoulder. My cock is getting hard as hell in my boxer briefs and I can barely think straight about anything that's happening right now.
"What are we going to do?" she says.
Before I can answer, my cell phone rings. I grab it off the nightstand and answer the call.
It's Lloyd, and I feel the color drain from my face.
"Luke?"
"Talk to me." Leah wraps the blanket around herself, and looks me up and down with worried eyes.
"Bad news, my old friend. The board is stripping you of your title. They're making the announcement tonight. I wanted to let you know ahead of time. Good luck." He hangs up.
I slowly set the phone down.
"Who was that?" says Leah, detecting that something's wrong. "What happened?"
I gather my thoughts and then respond. "They fired me, Leah. It's game over."
17
Leah
"Go home, Leah," says Luke, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I'll have my lawyers release you from this contract. And I'm sorry about your dad. There's nothing further I'll be able to do."
His words ring in my ears like curses. I want to argue with him, to tell him that this feels too real to quit, that I want to stick by his side. But when I open my mouth, he shakes his head and silences me.
"Leah. I'm sorry. It's done."
He leaves the room. I stay there for the rest of the day.
I sleep over until the next day.
And the next.
There's no sign of Luke.
He doesn't come back home.
He's gone.
I stand in the doctor's office, around the corner from my dad's hospital room.
"Nine to twelve weeks," the doctor says to me. "Your father isn't responding well to the chemo, and that's how long we give him. "I'm sorry."
Wordlessly, I return to my father's bedside. He's asleep, the heart monitor beeping next to him. He looks so pale and weak, even compared to when I saw him last week. I hate seeing him like this, and I try to think of how he looked when he was healthy a year ago. That's how I want to remember him.
I take one of his hands in mind and I hold it tight. W
hen he's gone, it'll just be me and Aya and my books. I don't have anyone else left. I thought Luke Steele was going to play a role in the next part of my life, but I haven't heard from him in weeks. Not since the board of directors stripped his title from him.
Taking a seat next to my father, I settle down and wait. I'm going to sit here with him just as long as I can, until he wakes up, and tell him how much I love him.
A few days later, I'm sitting in my basement bedroom, typing away on my word processor. Writing is an escape for me, and I'm glad that no matter what happens, I'll always have my stories. Miraculously, Diamond House somehow didn't terminate my contract after the debacle at the gala. In fact, last time I talked to them, they didn't bring it up at all.
I like to think that Luke pulled strings for me as his last act of our relationship, in order to keep my dreams alive.
As I type away, I hear a familiar tapping sound. At first it seems far away and I can't tell what it is. Then I realize it sounds exactly like Luke's knocking at my window did.
It's too good to be true. But when I look up at the window, Luke Steele's face appears.
Without a moment's hesitation, I spring up from my bed, rush upstairs, and out onto the street.
Luke stands there, dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt with rolled-up sleeves. He has a short beard now, and his hair is cut short. I've never seen him like this before.
"Leah," he says, opening his arms. "Come here."
I rush to him, and he envelops me in his arms, holding me tight and making the rest of the world disappear. A couple tears streak down my face, but I bury them in his shirt and don't let him see. I don't look up at him until my face feels completely dry.
"Luke. You came back."
"Yes," he says. "I'm back. This felt too real. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep for days when I didn't see you. I felt as if I'd lost everything, and then I realized, the most important thing to me didn't have to be lost."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Listen to me, Leah. All my life I've pursued wealth and success. It's always been my number one priority, and I don't know any other way to live. But since I lost my company, I've come to realize that the most important things in this world are people, not things. A company can be replaced. But you cannot."
I throw my arms around him again and hug him tight.
"But there's something else," he says, and I look in his eyes again.
"Your father. The same thing goes for him."
"I don't understand," I say.
"Leah, I thought long and hard about this. My parents are long gone. But if there's any hope of saving your father, we have to do it. I've liquidated all of my assets, and I've raised enough cash to afford a full round of treatment for your father."
His words shock me. "You sold… everything?"
"Yes, Leah."
"But what are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to marry you, Leah. And we're going to start a family together, and we're going to focus on the things that matter in life. Businesses come and go. I'll get back on top. But from now on, I'm focused on what matters."
My heart feels like it's going to burst with happiness.
"Take off your top," he says, watching me from across the room. "Now."
My mind races. Is this finally going to be when I lose my v-card?
There's an irresistible aching between my legs. I can't help thinking how his hands would feel pulling me into him from behind…
I reach my hands around my back and unhook the clasp of my bra. I let the straps slowly fall off my shoulders, and I feel the cool air against my breasts as the cups fall away from my skin. The bra flutters to the floor.
I feel wetness seeping through my underwear.
"That's a good girl," Luke says. "Now, turn around and bend over the couch."
I turn around because there's nothing else my body will let me do, my ass facing my fiancé.
"Take them off," he orders. "Slowly."
With no alternative, I hook my fingers under the elastic of my waistband and do as I am told, exposing my most private parts. I feel so wet and slick, and I hope that he can't tell. I just feel so exposed and vulnerable right now.
"Good fucking girl," he growls. I look over my shoulder, and he's still standing there, with a hand over the front of his pants, where there is now an obvious bulge.
I can't believe this is happening.
He begins to walk, crossing the room with long, powerful strides, his dark hair falling down into his eyes. He approaches me, and I see him raise his right arm. With one swift motion, he brings it down, his palm slapping hard against my bare ass, making a loud clap. I yipe in pain, and see his arm rise into the air again.
"Luke, plea—" I start, before his hand falls once more, striking my other asscheek. My entire body tightens and jolts against the couch with the force of the strike. I cry out again, and then I feel his familiar hands touch me in the sexiest way.
He grabs my sides where my hips meet my waist, and he pulls my ass toward him. I feel his hard cock through the fabric of his pants, straining. It presses against my nakedness, and it feels thick and hard.
Pinned to the couch, I feel Luke's cock hardening even further as he runs his rough hands over the smooth skin of my back, taking in all of my secrets. He brushes my hair over my shoulder and his hand runs down my ribs, cupping my right breast. He kneads it softly, grinding his cock against my ass.
My breathing is quick, shallow. I manage to turn around so I'm facing Luke. He looks into my eyes.
God, he really is good looking. I feel my inhibitions begin to melt away, my brain surrendering, no longer able to resist. Now I just do what comes naturally.
I sink down to my knees, placing my lips around the bulge in his pants, and I gently drag my teeth across his hardness under the fabric. He groans in pleasure, his hands now running through my hair. "Baby," he says, "Take my cock in your mouth like a good girl. Show me how much you need it."
I don't need any further encouragement. Hungrily, I loosen his belt and tear his pants open, popping the button off. I drag the zipper down, revealing his boxer briefs, now thinly concealing the shape of his thick hard-on. I reach up and place my hands on his chest, resting my cheek against his boxer briefs, reveling in the feeling of his manhood. I want it so badly.
My hands slowly make their way down his chest and stomach, savoring the feeling of his hard abs through the fabric of his cotton shirt. When my hands reach his waist, my fingers find their way under the elastic band, and I eagerly pull his boxers and pants down to his knees.
His cock, now freed, is fully erect, only inches from my face. My god, it's as magnificent as the rest of him. I wrap my left hand around the base of his shaft, and with my right hand, I reach down and begin to circle my index and middle fingers around my clit.
I take his cock inside my mouth, and, on my knees, I feel like such a good little slut. His clean musk fills my nostrils, and I run my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the first droplets of pre-cum. I moan as he involuntarily thrusts his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and stretching my mouth.
"Oh, Leah," he says urgently, "I've needed this for so long." He groans in pleasure as I rub the head of his cock on my lips. My pussy is absolutely on fire right now, and as I rub myself, I find myself so wet that there's hardly any friction. I'm soaking, and I can't think of anything except total submission.
I momentarily remove his cock from my hungry mouth, glistening with my saliva. I stroke it up and down, savoring every inch of his skin gliding against mine. "Luke," I plead, "I need you inside me so bad."
I can tell that's all he needs to hear. I turn around again and bend over the couch, again exposing my backside to him. As I do so, he pulls his pants the rest of the way off and tosses them aside.
I look over my shoulder at my fiancé, my eyes pleading with him. "I need you to take me," I tell him, my voice nearing desperation. "Take my virginity from me."
I reach
around and grasp his cock with my hand, bending over further, guiding him into me. I gasp as his manhood fills me up. It stretches me deep, so deep, beyond anything I ever could have imagined. I grit my teeth, expecting it to hurt, but it doesn't. Instead, it fills a void inside me that I never knew existed, and I feel utterly complete.
"Oh, Leah, baby," he groans, and begins to thrust in and out of me. His hands again explore my body, and I feel them cup my breasts again. My nipples harden against his hands, and I feel like they just got hit by a blast of winter air. I begin to pant, feeling intense pressure building inside me.
"Fuck...me...Luke," I beg, my words punctuated by heavy breaths. "I'm all yours."
One of his hands finds its way down to my clit, and he begins to pleasure me while his hard cock stretches out my tight hole.
His breathing is ragged, and I can tell he's close to his own climax.
"I need you to... fill me up," I gasp. "I need to know what it's like. Do it."
My words push Luke over the edge. He lets out a primal groan, and I feel his cock throbbing inside me, pumping me full of his warm seed from behind.
His orgasm pushes me into my own climax, and I feel the muscles in my legs spasm as explosions of pleasure rack my body.
I try to catch my breath as he withdraws from me, and I feel his cum drip out of me, down my leg. I relish every drop I feel. It's so much better and more fulfilling than I ever thought, and I'm so thankful that I saved my first time for Luke. He's everything.
To my delight, when I stand upright and turn around, I see that Luke still has his hand on his very hard cock, and he's rubbing the length of his shaft.
"Baby, I'm not done," he says with a groan. I can hardly believe his stamina, but I need no further instructions. I take his cock in my hands, and squeeze tightly as I jerk my hands up and down its length. I look into Luke's eyes as I do so, squeezing my tits together with my arms, making myself as pretty as I can for him.
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