by F. C. Clark
‘Luke… yes.’
He plunges his fingers further into me. The sensation of his tongue flickering against my swollen clit is deliriously heady. His actions slow, but don’t stop. Giving me no time to recover, his tongue and fingers restart.
‘Luke, no – I’m…’ I can’t talk.
‘Baby, you know you have more to give me – we have all night if that’s what it takes.’
I have no choice. My climax is building as it did moments ago; my body surrenders to the next rush of shockwaves.
‘I can feel you, baby, let it go.’
Fuck. My body almost convulses, buckling under Luke’s command. My breathing is laboured as I release a whimpering groan.
Luke spreads my legs wide and in one move he immerses himself.
‘Luke!’ I cry out as he enters me hard, pushing me further up the bed.
His hips work hard, pumping, filling me.
‘Fuck, can you feel my dick inside you? Christ.’ He slams into me, lifting my hips slightly, allowing the head of his erection to hit the spot where I need it the most.
He rides me harder, faster; he knows that my orgasm is gaining momentum. The rippling sensation begins to swirl inside me.
‘Squeeze me, baby, I can feel you’re ready to come.’
My body takes over and listens to his commands, clenching round his thick, swollen shaft. My orgasm touches the tip of his erection, lubricating his path.
‘Luke, I’m coming.’
‘Fuck, Kate.’
He thrashes against me and explodes. He keeps thrusting until he’s emptied all he has to give.
He kisses me deeply.
‘Christ, I needed that more than you know.’
His lips make contact with my highly sensitive nipples. At the same time he begins to rock his hips.
‘I haven’t finished with you yet. I need more.’ He pulls out and kneels. ‘Sit on me, baby.’
He pulls me towards him. I’m weak. I straddle him, placing my hands on his shoulders and kissing him. He slides his fingers in my sex, spreading the juice from us both to my clit and returning to my sex, manipulating my body once again.
‘Kate, I love that I’ve been here; this is me in you. Do you know how hard you make me?’ He places his hand at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to him. ‘I am going to slide my dick inside you. OK?’
‘Yes.’ My vocabulary is limited, as my senses are holding on for dear life.
‘Good.’ He touches my face with tenderness, even though he’s just fucked me harder than usual.
Luke lifts my hips and holds his erection, allowing me to gently slide down his shaft. Our wetness allows easier, and deeper, penetration.
‘Fuck… That’s it, baby, slowly take me.’
He guides my hips up and down.
‘I want you to touch your clit.’
Shit. I look down.
Luke tilts my chin, allowing him eye contact.
‘Never be ashamed of what we do. Fuck – you turn me on more than I ever thought possible.’ He kisses me as he continues to move my hips, allowing me to ride him. ‘Trust me, baby.’
I nod and take a deep breath, trying not to look at him as my hand moves between my legs, my fingers moving in a gentle circular motion against my swollen clit, just enough to lose myself.
He pulls my face to him once again.
‘Don’t look down – I want you to look at me. I need to see your face when you make yourself orgasm. Can you feel how hard I am? I’m going to move you quicker now: make yourself come.’
‘OK.’ I need to lose myself in the ride and not worry about shyness.
True to his word, Luke works harder and faster, lifting my arse, impaling me deeper every time our hips meet. As my need grows stronger, I masturbate faster. I can feel myself heading towards another orgasm.
‘Kate, look at me. I want to see your face.’
‘Yes… Luke… Shit.’ It hits me harder than the last orgasm, sending my body into a frenzy. I keep my eyes locked on Luke’s, watching his face as he releases himself inside me again.
Our breathing is erratic, and our hot, sticky bodies remain entwined. Luke tenderly kisses my neck.
‘Are you OK?’ He places his hands on either side of my face. ‘Kate, you make me so hard, it kills me.’
‘I’m fine.’
He lifts my hips and I collapse to the mattress. Luke lies next to me, running his hand up and down my stomach.
I turn to face him. ‘I need a shower.’
‘I’ll wash you and then it’s time for bed – you look exhausted.’
I return to the bedroom. Luke wolf-whistles – he likes my new nightwear. I twirl.
‘You look beautiful. I want to give you the world.’
‘I don’t need the world, just you, which I believe you’ve given to me – twice.’ I laugh at him.
I climb on the bed to join him and Luke pulls the covers over us both.
‘What a good job you did, after all that prick-teasing.’ He tilts his head to one side. ‘You are one lucky girl that I did not lie you across the table in the restaurant.’
‘Dessert was delicious and a lot of fun.’
‘I shall remind myself to only order one dessert in the future.’ He pulls me closer and nibbles my jaw. ‘What am I going to do with you?’
‘I think you’re managing pretty well so far – sex god.’
He kisses the tip of my nose. ‘Sleep. I need to go downstairs to work. I have a meeting to prepare for.’
‘Oh.’ My body freezes and goose bumps invade my skin at the mention of sleeping alone. This has been an issue since the attack last week.
Instantly, he senses my uneasiness. ‘I’ll stay until you’re asleep.’
I reach up and give him a kiss. ‘Thank you.’
Lying on my side, Luke holds me close and places a kiss on my head.
‘I’ll meet you in your dreams, baby.’
19
Waking up in the palace is a little surreal. My eyes focus on a note resting on Luke’s pillow.
Dear Sleeping Beauty
Once again you looked too peaceful for me to wake you. I am aware that last night was exhausting and frustrating, for us both.
Think of me while reading this note. I wish I could do the same. But to think of you at my desk is not good for business, and makes for a long hard day!
Max will collect you at seven o’clock for the retirement function – dress is smart casual. I will meet you there – I have a late meeting.
As ever, I’m here if you need anything. The house has eyes and ears, so behave yourself or you may meet a disgruntled boyfriend down a dark alleyway… This can be arranged.
Yours always,
Luke… aka sex god, techno boy and ex-boss x
PS. The event company will be at our house today to set up various outside seating areas for the white party – just to warn you that our home will be invaded.
I laugh. God, I miss his notes, though he’s making up for it now! My arms stretch above my head and I kick with excitement. Home alone. Holy shit, the palace is my new home.
Another day closer to the white party and Jerry’s stress levels are rising. As his temper frays, his accent becomes stronger and I can’t understand him. It’s amusing to watch his normal calm exterior alter, a massive U-turn from yesterday when his silence was noticeably painful. My heart yanks at the thought of the email I printed for Rosie, a response from Adam. I balance on a double-edged sword: Rosie’s happiness, and my act of treason towards Jerry.
Luke was not wrong, and I’m grateful for the warning, as our home has been taken over by the event planners. All I know of the party is that it’s annual and the theme is white. My own experience of party planning usually involves my dad’s pasting table and my mum cooking far too many
sausage rolls, which I’m guessing are not on the menu at this function.
Six o’clock. The hot water washes my body clean; Luke Sutton’s signature scent lingers on my torso. I can’t deny I’d rather have Luke on my torso. Seriously, Luke has turned me into a raging nymphomaniac.
When I dress, I want my outfit to push Luke Sutton’s button. I slip on a Jones Tailors white shirt. The garment was damaged across the back and of no use to anyone – except me. A man’s dress shirt that I altered by removing the sleeves and cutting away the damaged upper back panel. All that remains is the collar and two pieces of fabric midway to tie at the lowest section of my back. Although I can’t wear a bra with it, the double thickness bib section covers me perfectly. I slip on my ultra-skinny blue jeans, which accentuate my curves in all the right places. To complete my outfit, I wear my new tuxedo jacket provided by Valerie, and black high strappy sandals. Assessing the end result, I think I lack drama. I pull my hair back into a tight ponytail, and decide on red lipstick and gloss; however, this will hinder any kissing.
To the exact second, Max walks through the black door. Punctuality and austerity are his two main attributes – oh, and let’s not forget divulging private conversations to Luke.
‘Hi, Max.’
‘Kate. Are you ready?’
‘Yes.’
I exit the house first and open the door of the front passenger seat of the Bentley. If Max thinks I have balls, then maybe I should let him think that. We pull out of the gate. I count to ten before I speak.
‘Are you well, Max?’
‘Yes, Kate.’
His hands grip the steering wheel. It’s clear that I annoy the hell out of him.
‘I hope asking about your health doesn’t fall into the Spanish inquisition category.’ Our eyes meet. I can’t hide my amusement. ‘And there I was asking you a genuine question about living with Luke. I wasn’t aware of the torch shining in your face extracting information.’
‘That’s fucked-up bullshit and you know it.’ Max offers me a look like one I would receive from my dad. ‘You got caught asking me questions that you should ask Luke – I’m not getting involved.’
I sit with my arms folded, feeling chastised.
‘I should have guessed that loyalty for Luke runs through your veins. I asked for your opinion because I can see that you’re a massive part of his life: there’s more to your relationship than just a driver and… Well, you look tough, so I guess you’re some kind of bodyguard.’
Max sniggers. ‘Kate, was that a backhanded compliment?’
‘No, it’s an observation.’ This conversation is not going to plan, as Max seems to be putting me in my place.
‘As I told you yesterday, speak to Luke – I can’t answer questions that have nothing to do with me.’
‘I guess. But you know he has tunnel vision. For instance, me moving in – ultimately it was my decision, but was it? I’m not stupid. Clearly he’s used to getting his own way.’
Max shakes his head.
‘Jesus, Kate, you don’t bloody stop.’
‘I know… but… it’s moving so fast. Luke is – confusing, and hot.’ Which makes the situation all the more complicated.
Max chuckles.
‘Kate Harper, I have to admire the way you say whatever pops into that pretty little head of yours. Look, one thing I will say: Luke doesn’t come with an instruction manual. Neither do you.’
I sigh and look out of the window, feeling the atmosphere alter.
‘Kate.’
I turn to Max.
‘Don’t get me wrong – I think you’re good for Luke. You certainly make him happy and, from what I can see, you read him well. I know this knocks him off balance.’
‘Thanks Max, I’ll do my best not to balls this up.’
Within ten minutes we pull up outside a large building. Max retrieves his phone from his pocket.
‘Outside – yeah, I’ll bring her in.’ Max says and turns to me. ‘Luke is waiting for you; I’ll take you in.’
‘I can walk in by myself!’
‘Are you trying to be a pain in the arse?’
‘No.’
‘I’m not battling with you, Kate.’ He undoes my seatbelt. ‘Move.’
‘Whatever.’ I huff a response.
We enter the large glass building. From the front it looks like an office block, but once inside I can see that each floor has a different theme. The wine bar is at ground level.
Instantly I see Luke heading towards us. Our eyes lock, making my heart quicken with excitement. His dark eyes assess my outfit. I think I’ve adhered to his guidelines – although he just said smart casual, ‘sexy’ seemed an adjective he forgot to add.
He reaches for my face and caresses my cheek with his thumb. He doesn’t say a word.
His gaze moves to Max. ‘OK?’
Max nods.
‘I’ll call you when we’re ready to leave.’
Max remains silent. I now realise how difficult it is for him to deal with me – a chatterbox.
He turns to leave. I catch him before he exits. ‘Max.’ He stops to look at me. ‘Sorry for being a pain in the arse.’
‘Make Luke happy.’ The creases in his face soften. He turns and silently disappears.
I return to Luke, who seems slightly bewildered.
‘Would you care to explain?’ He pulls me into his arms.
I clasp my hands around his neck. ‘No. God, I’ve missed you.’ I desperately want to kiss him but I remember I’m wearing red lipstick. Shit, another plan not well thought out. ‘I want to kiss you but I can’t.’
‘Later.’ He dips me in the middle of the crowded area and nuzzles my neck. ‘I’ve missed you too, baby.’ He pulls me to standing. ‘You look hot. Come, I want to introduce you to some colleagues.’
Crap – a thought crosses my mind.
‘Luke – the loudspeaker incident… are those people here?’
He looks to me with the one-sided, provocative smile that makes my body contract.
‘Yes.’
I swallow hard, ready to face the office gossip.
The bar is huge and incredibly busy. I spot Stella in the corner, and am thankful that I know one other person. Luke introduces me to various people from different departments, who I forget instantly – unlike Luke, the human memory box.
As a couple we receive looks from countless members of staff; their boss with a girlfriend appears to be a novelty. Luke is relatively friendly to his staff, with an edge of iceman – I guess this is his normal office behaviour. Familiarity breeds contempt – apparently!
I make my way towards Stella, having not seen her since last Friday, the day after my attack. Wow – my life has turned around since then.
She pulls me tightly into her warm embrace.
‘Kate, my darling, how are you feeling?’
‘OK – better than last week. To be honest, I’m trying not to think about it.’
‘Well, that’s understandable.’
‘Did Luke tell you about the break-in at my house?’
‘Yes…’ She shakes her head. ‘Dreadful news, you poor love – the attack and now this… Kate, I feel sickened by it all, I really do.’ She takes hold of my hand.
Luke moves towards us, placing his arm around my waist for my security and as a display of ownership.
Stella wears a beaming smile. ‘I can’t stand here and not say anything about this new romance, other than I’m thrilled. When Luke arrived at the office on Monday, saying you had to be put through if you called, I knew there was more to it.’ She looks at Luke.
‘You know me too well,’ Luke says, offering Stella a warm smile. Their history is evident.
‘Yes, I do, young man. Kate, when he did eventually tell me I was overjoyed. Luke, I’m not speaking out of turn here, but
you know how I feel about Kate and she is exactly the sort of girl you need.’ She raises her glass in honour of us both.
‘She certainly keeps me… frustrated.’ The ambiguity is lost on Stella, thank God. I smirk at Luke.
I abandon Luke and search for the ladies’ room. Having freshened up, I make my way down a small closed walkway, and to my horror I feel a cold wind from the north – the super-bitch is approaching. Her strides are elegant and seamless, matching her stunning red trouser suit; she looks like the epitome of a businesswoman. The space between us closes. I wonder whether to walk straight pass her, or trip her up. The decision is made for me as she stops directly in front of me. Instantly my blood pressure rises. She raises her eyebrow at me. Our mutual enmity is clear: it would be wise for us to keep a great distance between us; I’m thinking she should move to fucking China.
‘Kate, I heard you were here.’ She tilts her head, causing her dark shiny hair to brush against her shoulders. I imagine she wakes up with perfect hair – not a Roller Girl in sight.
‘That’s nice for you,’ I reply harshly.
She smirks, and gives a venomous laugh. ‘How very curt.’
‘Really, Alexis… Don’t bullshit me. Clearly we don’t like each other. I think it would be best if we kept our distance.’ I fold my arms, fearful my hands will escape and slap her face – hard.
‘Kate, that’s impossible, you know our circle of friendship is tight. Besides, I think I’ll hang around on the periphery; Luke will need me when you leave.’
‘Oh fuck off, Alexis. I’ve just moved in with him.’ The shock on her face is priceless. ‘You didn’t know? Well, Luke asked me to move in. You need to keep up with the Sutton world.’
‘I guarantee it won’t last, and I’ll be there to pick up the pieces when it goes wrong. Luke and I have always had an … understanding.’
‘Really?’ Understanding? Oh my God.
‘Yes, really. The hired help is not his style.’
Fucking hired help. I need to move before I knock her out.
‘You’re so fucking rude, how do you sleep at night?’ I’m so angry I want to combust. ‘I feel sorry for you. You’ll never have what Luke and I have together – more importantly, there is nothing you can do to destroy it. I’m warning you, stay the fuck away from me.’
