Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
He doesn’t respond with words; it’s more along the lines of a hiss of air, a deep breath, and when our eyes meet in the mirror, I can see what this is doing to him. Luke’s eyes darken, his muscles clench, and when I look down his body, his cock is hard and heavy. The minute I extend my legs, heels flat on the ground, and relax my neck, Luke is on his feet.
“How long can you stay in that position without needing to stand up?” he asks, prowling until he’s behind me. There’s a hunger in his voice, a need he’s conveying, and I’ll be his willing playmate.
“Long enough, why?” I reply, feeling his hands cup my hips. The tips of his fingers find the top of the fabric, slowly trailing back and forth. My body erupts in a flutter of sensations.
“We’re going to test that. If you need a break, let me know. We can always get use out of the mirror. I’ll press your body against it, getting the best view while fucking you from behind.” My breath hitches. I want that, want him. The only problem I see with that position is I’ll never want to clean the mirror.
“Do your worst.” Luke’s response is to tug my biker-style shorts down until they’re at my knees, the fabric stretched to the max. He rips his own shorts off, using his foot to kick them to the side, and then he’s there. His cock drags down the seam of my ass until he’s at my entrance. I’m already soaked, thoroughly and completely.
“Christ, all this, and it’s all for me.” The head of his cock is doing incredible things to me, like having me rock back in order to get more of him.
“Luke,” I moan, begging for more. He doesn’t make me wait long, both of us needing this, and I let out a sigh of relief once he’s planted all the way inside of me.
“Fuck, baby girl. Hold on. This is going to be hard and fast.” He makes good on his promise, on all of his promises.
19
SHAE
“Hey,” I answer the phone as I’m closing the door to my car with my hip. My day off began waking up with Luke, him dragging me to the pool, naked, and us swimming together. He did a few laps, and I watched. When it was time for me join, I didn’t get very far. Luke pulled at my leg while I tried to do a decent job with my back stroke. All I could do was lift myself up out of the water, loop my arms around his neck, and hold on as he sank inside of me. It was rough and fast, me screaming his name, him grunting mine, and both of us wanting to stay.
“Baby girl.” I can hear it in his voice. Something has come up, which means either a delay in lunch or a cancelation altogether.
“I’ll drop your food off, put it in the fridge, and you can eat it when you get a chance.” I’m not upset or disappointed, but I am bummed out a bit. Today, I wanted to do something special for him, especially since he makes more appearances at LITHE than I do here.
“Not happening. I have a last-minute patient who needs to be seen. I’ll be a few minutes longer than expected. I’ll meet you in my office instead of in the parking lot.” Luke still sounds put out, and I hate that for him.
“Oh, okay. Well, in that case, I’m walking in now.” I use my shoulder to finagle the bags and drinks into one hand while waiting for a response.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Shae.”
“Why? You’re working. I’m more than capable of walking a couple of hundred yards, opening a few doors, and meeting you inside. Now, go do your thing. I’ll be waiting for you.” I make it out of the parking area to the sidewalk. The rest of my walk will be under trees thankfully, because the sun is bright, beautiful, and hot.
“I’d rather you be waiting for me naked and spread across my desk.” An idea pops up in my head. There’s no way we can do it at the clinic, but his home office is definitely feasible.
“We’ll work on that. Now, go see your patient, Doctor Camden.” The use of his formal name probably isn’t doing either of us any favors. Especially when I hear the low growl on the other end of the line.
“Jesus, going to take that mouth, baby girl, and I’m going to own it.” I don’t get to respond this time. Luke hangs up and leaves me with an ache between my legs. I take a deep breath, center myself like I do at the studio, and continue my walk. The automatic doors beckon me, air conditioning flowing around me before I’m even inside. I’m shocked sweat isn’t puddling beneath my arms with how hot and humid it is outside.