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)
21
SHAE
The whole drive home, my body has been sizzling. There’s no slow burn when Luke is around. Especially with the kiss he left me with after walking me to my car. He pressed me against the metal, hands cupping my cheeks, perfectly aligned to feel his firm chest and hard cock. I shamelessly rubbed my body against his, wanting to have him right then and there. I’d forgotten we were in a parking lot, where eyes were actively on us, whether it’s from people walking in and out or the security cameras strategically placed beneath parking lights. Exactly where I parked thinking about safety anytime I’m in a lot by myself.
We pulled apart, making a promise to one another we’d finish this when we got home. The downfall of all this was driving home alone. It didn’t matter that Luke called me the minute we left. He had to go to the hospital employee parking area. I’d offered to give him a ride, but he said no. Instead, Luke made a request, seeing as I’d have a head start.
Naked and waiting for him.
That’s what he wanted, and that’s what I’m giving him. Only with a twist of my own. Luke kept me on the phone on the drive home, his voice carrying through the speakers, whispering over my skin like he was right there with me while telling me in detail exactly what he’d be doing to my body. The minute I was inside the apartment, he let me go and told me he’d be home in five minutes. I had just enough time to strip out of my clothes while walking through the apartment. I thought about taking this outside until I remembered he mentioned taking me on his desk at the office. The logistics of that would be hard, and after today, we both need a breather from Luke’s job.
I leave a trail of clothes along the way, a shoe here, another one there, doing the same with my socks, my tank-style bra, leggings, and my panties are the last. I’ve done similar before, as in the very first time we had sex. Luke loved it and still talks about it as much as he can. Which is why I’m doing it again, only this time, I’ll be bent over the desk in his home office.
I’m completely naked, dropping the last article of clothing at the entry to the room, and it’s a good thing, too, because I can hear the elevator door opening as I position myself along the wood desk. I wait to spread my legs until he’s closer, needing a semblance of relief. My core aches to be filled with Luke’s cock, not his fingers, not his mouth working me up. I just want him, hard and fast.
I can hear every little nuance, the clock on the wall going tick-tock, clothes dropping, and I swear I can smell his delicious scent—deep, heady, and with a touch of spice. My imagination runs wild, wondering what he’ll do first. Really, there’s no telling. Luke always keeps me guessing. The last time I presented my body like this, he took his sweet time. He tortured me in the sweetest way possible while I kept pleading with him to please fuck me. He shook his head against my heated core, saying nothing but repeating the action until I finally came apart.
“Every damn time.” Luke’s voice is thick with hunger. He stands at the door without a stitch of clothing, hands going to the frame, causing each one of his muscles to pull taut. I watch as he squeezes the wood, attempting to hold himself back. I’d much rather he didn’t.
“Why are you standing over there?” I lift myself up to my forearms. The action has my breasts swaying with the movement. Luke’s eyes focus on them, his tongue slides along his lips, and my nipples tighten as a zing of pleasure slides to my core.
“Trying to figure out what I want more, your mouth or your cunt.” His hands drop from the door frame. He slowly walks toward me, his cock lying thick and heavy along his abdomen. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, and my core weeps at the thought of not having him where I want him most. It’s a blessing and a curse, one I hope he fixes as soon as possible. “Think I’ll have your mouth, let you get me nice and wet, then I’ll take you like I promised on the phone.”
“Yes,” I rush out. I’d take anything right about now. “Please.” The word slips from my lips while I watch him walk toward me. My hands are on the edge of the desk, my head in the perfect position for him to feed me his length. I just hope I can go deep enough in this position.