Page 112 of Anything To Be With You

I roll my eyes. "Of course, he does." I wave a hand at the bag in front him. "What’s this?"

"I bought you a laptop."

"But I have a laptop."

"That's a hundred years old."

I gasp, slapping his arm. "It is not."

"Sweetheart, it has a CD-Rom drive and you can remove the battery."

I cross my arms and pout. "It still works."

He drops a kiss on the top of my head. "Let me spoil you, Sweetheart."

I huff playfully. "Oh, fine."

I tug him down by his shirt, brushing my lips over his softly. "Thank you."

He smirks. "You're welcome. Where do you want me to set you up?"

I haul my ass off the chair and drag myself upstairs. "You can set up in here."

I open the door to the third bedroom. There’s a desk and a double bed inside. They used to be Mason’s, but he outgrew them in no time. I flop on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm and listen to Luke putter around the room.

"How are your sessions going with Dr. Walters?" Luke questions.

"I’ve only had three sessions with her, but I think it’s going rather well." I admit.

"That’s great, Sweetheart. I’m so proud of you for doing this."

My chest swells at his praise and a small grin grows on my face. I feel the bed dip. I move my arm up my forehead finding Luke staring at me. "Am I wearing something of yours?"

"Do you want to be?"

I snort out a laugh. "Pervert."

His eyes heat. "You have no idea."

Sweet baby Jesus, my stomach turns with excitement. "I’ve missed you."

He smiles, popping out those fucking dimples. "I’ve missed you too," he admits, and my heart does a little jig in my chest. "The office isn’t the same without you."

"You miss me yelling at you?" I grin as he chuckles.

"And the way you say, 'anything else, Mr. Archer.'"

"Anything else, Mr. Archer." I repeat in that breathy voice he likes so much.

He groans. "You’re killing me, Sweetheart." He drags his teeth over his bottom lip, and I snap.

Grabbing him by the shirt, I haul him on top of me. My lips meeting his in a scorching kiss. Luke takes over then, licking at my lips and diving in. I roll my hips, making him groan.

"Dani, I don’t want to hurt you, but fuck, I need to be inside you." Luke growls.

Like I’m going to stop him from fucking me into next week.

"I’m technically fully healed," I bite his bottom lip, "however, I know you won’t do anything until the bruises are totally gone. So, I’ll make you a deal. You go down on me, and I’ll return the favour." I wiggle my brows at him. "But not in Mason’s old bed. That’s just wrong."

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